|
Post by mattiusxavier on Sept 22, 2015 2:50:39 GMT -8
|
|
josdu
Outlaws
Marooned on the Island of Lost Souls
Posts: 1,176
|
Post by josdu on Sept 22, 2015 11:51:31 GMT -8
Keeler soon got a few stores which he gathered into a tower by the coast. He had struck a deal with the owner, a little money hurting none. After that he went to make other preparations for whatever the rumors turned out to be. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- My biggnette! Steal, btw.
|
|
|
Post by Sir Caedric Moore on Sept 22, 2015 16:28:37 GMT -8
My Bignette entry for the Secrecy category -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-The Page and the Ranger-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- The room was well furnished, though it was clearly still a prison - well, clear to all but the boy. It was obvious from the trappings and numerous toys about that the young Loreesi still thought himself a guest. They'd given him all of the comforts of home; thickly woven rugs and carpets dyed deep red or crimson and embroidered with gold; a silken comforter emblazoned with roaring lions on every red patch. A small dog lay at the foot of his bed; they'd given it to him for company - poor excuse for a guard-dog that it was. It didn't awaken as the guards in the hall were knocked unconscious. Or as the lock on the chamber door was picked. Or when the heavy oaken slab swung inwards. It woke at the same time as the boy, as a deep voice suddenly filled the quiet of the dark chamber."Wake up." "Wha... who...?" the boy asked bewildered, sleep still clinging to him. He reached out from beneath the covers and fumbled for the oil lantern he kept by his bed, but his hand found only empty space. The dog had begun growling, the fur on its hackles raised, staring straight at the shadows at the foot of the stairs just beyond the edge of the torchlight that shone through the barred window. The boy was afraid now, and he frantically leaped out of bed to face this unseen foe, brandishing a toy wooden sword in front of him. "D-don't come any closer! I - I - I'll run you through!" "There's no need for that, lad. You're in no danger," the voice said again. As the boy's eyes adjusted to the dark, he could now make out the form of a large man sitting on the bottom step of the little staircase."H-how do I know I can trust you on that?" "If I had meant to kill you, you would have died in your sleep." "But... how did you get in here? How did you get past the guards?" "You could say I <i>persuaded</i> them to let me past. I can be quite persuasive." "What... what do you want?" "To talk," the man replied. As the boy's eyes adjusted, he could see that the man was garbed as a Scout Sniper of Lenfald, but his large stature and heavy accent clearly gave him away as a Garhim. He claimed he meant no harm, but in his hand he held a gleaming knife, now cutting chunks off of an apple and raising them to his mouth. "You can talk, can't you lad?" the big ranger said between bites, crunching noisily in the dark room. "I had heard you had a talent for it. You are a page, are you not?" "Well, yes, b-b-but I'm not a herald. N-not yet, anyway. How do you know me?" the boy asked, still holding the small wooden sword out in front of him, never taking his eyes off of the big man's knife."You were a ward of the old Baron of Stonehedge; I had heard your heralding firsthand at the mounted jousts of the tournaments he used to hold. Your name is Tytos, is it not?" "Yes... Tytos Jorin." "But the Baron is dead." "I am still their guest. It's an... honor." "There have been no tournaments for the last few harvests - and still the Lenfels hold you here. Would you not like to return to Loreos?" "W-well, y-yes, b-b-but..." Tytos couldn't understand why the Garhim wanted to help him. Why he had gone to all of the trouble to do so."Then I shall help you escape. But in return..." the big man said rising to his feet, producing a parchment scroll and unrolling it, revealing it to be a map. "Tell me everything you know about these islands." -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- As always, comments and criticism are welcome and appreciated! Ronin
|
|
|
Post by gid617 on Sept 23, 2015 3:45:21 GMT -8
A covert Lenfald raid into a Loreesi vinyard yields some amusing results: Story here! If I may say so, it's pretty funny. For the Unrestricted category, steal.
|
|
|
Post by Ayrlego on Sept 24, 2015 19:38:02 GMT -8
|
|
|
Post by Becheman on Sept 25, 2015 5:51:09 GMT -8
Sorry guys - worked piled up and I ran out of time. Fingers crossed for a Lenfald victory!
|
|
|
Post by AardWolf on Sept 25, 2015 12:22:35 GMT -8
Sorry guys - worked piled up and I ran out of time. Fingers crossed for a Lenfald victory! You still have till 4 October brother!
|
|
|
Post by Sir Haymar Glen on Sept 26, 2015 6:12:13 GMT -8
Hey all, here's my Unrestricted entry: Too Close for Comfort!
Category: Secrecy Note: This Moc/story introduces my Secondary Character, Lenfel spy Skyelia Murdale.
The full Story can be read on my Flickr, which you can access by clicking on the photo above. Hope you all like it! Cheers, Joshua
|
|
|
Post by Schreeuwwitje on Sept 27, 2015 5:32:15 GMT -8
Hi Guys, this is my unrestricted entry for the global challange: Name: "An unwanted discovery" Category: Secrecy ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Despite the fact that he liked to be left alone, Carnyx had to go to get some supplies once in a while. He could thrive upon loneliness and he was rather self sufficient. But some new capes, wax for candles and the occasional bread were reasons for him to leave his premises. Over the years he build a relationship, purely based on business, with the keeper of the Locked-Inn. It was a small tavern build around four thousand paces from his home at a higher altitude. The road aside the establishment was part of a trading route, thus travelers would rest and shelter from the bad weather. Somehow less disgruntled than the last couple of days, Carnyx made foot his journey to the tavern. It wasn't a long hike, but it was fairly tough due to the lack of roads and the inclining slopes. After an hour he finally arrived at the tavern. His uneasiness suddenly came back and his strides were taken more carefully; avoiding to make any sound at all. In front of the tavern stood two men conversing with each other. Although annoying for Carnyx because they were human beings, he felt that there was more to it than just 2 persons talking. As he came closer he suddenly realized what was off. One of the men was dressed like a Lenfald scout! The other looked like a vagabond outlaw. This was interesting. Carnyx walked to the lee of the tavern, just out of sight. "Thanks for showing me the positions of your troops; the forward command posts for conquering the new lands are quite interesting" the outlaw spoke. "It seems that the information I got about Baron Locklear's plans for the new lands would interest you as well." The scout shrugged. "Well it would be unfortunate to clash into each other when we can outplay the other factions don't you think?! Our bosses will be pleased!" The outlaw nodded conformingly and pointed to the tavern. "Let's get something to drink and warm our bodies." They both went inside through the thick curtains. Carnyx was stunned. Although he didn't care for Baron Locklear nor the Lenfald faction, the outlaws used the new lands as an opportunity to secure a better future. Many of the people on the road would be woman and children as well. If the positions of the troops were known to the other factions, than they would slaughter everyone in their way, including the innocent. That was not something Carnyx could knowingly allow. After spewing some barbaric curse words he decided; he would take action to prohibit this leak of information... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More photo's available on Flickr. Thank you for reading. Cheers, Schreeuwwitje
|
|
Fritzix
Outlaws
Champion of the Brawl
conspiring
Posts: 113
|
Post by Fritzix on Sept 27, 2015 6:55:49 GMT -8
|
|
|
Post by Graham Gidman on Sept 27, 2015 9:00:29 GMT -8
Absolutely fantastic entries so far, guys! I probably won't be getting any in due to another project.
|
|
|
Post by Becheman on Sept 27, 2015 15:59:53 GMT -8
Sorry guys - worked piled up and I ran out of time. Fingers crossed for a Lenfald victory! You still have till 4 October brother! Fantastic! Missed that extension Got one rendering now so I can at least enter an Unres
|
|
|
Post by mattiusxavier on Sept 28, 2015 3:09:33 GMT -8
You still have till 4 October brother! Fantastic! Missed that extension Got one rendering now so I can at least enter an Unres What tool are you using to render. Just curious because it seems rather neat.
|
|
|
Post by Schreeuwwitje on Sept 28, 2015 4:46:10 GMT -8
Hi Guys, this is my bignette entry for the global challenge: Name: "repossession" Category: "Sabotage" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His decision was made. He had to stop the scout from delivering the letter to his superiors. He knew the only road the scout could take was to the north-west. He only hoped that the scout wanted to depart as soon as possible. Although his determination to stop the scout was doubtless, he could not lay in wait in the snow for more than a few days. He took his axe nonetheless and started walking down the path. After a while the path narrowed and Carnyx found the perfect spot for an ambush. He hid behind a tree and listened carefully for approaching footsteps. Hours passed and he was about to make ready for sleep when he heard a horse whinny somewhere down the path. He knew immediately that this was his moment. He closed his eyes and it almost felt like a heartbeat going through his axe. The pulse radiating a sense of confidence in his hands. Carnyx felt faster and stronger, awaiting the swing of his blade with still anticipation. A whinny again, now much closer. His eyes tried to pierce the upcoming darkness, seeing the silhouette of a man on horseback. One last peek around the corner told him it was the Lenfald scout.... he strained all his muscles for the attack...; and released them.... He jumped as high as he could while swinging his axe with all the strength he got. The flat side of his axe hit the horse so hard it pranced and fell on its back. The scout flew a few meters through the air followed by landing on his head. Carnyx forbade himself to kill innocent or unarmed men or animals, so he made sure that the scout was knocked out and then he took the letter. With a non-arrogant proud smile on his face he started his journey back to his home, leaving both the horse and the scout unconscious alongside the road... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- More photo's available on Flickr. Thank you for reading. Cheers, Schreeuwwitje
|
|
|
Post by Becheman on Sept 28, 2015 17:08:07 GMT -8
GCXI Unrestricted - Grave's End - SecrecySithric grumbled and pulled his cloak tighter over his shoulders as a light drizzle started to fall from the morning's clouds. Goodall clapped a hand on his shoulder and pointed. "We're getting near to the Captain's manor - I recognise that church." "Good. This isn't the bath I had in mind." The church had suffered greatly in the recent war, but those monks who were left still tended to its remains. Sithric spotted one who seemed to be otherwise unoccupied, unless staring into space was one of their duties. He strode over as Jarson dismounted, his ears pricked and his eyes focused on the distant trees. "You, monk. Tell me how to get to Bowden manor." The monk barely turned. "You approach an unarmed man with your weapon drawn. You have either seen too much, or too little of war. The manor is just down the road, perhaps an hour on foot. But I think you have wasted your journey. Heralds have been mustering men to march to the western shores. If you are part of Master Bowden's crew, then I think you should return the way you came." Goodall was calming the horse as Sithric returned. "Well?" "What a wasted trip. An army is assembling in the west. Just when I thought I could get out of these damp clothes." He looked around. "Where the hell did that dang elf go?" Size: 56x56 (not including base)
|
|