Post by Erathor Pridenar on Mar 21, 2014 8:26:16 GMT -8
Hey guys, here's my most recent MOC, for the LC14 in the LCC/NoR/whatever-it-is. I'm relatively happy with it, but it's far from my best.
LCC - A Saving Story by Erathor Pridenar, on Flickr
Here's the story:
Edwin, clad in green like the rest of his men, continued to walk through the forest, which darkened as the day went on. Here, on the Loreesi border, the trees were thick and tightly-packed, which could make things hard after nightfall. This was especially true when, alongside the other members of the Company, there were a band of peasants who were being led to Sarenhold, ready to fight for Loreos. Erathor Pridenar himself had asked the Company to find willing men, and Edwin was more than happy to oblige.
Edwin stopped momentarily, thinking he heard the sound of marching feet. Just a few seconds after he continued to walk he stopped again, now sure of what he heard. He quickly turned to the Company.
“Dragons, coming down the road. I’ll handle this.” His men nodded, wishing that the Dragons could’ve passed after the road had been crossed and the Company could blend into the forest.
“You! What’re you doing so armed in these parts? Thinking of rebellion?” Edwin knew that the Dragon knight was closer to the mark than he realised. Normally serious, the Head of the Company thought of an amusing way to get out of the mess.
“My lord, why would we ever think of rebelling against our wonderful queen, who does so much for us?” The flattery was thick, and like poison in Edwin’s mouth. “Nay, we do not wish to fight you, not at all, but we must carry weapons.”
“And why would that be?” The Dragon leader seemed unconvinced.
“Have you ever heard of the Wild Wolves of Loreos?”
“I’ve heard of wolves; indeed, I’ve killed some myself.” He grinned proudly at the thought.
“No, the Wild Wolves are different. They’re bigger than a normal wolf, with teeth the size of swords and claws that rake like daggers. They enter these woods at night, so we must be armed as we make camp, else we’ll all be killed.”
“E-e-eaten?” The Dragon stammered. “Wild Wolves?” He almost whimpered, but tried to regain his composure as Edwin, and the rest of the Company, concealed a laugh. “I don’t think these so-called W-Wild Wolves are anything to worry about, but our patrol is over, and we’ll be late back to the barracks if we’re not careful! Men, about face, and quick march!” Edwin hoped that not all armies fell over each other as they ‘quick-marched’, it would be very bad discipline.
“Let’s make camp.” His men cheered, and moved a little further into the trees, where they had no need to worry about being captured, not whilst the Dragons remained scared of a creature that existed only in the imagination.
For the Glory of Loreos!
LCC - A Saving Story by Erathor Pridenar, on Flickr
Here's the story:
Edwin, clad in green like the rest of his men, continued to walk through the forest, which darkened as the day went on. Here, on the Loreesi border, the trees were thick and tightly-packed, which could make things hard after nightfall. This was especially true when, alongside the other members of the Company, there were a band of peasants who were being led to Sarenhold, ready to fight for Loreos. Erathor Pridenar himself had asked the Company to find willing men, and Edwin was more than happy to oblige.
Edwin stopped momentarily, thinking he heard the sound of marching feet. Just a few seconds after he continued to walk he stopped again, now sure of what he heard. He quickly turned to the Company.
“Dragons, coming down the road. I’ll handle this.” His men nodded, wishing that the Dragons could’ve passed after the road had been crossed and the Company could blend into the forest.
“You! What’re you doing so armed in these parts? Thinking of rebellion?” Edwin knew that the Dragon knight was closer to the mark than he realised. Normally serious, the Head of the Company thought of an amusing way to get out of the mess.
“My lord, why would we ever think of rebelling against our wonderful queen, who does so much for us?” The flattery was thick, and like poison in Edwin’s mouth. “Nay, we do not wish to fight you, not at all, but we must carry weapons.”
“And why would that be?” The Dragon leader seemed unconvinced.
“Have you ever heard of the Wild Wolves of Loreos?”
“I’ve heard of wolves; indeed, I’ve killed some myself.” He grinned proudly at the thought.
“No, the Wild Wolves are different. They’re bigger than a normal wolf, with teeth the size of swords and claws that rake like daggers. They enter these woods at night, so we must be armed as we make camp, else we’ll all be killed.”
“E-e-eaten?” The Dragon stammered. “Wild Wolves?” He almost whimpered, but tried to regain his composure as Edwin, and the rest of the Company, concealed a laugh. “I don’t think these so-called W-Wild Wolves are anything to worry about, but our patrol is over, and we’ll be late back to the barracks if we’re not careful! Men, about face, and quick march!” Edwin hoped that not all armies fell over each other as they ‘quick-marched’, it would be very bad discipline.
“Let’s make camp.” His men cheered, and moved a little further into the trees, where they had no need to worry about being captured, not whilst the Dragons remained scared of a creature that existed only in the imagination.
For the Glory of Loreos!