Post by Andared on Apr 7, 2014 20:44:49 GMT -8
A freebuild for Lenfald, a faction in the Lands of Roawia (formerly known as the Lands of Classic Castle, or LCC). This is also the next installment in Andared's journey.
A Watchful Guardian:
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Andared kept a steady pace throughout his journey, and as the sun began to set on the third day, he saw the barest shape of a tower rising above the mass of trees surrounding it. The design hearkened back to an earlier age of Lenfel architecture, but the tower itself was remarkably well-preserved. The height of the tower was ideal, Andared guessed, because it appeared to just barely reach above the tallest trees, allowing one to see for several miles in any direction; however, it was not so high as to be easily spotted from a distance.
A cool breeze rustled the plants beneath Andared's feet as he walked up to the tower. He hesitated at the threshhold, and softly knocked on the wooden door. It was met with silence.
He raised his hand to knock a second time, but the door swung open before he had the chance. A woman clad in the garb of the Black Dragons stood before him, with her sword drawn.
"You bear the sigil of the Dragons," she said, tapping Andared's pauldron with her sword. "But I don't recognize your face."
"You wouldn't," Andared coolly replied, slowly brushing her still outstretched sword aside. "I only joined the Black Dragons a month ago."
The woman raised her eyebrow disapprovingly, but reluctantly sheathed her sword.
"I assume you are here on business. Or are you just lost?"
"As a matter of fact, I am," Andared replied.
"Lost?"
Andared produced a small rolled up parchment and handed it to the woman, ignoring her cutting insult. "The Council gave me this message to deliver."
"Have you got a name?" she asked, taking the message from his hands and ushering him inside the tower.
"It's Andared," he replied, stepping inside. "And you are?..."
"Elanor," she replied absent-mindedly as she read the letter.
Elanor subconsciously mumbled under her breath as she read through the letter. When she finished, she set it down and spoke almost as much to herself as to Andared.
"It's finally begun."
"What has?"
"The revolution..."
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I was really pleased with how this build came out. I'm not sure its my best work, but definitely in my personal top five. The next installment will most likely come in an entry to the GC7, but I may try and slip in one more build before that. Thanks for viewing!
A Watchful Guardian:
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Andared kept a steady pace throughout his journey, and as the sun began to set on the third day, he saw the barest shape of a tower rising above the mass of trees surrounding it. The design hearkened back to an earlier age of Lenfel architecture, but the tower itself was remarkably well-preserved. The height of the tower was ideal, Andared guessed, because it appeared to just barely reach above the tallest trees, allowing one to see for several miles in any direction; however, it was not so high as to be easily spotted from a distance.
A cool breeze rustled the plants beneath Andared's feet as he walked up to the tower. He hesitated at the threshhold, and softly knocked on the wooden door. It was met with silence.
He raised his hand to knock a second time, but the door swung open before he had the chance. A woman clad in the garb of the Black Dragons stood before him, with her sword drawn.
"You bear the sigil of the Dragons," she said, tapping Andared's pauldron with her sword. "But I don't recognize your face."
"You wouldn't," Andared coolly replied, slowly brushing her still outstretched sword aside. "I only joined the Black Dragons a month ago."
The woman raised her eyebrow disapprovingly, but reluctantly sheathed her sword.
"I assume you are here on business. Or are you just lost?"
"As a matter of fact, I am," Andared replied.
"Lost?"
Andared produced a small rolled up parchment and handed it to the woman, ignoring her cutting insult. "The Council gave me this message to deliver."
"Have you got a name?" she asked, taking the message from his hands and ushering him inside the tower.
"It's Andared," he replied, stepping inside. "And you are?..."
"Elanor," she replied absent-mindedly as she read the letter.
Elanor subconsciously mumbled under her breath as she read through the letter. When she finished, she set it down and spoke almost as much to herself as to Andared.
"It's finally begun."
"What has?"
"The revolution..."
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I was really pleased with how this build came out. I'm not sure its my best work, but definitely in my personal top five. The next installment will most likely come in an entry to the GC7, but I may try and slip in one more build before that. Thanks for viewing!