SpearralSquid
Garheim
Green is not a creative color.
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Post by SpearralSquid on Jun 8, 2014 0:08:04 GMT -8
Yes, I couldn't have earned any before, because I joined on Jan 8th.
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Post by GMarten on Jun 8, 2014 5:06:03 GMT -8
The Black Sand Beach Discover My freebuild of June
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Post by Lord Rolf Thrandr on Jun 8, 2014 12:01:46 GMT -8
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Post by valtias on Jun 8, 2014 16:46:29 GMT -8
Can i post only 1 moc for the challenge or can i post many?
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Excalibur
Roawian Overseer
Garheim Faction Liaison
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Post by Excalibur on Jun 8, 2014 19:26:24 GMT -8
Can i post only 1 moc for the challenge or can i post many? Standard rules are one MOC per person. For those contests that have an exception they are clearly noted. I recommend posting just your best MOC.
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AK_Brickster
Innkeeper
Scouting the Lenfel Border
Posts: 3,272
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Post by AK_Brickster on Jun 8, 2014 21:11:10 GMT -8
One entry per person. If you build more, they will be counted as free builds and will not be considered during judging.
Good luck!
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Post by Sir Jake of Garheim on Jun 11, 2014 16:48:47 GMT -8
Scoring has been updated. Valtias you have not quite made it to the 15 points yet, but end the current LC and one more free build and you will be there! Sir Jake of Garheim - Sorry about the oversight. I had all of your build, but you were just not on the total sheet. Thank you for pointing it out. Thanks! Actually though, as it stands, I should have 12 points. Intro-5 GC vig-2 GC restricted-3 Freebuild-2
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Excalibur
Roawian Overseer
Garheim Faction Liaison
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Post by Excalibur on Jun 11, 2014 18:47:55 GMT -8
Scoring has been updated. Valtias you have not quite made it to the 15 points yet, but end the current LC and one more free build and you will be there! Sir Jake of Garheim - Sorry about the oversight. I had all of your build, but you were just not on the total sheet. Thank you for pointing it out. Thanks! Actually though, as it stands, I should have 12 points. Intro-5 GC vig-2 GC restricted-3 Freebuild-2 Sorry to have to correct you. As of June 7th you have 9 points (The GC Vig was 1 point not 2 points) and then you posted a Freebuild on June 8th (the day after I did the scoring). So with no other changes you will have 11 points next time I do the scoring, but the 9 points is correct for scoring as of June 7th. Please note that in general users should PM with there scoring concerns and then I will respond in kind.
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Post by Sir Jake of Garheim on Jun 11, 2014 19:45:19 GMT -8
Thanks! Actually though, as it stands, I should have 12 points. Intro-5 GC vig-2 GC restricted-3 Freebuild-2 Sorry to have to correct you. As of June 7th you have 9 points (The GC Vig was 1 point not 2 points) and then you posted a Freebuild on June 8th (the day after I did the scoring). So with no other changes you will have 11 points next time I do the scoring, but the 9 points is correct for scoring as of June 7th. Please note that in general users should PM with there scoring concerns and then I will respond in kind. No problem, thanks for the reply!
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Post by Sir Jake of Garheim on Jun 12, 2014 9:52:12 GMT -8
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SpearralSquid
Garheim
Green is not a creative color.
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Post by SpearralSquid on Jun 12, 2014 12:30:59 GMT -8
Here is my second free build of June! I've got a third free build and an LC19 entry coming. If you would like to read the story, click on the photo. You may also notice that I am now using a watermark. LoR - Raising The Banner by Brickninja, on Flickr
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SpearralSquid
Garheim
Green is not a creative color.
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Post by SpearralSquid on Jun 15, 2014 0:32:10 GMT -8
Third free build of June. A Knife In The Dark
LoR - A Knife In The Dark by Brickninja, on Flickr Sir Ian woke suddenly to a cold breeze for the second time in two weeks. He glanced around, wondering what had woken him, and froze in sheer terror as what had seems a simple shadow quickly made its way to his bedside. He kept his eyes mostly closed, and watched as the hooded and cloaked figure drew out a knife and prepared to cut Sir Ian's throat. Just before the blade descended, Sir Ian kicked the linen blanket up off the bed into the attacker's face. He shoved and kicked hard with his bare feet, and sent his assailant reeling backwards. He scrabbled around for his sword, shield, knife, anything to defend himself. The assassin's knife came spinning through the air and struck sparks off the wall half an inch from Sir Ian's head. As he instinctively looked back he noticed an ornate shield hanging on the wall of the bed. he wrenched it from the wall and turned back to the assassin, who had now drawn a short sword. He grimaced and hurled the shield through the air like a discus, taking the hooded man by surprise. But the trained murderer's reflexes, and he dodged to the side. Just as the shield passed him the door opened and the surprised figure of one of Sir Ian's swordsmen, Sven, grunted as the shield struck him in the chest. The man, who had obviously come to investigate the noise, was thrown back against the wall of the hallway. But fortunately Sven Larson was a strong, trained warrior, and a Garhim at that, so he quickly came to his senses and drew his short sword, charging into the room to find Sir Ian and the cloaked assassin locked in a struggle. Sven clashed at the cloaked man, and the blade bit through his forearm, causing the murderous hand to drop to the floor. The assassing yelled in pain, and realizing the odds were against him and that he no longer had Sir Ian by surprise, jumped onto the bed and out the open window, leaving the two astonished Garhims standing in the room behind. "He's not getting away!" cried Sir Ia, who followed, peering out the window to see his assailant grasping one of the turning edges of a mill across the narrow street, rising up with the mill and jumping down to dash away over the roof tops. Sir Ian, taken aback, lost his balance and toppled from the window. He reflexively grabbed out with his arm, managing to take hold of the windowsill. But he lost his grip, and with a sickening pop in his shoulder his arm became limp. He crashed to the mud and cobble street, feeling ribs breaking under him. He stood up as much as he could and shook his fist in the direction of the assassin fleeing into the dawn. "By the Jarl's beard!! Now I cannot fight him!"
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Post by Sir Caedric Moore on Jun 15, 2014 21:40:04 GMT -8
Part 3 of my GC storyline and my entry to Garheim's Local challenge "Destruction and Desperation". -+-+-+-+-+-With Wolves Closing In +-+-+-+-+-+-+- "HELLOOOOO!!!" Caedric yelled at the top of his lungs - his breathing already ragged in the frigid air - but the sound was instantly muffled by the falling snow. Already it lay in heaps and mounds, blanketing the rough ground and piling up along the sides of walls and crumbled buildings. "HELLOOOOO!!!" His right leg was a ruined mess - flesh charred and torn; his bones grinding together with each step - and it trailed a constant stream of blood as he trudged down the abandoned streets, putting all of his weight on the broken shaft of a discarded spear.
"HELLOOOO!!!?" He didn't care who heard him, now. His armor had begun to melt when the dragon's fire touched it and Caedric had abandoned it, leaving only a torn leather jerkin and cloth trousers to ward off the cold northern winds and the temperature was dropping fast. Every hovel and cottage he passed was destroyed and empty, each one a crumbled mess of stones and blackened timbers. City walls had been toppled, trees burned and uprooted. Bodies littered the streets - those that the dragon had left, that is - though they, too, were covered in a layer of snow.
He had seen no one since he awoke to the quiet of an empty battlefield, a heavy snowfall was all that moved as the sun set behind the mountains. The only sound now as he hobbled along was the howling of wolves, growing ever closer. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- C+C Welcome! Ronin
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Post by Lord Rolf Thrandr on Jun 16, 2014 11:51:21 GMT -8
My second June freebuild. LoR-Freebuild-Home by Jackson of Garheim, on Flickr Story: I walked into the great hall of the castle, 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."
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Post by Sir Jake of Garheim on Jun 17, 2014 6:15:32 GMT -8
Even though the scores haven't been updated yet, can I start building for the hero's guild now that I have 15+ points?
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