Post by Gunnbrikt on Aug 8, 2015 10:02:59 GMT -8
Rumour Merchant – LoR Outlaws LCXVIII Entry by Gunnbrikt, on Flickr
After a nearly yearlong break from Lego I’ve finally dived in again and completed a build for the latest Outlaws Local Challenge with the theme “Rumours”.
I’ve been able to sort through about 70% of my Lego pile now so had a load more easily accessible piece to pick from but once again is the parts are mostly from the Lone Ranger Silver Mine (the sets just too good for part usage!). I’ve promised myself that the next LoR build will not be in a desert so I don’t get stuck in my ways ;P.
This build also introduces my newly revamped character whose style has changed slightly (less Sean Bean this time) but don’t worry, all is explained in the story below. I’ll apologise now if the story is a quite cliché or corny but I didn’t feel like I wanted it to be too serious (plus I had a lot of ground to cover in a single build). I’ll attempt in the next build to do a shorter, more concise story.
See my Flickr page here for a couple more shots of the MoC from the front and an alternative angle.
Please feel free to comment, any tips/constructive criticism are all appreciated.
Enjoy
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Rumour Merchant
An entry for Outlaws Local Challenge LCXVIII from the Lands of Roawia
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Inquisitor Gunnbrikt and his new comrade arrived in town after a couple days journey through the desert. They had barely spoken since leaving the engineers ramshackle home but with a rest in sight they both began to chat.
“I’ve only just realised, I never got your name engineer.” exclaimed Gunnbrikt.
“It’s Thorgrim, Thorgrim Manriff”.
“Thogrim? Isn’t that a dwarven name?”
“Yes, I was found as a baby by a band of dwarfs after my village was raided by bandits. They took me as one of their own and taught me the craft of engineering along with their traditions. I left to join the Garheim army when I turned an adult which has led me here.”
“You must have been good, Dwarfs don’t lightly bestow the honour of a dwarf name upon anyone other than a Dwarf.”
“Thank you, I’m….wait…look behind you.”
Gunnbrikt turned slowly and saw what Thorgrim had stalled about. A group of mercenary soldiers were behind them along with what appeared to be a bounty hunter as their leader. Word about Gunnbrikt’s false crime and arrest warrant had not likely reached this far south but he could take any risks, both he and Thorgrim would need to disguise themselves fast. Changing clothes wouldn’t help, they’d need to look different.
They continued to walk casually down the street so not to draw attention to themselves until they found a merchant’s shop. Upon walking in it was evident this was the perfect place for what they needed, bottles of potions and chemicals were piled to the ceiling.
“May I help you today?” asked the merchant.
“Yes, we need something to dye our hair a different shade and….um… would it be possible to have something to shave with?” inquired Gunnbrikt
“Ummm, well the first shouldn’t be too hard but the latter is a tad odd for, may I ask why?”
“Let’s just say we’re heading south toward the Outlaws lands and we don’t want to be noticed”
“I wouldn’t normally but you seem like good men even if you are a tad suspicious. Go out back to shave, there’s a bowl of water to use and in the mean time I’ll get what you need ready for your hair”
After just an hour all was completed. Both Gunnbrikt and Thorgrim were clean faced (mostly) and sported a new hairstyle and colour. They stepped out the shop into the dry desert air.
“I quite like this new style, I might think about keeping it” said Gunnbrikt.
“Same here” concurred Thorgrim.
Thorgrim had walked off down the street to the inn, thirsty from the long day. Gunnbrikt turned round to speak to the merchant.
“Thanks again merchant, you have been beyond helpful” thanked Gunnbrikt to the Merchant.
“No problem good sir’s” kindly said the Merchant. “Just to warn you the Outlaw lands are a dangerous place, I used to live in a town on the north tip of the magic isles called Port Izor. It was a relatively peaceful place to live with lush green hills until one night we got attacked by a band of trolls and orcs from the mountains. They took over the town as their own and imposed their own brutal laws, luckily I escaped by boat at night and arrived on these shores about a year ago and set up shop. Since the Queen has died I’ve heard rumours that the Outlaw lands have become even more chaotic with the inner factions fighting to grab land where they can.”
“Thank you for the advice Merchant, your plight has touched me deeply. I can’t promise anything but I’ll head towards this town you speak of. I’ve promised myself and the gods that I’ll fight such evils and bring law and order back to the wilds of the world.”
“Thank you inquisitor and farewell” said the Merchant. He watched from his shop door as Gunnbrikt walked off down the street looking forward to a well-deserved drink at the Inn with his new comrade.
