Post by Zach Bean on Jul 20, 2014 0:39:11 GMT -8
Global Challenge VIII - GARHEIM IN ASHES
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As the mist of a quiet morning clung to the air, Roawia's noblest and boldest warriors made their way home. Some had fallen, many were wounded, but the pale and weak bodies kept locked away in the bleak stone fortress the Queen had been calling her throne had been rid of their shackles. Prince Lorean made his way back to the warm sands of Loreos, High Lord Triphian made his way back to the cool forests of Lenfald, and Jarl Jhirian and Chartres made their way back the mountainous land which both had called home once before.
A renewed sense of freedom coursed not only through the leaders' veins, but also in the people of Roawia. Free from the iron grip of the Queen and her dogs, Prince Lorean and Lord Triphian enjoyed the embrace of loved ones and fellow countrymen upon their returns. But the Jarl and Chartres were instead greeted with billowing black smoke pillars, an orange and red sea of flame, and a path of lost loved ones in the wake of the Queen's men.
The Queen had loosened her grip on the lands of Loreos and Lenfald, but had crushed any hope of rebellion in the North. Chartres had accompanied the Garhims on their northward march, as the young Lenfel prince had set up residence in the icy province some many months before. He asked permission from the Jarl to ride ahead of his Garhim kinsman to see if there were any lives left to be saved in the path of destruction.
The Jarl, hesitated, but then agreed saying, "Very well, but be careful, Lad. You're not as fierce as we Garhim on the battlefield, but I've a feeling ye might have a bit more heroics left in ye blade just yet!"
A village on the horizon bled black smoke as Chartres and a few men raced towards it. The embers of the fires were still warm when Chartres rode in on his Loreesi mount.
"Look for any survivors! Put out any remaining flames! Those black and red demons were just here!"
Chartres had proven himself a capable commander on the royal isle, but he was now showing his stress and emotion as he looked on at the destruction before him. He looked around at the skeletons of homes, at the charred remains of families, and began to break down. Chartres collapsed on to a pile of ashes, head in his hands.
"How could this have happened? How could I let this happen? The Jarl- no, not just him but these people too- they put their trust in me. And I- I failed them."
Chartres sat in a state of confusion and self loathing. How was he supposed to lead the greatest rebellion the lands had ever seen, if he couldn't even protect those who had granted him asylum?
Then, almost out of thin air, a man came running around the ruble of nearby house. He was cloaked in soot as he ran up to Chartres. He had a look of desperation plastered across his face. Chartres jumped up at the sight of this man appearing before him like a pale ghost.
"Sire! Sire! I need your help M'Lord!" Beckoned the man as he gripped a lone post for support.
"Yes! What do you need? Here take my horse, there has to be hundreds of men just down the road! They'll give you the assistance you seek!" Chartres said grabbing his horse's reigns.
"No M'Lord! My son, he's trapped- Please sire! I can not lift the beam! He'll surely die-" The man said nearly collapsing.
Chartres and the man sprinted to the boy as he gasped for air and relief. His cries for help were ear screeching.
"We're here now!" Said the man as he held his son's head. He turned to Chartres and said, "Surely we'll need more men! Go find your banner men!"
"There's no time" Said Chartres gripping the beam.
"Two men cannot lift such a beam sire!"
"Grab that end!" Chartres commanded the man. But he looked at Chartres with apprehension. "Just do it!"
Chartres and the boy's father gripped the beam and began to lift. At first they could only lift the thick timber a few mere inches. But then a power rush over took Chartres. In one swift motion Chartres and the man not only lifted the beam off the boy, but practically threw it. Chartres carried the boy to his horse and rode for the approaching men.
"Thank you sire! Thank you!" Called out the man as Chartres and the boy kicked up ashes riding through the remains of a gatehouse.
Chartres arrived at the vanguard of men coming down the road. The boy was clinging to Chartres' cloak as he wrapped his arm around the lad to keep him from bouncing right off the saddle.
"This boy needs help! Send your men into the town! There are survivors still left!"
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Days after Chartres and the Jarl rode into Garheim they received letters from the corners of the North detailing similar destruction. The country sides had bit lit aflame. The Queen had no intention of losing another province, even if it was reduced to ashes.
Chartres, the Jarl, and Garheim's top generals amassed in the shadows of the burnt village to assess the full scale of things. They gathered around a hastily assembled table. Sitting on barrels, crates, and any other suitable object sufficed for the highest ranking men. The rest stood around the crowded table.
The Jarl nodded to a man on the other side of the table, who stood up from his barrel.
"We've received word from as far as Stormhaven, Rotheburg and Shardmines; all say the surrounding villages and towns, and even certain sections of their cities have been burned or put down by the Queen's dogs. Effectively, the rebellion has failed. Only small pockets of liberated people stand free of Galainir's oppression."
"We must help our people! Send the cavalry ahead!" Demanded a general as he slammed his fists on the table.
Another man quickly replied from across the table, "You know very well we can barely keep these men going. We've already lost scores of men fighting at the Queen's doorstep. I promised my men no more senseless fighting. I do NOT go against my word!"
"Jarl, tell this coward we must fight!" Growled the other lord.
The Jarl looked at his generals, and then to Chartres who sat to his left. "What say ye, young Chartres?"
"I know honor means a great deal to you men, but I know your people mean even more to you. We must ask the Lenfels and Loreesi for help. They will answer your calls with as much honor as you have. If not out of honor, out of fear that they're next of the Queen's list. We must send letters to the lords and nobles of the south as soon as possible! At the very least I'll personally send letters to the knights of Loreos, and the people of Lenfald who would help me in my time of need. But I beg you- You cannot fight this battle alone. You need help."
The generals turned their eyes towards the Jarl who stoked his beard slowly. There were a few moments of utter silence until the Jarl said in a confident voice looking into the eyes of his men, "Chartres is right."
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Scores of men and women have now made their way north, will you?
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The Challenge:
Our Northern brothers and sisters call on the noble and brave people of the south to aid their efforts in pushing back the Queen's soldiers. Continue the fight for a free Roawia and march north to assist the fight for the north.
Garhims: Your challenge is to show your character fighting alongside either the Lenfels, the Loreesi, or both, in an attempt to fight back the Queen's soldiers. Alternatively you can show your character coming into contact with either the Lenfels, the Loreesi, or both. They don't necessarily need to be combative personal. Remember though, this is your homeland, so show "her Majesty" she's no longer welcome!
Lenfels & Loreesi: Your challenge is to show your character fighting alongside or coming into contact with Garhims. You can also include some Loreesi and Lenfels, (Lenfels if you're Loreesi and Loreesi of you're a Lenfel) but you need to include some Garhims in your build(s).
Help your northern friends push out the Queen!
Outlaws: You have a choice. Either show your support for Garheim and help aid the rebellion by fighting alongside or coming into contact with some Garhims. Alternatively you can show your support for the Queen and help the Queen's soldiers repel and defend against any attacks. Whatever your choice, you must include some Garhims in your build(s).
No matter which faction you fight for, with, or against you must include your color specific faction banner into your build(s).
Prizes:
A variety of custom capes, banners, and other cloth minifigure accessories has been generously donated by Royal Brick Customs!
The winner of each category, Vignette, Restricted, and Unrestricted will win a prize! (Details to follow)
Be sure to check out his Bricklink store!
Scoring:
You may enter each of the below size categories once.
The 8x8 stud sized "Vignette" entries will earn 1 point for you and your faction. No extended border is aloud. You mus include any border bits (Sigil, name Block, banner, etc.) must be included in the 8x8 stud space. Minimal overhang is aloud. The KC will judge if entries have too much overhang.
The 20x20 - 32x32 stud sized "Restricted" entries will earn 3 points for you and your faction. A 2 stud extension is given to allow for borders. So entries with borders should confine to a 34x34 stud base at the maximum. Overhang is less restrictive than the "Vig." category. Again the KC will decide if any entry(s) break the rules here.
Any entry above 48x48 studs is regarded as an "Unrestricted" entry and will earn 5 points for you and your faction. Obviously because there's no restrictions on how large your entry can be, except for the 48x48 stud minimum, borders and overhang are aloud.
Please provide a stud count if your entry is an odd, or uneven shape. It makes our jobs much easier than having to count each individual stud on a computer monitor.
The winning faction will be determined by the new scoring system. Votes cast for your faction's Vignette finalist will be worth 1 point each. Votes cast for your faction's Restricted finalist will be worth 2 points each. Votes cast for your faction's Unrestricted finalist are worth 3 points each. The faction with the most points at the end of finalist voting will be the winner. Each category win is worth 10 global points for your faction. The overall challenge winning faction will receive an additional 10 bonus points.
Deadline: 8/17/14 Any Time zone.
The story is by me, and the above GIF was made and provided by AK_Brickster, so thank him.
If you have any questions or comments regarding this GC, feel free to post them below.
Have fun everyone.
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As the mist of a quiet morning clung to the air, Roawia's noblest and boldest warriors made their way home. Some had fallen, many were wounded, but the pale and weak bodies kept locked away in the bleak stone fortress the Queen had been calling her throne had been rid of their shackles. Prince Lorean made his way back to the warm sands of Loreos, High Lord Triphian made his way back to the cool forests of Lenfald, and Jarl Jhirian and Chartres made their way back the mountainous land which both had called home once before.
A renewed sense of freedom coursed not only through the leaders' veins, but also in the people of Roawia. Free from the iron grip of the Queen and her dogs, Prince Lorean and Lord Triphian enjoyed the embrace of loved ones and fellow countrymen upon their returns. But the Jarl and Chartres were instead greeted with billowing black smoke pillars, an orange and red sea of flame, and a path of lost loved ones in the wake of the Queen's men.
The Queen had loosened her grip on the lands of Loreos and Lenfald, but had crushed any hope of rebellion in the North. Chartres had accompanied the Garhims on their northward march, as the young Lenfel prince had set up residence in the icy province some many months before. He asked permission from the Jarl to ride ahead of his Garhim kinsman to see if there were any lives left to be saved in the path of destruction.
The Jarl, hesitated, but then agreed saying, "Very well, but be careful, Lad. You're not as fierce as we Garhim on the battlefield, but I've a feeling ye might have a bit more heroics left in ye blade just yet!"
A village on the horizon bled black smoke as Chartres and a few men raced towards it. The embers of the fires were still warm when Chartres rode in on his Loreesi mount.
"Look for any survivors! Put out any remaining flames! Those black and red demons were just here!"
Chartres had proven himself a capable commander on the royal isle, but he was now showing his stress and emotion as he looked on at the destruction before him. He looked around at the skeletons of homes, at the charred remains of families, and began to break down. Chartres collapsed on to a pile of ashes, head in his hands.
"How could this have happened? How could I let this happen? The Jarl- no, not just him but these people too- they put their trust in me. And I- I failed them."
Chartres sat in a state of confusion and self loathing. How was he supposed to lead the greatest rebellion the lands had ever seen, if he couldn't even protect those who had granted him asylum?
Then, almost out of thin air, a man came running around the ruble of nearby house. He was cloaked in soot as he ran up to Chartres. He had a look of desperation plastered across his face. Chartres jumped up at the sight of this man appearing before him like a pale ghost.
"Sire! Sire! I need your help M'Lord!" Beckoned the man as he gripped a lone post for support.
"Yes! What do you need? Here take my horse, there has to be hundreds of men just down the road! They'll give you the assistance you seek!" Chartres said grabbing his horse's reigns.
"No M'Lord! My son, he's trapped- Please sire! I can not lift the beam! He'll surely die-" The man said nearly collapsing.
Chartres and the man sprinted to the boy as he gasped for air and relief. His cries for help were ear screeching.
"We're here now!" Said the man as he held his son's head. He turned to Chartres and said, "Surely we'll need more men! Go find your banner men!"
"There's no time" Said Chartres gripping the beam.
"Two men cannot lift such a beam sire!"
"Grab that end!" Chartres commanded the man. But he looked at Chartres with apprehension. "Just do it!"
Chartres and the boy's father gripped the beam and began to lift. At first they could only lift the thick timber a few mere inches. But then a power rush over took Chartres. In one swift motion Chartres and the man not only lifted the beam off the boy, but practically threw it. Chartres carried the boy to his horse and rode for the approaching men.
"Thank you sire! Thank you!" Called out the man as Chartres and the boy kicked up ashes riding through the remains of a gatehouse.
Chartres arrived at the vanguard of men coming down the road. The boy was clinging to Chartres' cloak as he wrapped his arm around the lad to keep him from bouncing right off the saddle.
"This boy needs help! Send your men into the town! There are survivors still left!"
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Days after Chartres and the Jarl rode into Garheim they received letters from the corners of the North detailing similar destruction. The country sides had bit lit aflame. The Queen had no intention of losing another province, even if it was reduced to ashes.
Chartres, the Jarl, and Garheim's top generals amassed in the shadows of the burnt village to assess the full scale of things. They gathered around a hastily assembled table. Sitting on barrels, crates, and any other suitable object sufficed for the highest ranking men. The rest stood around the crowded table.
The Jarl nodded to a man on the other side of the table, who stood up from his barrel.
"We've received word from as far as Stormhaven, Rotheburg and Shardmines; all say the surrounding villages and towns, and even certain sections of their cities have been burned or put down by the Queen's dogs. Effectively, the rebellion has failed. Only small pockets of liberated people stand free of Galainir's oppression."
"We must help our people! Send the cavalry ahead!" Demanded a general as he slammed his fists on the table.
Another man quickly replied from across the table, "You know very well we can barely keep these men going. We've already lost scores of men fighting at the Queen's doorstep. I promised my men no more senseless fighting. I do NOT go against my word!"
"Jarl, tell this coward we must fight!" Growled the other lord.
The Jarl looked at his generals, and then to Chartres who sat to his left. "What say ye, young Chartres?"
"I know honor means a great deal to you men, but I know your people mean even more to you. We must ask the Lenfels and Loreesi for help. They will answer your calls with as much honor as you have. If not out of honor, out of fear that they're next of the Queen's list. We must send letters to the lords and nobles of the south as soon as possible! At the very least I'll personally send letters to the knights of Loreos, and the people of Lenfald who would help me in my time of need. But I beg you- You cannot fight this battle alone. You need help."
The generals turned their eyes towards the Jarl who stoked his beard slowly. There were a few moments of utter silence until the Jarl said in a confident voice looking into the eyes of his men, "Chartres is right."
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Scores of men and women have now made their way north, will you?
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Challenge:
Our Northern brothers and sisters call on the noble and brave people of the south to aid their efforts in pushing back the Queen's soldiers. Continue the fight for a free Roawia and march north to assist the fight for the north.
Garhims: Your challenge is to show your character fighting alongside either the Lenfels, the Loreesi, or both, in an attempt to fight back the Queen's soldiers. Alternatively you can show your character coming into contact with either the Lenfels, the Loreesi, or both. They don't necessarily need to be combative personal. Remember though, this is your homeland, so show "her Majesty" she's no longer welcome!
Lenfels & Loreesi: Your challenge is to show your character fighting alongside or coming into contact with Garhims. You can also include some Loreesi and Lenfels, (Lenfels if you're Loreesi and Loreesi of you're a Lenfel) but you need to include some Garhims in your build(s).
Help your northern friends push out the Queen!
Outlaws: You have a choice. Either show your support for Garheim and help aid the rebellion by fighting alongside or coming into contact with some Garhims. Alternatively you can show your support for the Queen and help the Queen's soldiers repel and defend against any attacks. Whatever your choice, you must include some Garhims in your build(s).
No matter which faction you fight for, with, or against you must include your color specific faction banner into your build(s).
Prizes:
A variety of custom capes, banners, and other cloth minifigure accessories has been generously donated by Royal Brick Customs!
The winner of each category, Vignette, Restricted, and Unrestricted will win a prize! (Details to follow)
Be sure to check out his Bricklink store!
Scoring:
You may enter each of the below size categories once.
The 8x8 stud sized "Vignette" entries will earn 1 point for you and your faction. No extended border is aloud. You mus include any border bits (Sigil, name Block, banner, etc.) must be included in the 8x8 stud space. Minimal overhang is aloud. The KC will judge if entries have too much overhang.
The 20x20 - 32x32 stud sized "Restricted" entries will earn 3 points for you and your faction. A 2 stud extension is given to allow for borders. So entries with borders should confine to a 34x34 stud base at the maximum. Overhang is less restrictive than the "Vig." category. Again the KC will decide if any entry(s) break the rules here.
Any entry above 48x48 studs is regarded as an "Unrestricted" entry and will earn 5 points for you and your faction. Obviously because there's no restrictions on how large your entry can be, except for the 48x48 stud minimum, borders and overhang are aloud.
Please provide a stud count if your entry is an odd, or uneven shape. It makes our jobs much easier than having to count each individual stud on a computer monitor.
The winning faction will be determined by the new scoring system. Votes cast for your faction's Vignette finalist will be worth 1 point each. Votes cast for your faction's Restricted finalist will be worth 2 points each. Votes cast for your faction's Unrestricted finalist are worth 3 points each. The faction with the most points at the end of finalist voting will be the winner. Each category win is worth 10 global points for your faction. The overall challenge winning faction will receive an additional 10 bonus points.
Deadline: 8/17/14 Any Time zone.
The story is by me, and the above GIF was made and provided by AK_Brickster, so thank him.
If you have any questions or comments regarding this GC, feel free to post them below.
Have fun everyone.