Post by Lord Rolf Thrandr on Jun 16, 2014 11:51:01 GMT -8
This is my second June freebuild. This is my first try at lighting; there are some LED's under the fire to make it glow. 
LoR-Freebuild-Home by Jackson of Garheim, on Flickr
Story:
I walked into the great hall of the castle of Aberon, my footsteps echoing around the nearly empty hall. A fire roared in the hall's hearth, warming the entire room. In the fire light I saw a big, broad-shouldered man with long gray hair - My father! I broke into a run, my heart filled with joy. He turned as I drew near, and I embraced him.
"Jack my boy! You're home at last!" My father said.
"It is good to be home!" I laughed.
"How goes the war?" My father asked, his face again serious.
"It goes well, my men and I just took the last holdout of the Queen." I replied. My father smiled, his eyes twinkling.
"Then at last, we may have peace." He said.
I heard footsteps behind me, and turned around to see my sister, Elsa, standing there.
"You're home!" She cried, and flung herself into my arms. I hugged her back, then stepped back.
"How have you been?" I asked her.
"You're worried about me? You're the one who leaves to fight the Queen's men!" She laughed.
"True." I admitted, turning to stare into the fire. A few moments of silence ensued.
"I'm glad I'm finally home." I said.
"I'm glad you're home too." Said Elsa. We stood there in silence for a while, when suddenly a door crashed open, and a guard ran in. He came to a stop right before us, panting for breath. "They're coming!" He gasped.
"What's coming?" Asked my father.
"An army! The Queen's army!" The guard said.
"How many?" I asked.
"Thousands. Too many." He said.
The room suddenly didn't feel quite so warm. My father looked up, his expression hardened. "Sound the alarm, and summon all the men. We must prepare for the coming storm."
LoR-Freebuild-Home by Jackson of Garheim, on Flickr
Story:
I walked into the great hall of the castle of Aberon, my footsteps echoing around the nearly empty hall. A fire roared in the hall's hearth, warming the entire room. In the fire light I saw a big, broad-shouldered man with long gray hair - My father! I broke into a run, my heart filled with joy. He turned as I drew near, and I embraced him.
"Jack my boy! You're home at last!" My father said.
"It is good to be home!" I laughed.
"How goes the war?" My father asked, his face again serious.
"It goes well, my men and I just took the last holdout of the Queen." I replied. My father smiled, his eyes twinkling.
"Then at last, we may have peace." He said.
I heard footsteps behind me, and turned around to see my sister, Elsa, standing there.
"You're home!" She cried, and flung herself into my arms. I hugged her back, then stepped back.
"How have you been?" I asked her.
"You're worried about me? You're the one who leaves to fight the Queen's men!" She laughed.
"True." I admitted, turning to stare into the fire. A few moments of silence ensued.
"I'm glad I'm finally home." I said.
"I'm glad you're home too." Said Elsa. We stood there in silence for a while, when suddenly a door crashed open, and a guard ran in. He came to a stop right before us, panting for breath. "They're coming!" He gasped.
"What's coming?" Asked my father.
"An army! The Queen's army!" The guard said.
"How many?" I asked.
"Thousands. Too many." He said.
The room suddenly didn't feel quite so warm. My father looked up, his expression hardened. "Sound the alarm, and summon all the men. We must prepare for the coming storm."
