jman44
Guild Masters
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Post by jman44 on Nov 8, 2014 16:33:28 GMT -8
Hey AK_Brickster and jman44, do the studs on the banner necessarily have to be studs? Could they, say, be 1x1 square plates, or cheese slopes? Im not exactly sure, but I would have to say that it would probably be better to use the studs so it's a universal symbol across all entries for all players. Gotta keep some consistencies right? But if Im wrong Jordan then please correct me.
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SpearralSquid
Garheim
Green is not a creative color.
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Post by SpearralSquid on Nov 8, 2014 17:41:44 GMT -8
I would like to use studs, but I have scoured my collection and can only find one blue stud. Maybe I can borrowing one from a friend.
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AK_Brickster
Innkeeper
Scouting the Lenfel Border
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Post by AK_Brickster on Nov 9, 2014 12:42:30 GMT -8
That would be ok. Try to use studs whenever possible though.
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SpearralSquid
Garheim
Green is not a creative color.
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Post by SpearralSquid on Nov 9, 2014 12:55:33 GMT -8
I was able to borrow one from a friend, so I'm all good.
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SpearralSquid
Garheim
Green is not a creative color.
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Post by SpearralSquid on Nov 9, 2014 18:34:55 GMT -8
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AK_Brickster
Innkeeper
Scouting the Lenfel Border
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Post by AK_Brickster on Nov 10, 2014 13:40:50 GMT -8
Nice job! I think the black "water" makes it kind of difficult to differentiate the monster from the water, but overall I really like the idea and execution.
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SpearralSquid
Garheim
Green is not a creative color.
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Post by SpearralSquid on Nov 12, 2014 7:12:31 GMT -8
Hero's J3: "Your hero discovering a hidden treasure". This earns me the rank of Journeyman. EDIT: Replaced with a larger MOC as per the suggestion of AK_Brickster
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Post by Becheman on Nov 26, 2014 6:17:58 GMT -8
Forgot to post this here too! Entry for Heroes Guild J1 and CCCXII (Large Misc) - Trial by fire:...The enemy agent was quick, but Sithric was quicker, his arrow thumping into the agent's chest as he showed himself. Immediately, the forest came alive with shadowy warriors, clad in black and steel. Sithric ran.
The old watchtower loomed above him. Blinking sweat from his eyes, he sprinted past the entrance markers as the first agent reached him. He parried a lightning-fast dagger strike with his sword, his backswing opening the agent's throat. Warriors seemed to fade out of nothingness around him as he ran up the few steps to the door, his sword flicking left and right slicing arteries as he fled.
The door was locked. Turning, a bare-headed warrior flew at him, dagger cutting wildly. Sithric barely had time to defend himself, knocking the dagger aside with a fierce strike whilst jabbing with his left. His opponent flinched as his nose was crushed, seconds before Sithric's longsword tore a hole through his midriff. He had hardly hit the ground before Sithric was bounding up a ladder to the tower's roof. Another agent, clad in dark fabric, leaped out of the trees ahead of him but quickly had his dagger reversed into his unprotected shoulder. Sithric took the steps two at a time, aware of a greater menace clawing at his heels.
A rickety siege engine sat atop the tower, heavily rusted with age. A bolt sat in the groove, still primed. Its last owners must have left in a hurry. Sithric jumped with all his remaining might, reaching for the trigger. His armoured weight jarred the engine free of its stand, wrenching it round just as his pursuer reached the top of the steps.
Sithric pulled the trigger. The engine's ancient arms released slackly, time having sapped much of their strength. But it was enough. The rusted, pock-marked bolt shot out, embedding itself in the unaware warrior in a shower of brain and blood, sending the body tumbling like a ragdoll. Sithric rolled onto the wooden boards, at the point of collapse. The warrior's sword lay in front of him, its tip caught in the engine's cables. The sun, which Sithric notice for the first time, shone enticingly from its intricate blade. The hilt was clad in supple leather, lovingly laced with silk thread. Sithric reached and took his prize.
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SpearralSquid
Garheim
Green is not a creative color.
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Post by SpearralSquid on Dec 1, 2014 15:12:21 GMT -8
Hero's M1: "Your hero presenting the treasure(whoops, forgot this part in the build) and the slain beast to the king"(In this case the town Jarl, as Eindrik was assumed to be deceased when I made this. AK said that was fine.)
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Post by Erathor Pridenar on Dec 2, 2014 10:19:41 GMT -8
Summons at DawnMy Heroes Guild A1 entry LoR/CCCXII - Summons at Dawn by ~Erathor Pridenar~, on Flickr Story: The scroll had only arrived the night before, bearing the royal seal and carried by a swift raven. Eleanor had been quick to speak her mind concerning the contents of the letter. “Erathor, you must take this chance!” She pointed down at the ornate lettering. “You could become Hand of the Prince. Just imagine!” Erathor sighed, debating the matter in his mind. He knew that, if he was to go for the position, he would have to leave the next day for Dalmunatha. Travelling around the country was beginning to get tiresome. “I don’t know. I really don’t. Leaving tomorrow would mean another few weeks on the road, and I’d much rather be here.” He smiled at his wife. “This is a great opportunity, though, and it could serve our House well. I will take it, or at least try to, for the realm and for Sarenhold.” Eleanor’s face lit up when she smiled, Erathor mused, as she embraced him. “I knew you wouldn’t let it pass. After all, what better way to impose your views on the Prince?” Erathor laughed suddenly. “I wouldn’t put it quite that strongly! Loreos is a great land, truly, but it still has its weaknesses. Thankfully they can be dealt with, and I can help that process. The Council of Loreos can help it, provided the right people are chosen.”
The morning dawned bright and clear with a certain autumnal crispness in the air. Dressed in a coat of mail and draped in his scarlet cloak, Erathor headed towards his private chambers, the one place where he and his wife could be alone and undisturbed, away from the business of castle life. Eleanor was waiting for him. “Would you help me with my armour?” Erathor stood tall as plates were buckled at the waist, Eleanor’s slender fingers deftly working the leather straps. Just as she made to remove the breastplate from its stand there came a firm knock on the oaken door. Sir Bryke, captain of the Lion-Born and perhaps Erathor’s most trusted fighter, entered the room. “The men are ready, my lord, as is your horse,” he said with a bow, nodding at Lady Eleanor. “We should depart soon.” “We will. Lead the men out of the gates – I will be with you shortly.” Bryke bowed again and turned, closing the door as he left. “I won’t be any longer than I need to be, I promise you that,” Erathor said to his wife. “Then I will see you soon.” She handed him his helmet and kissed him, before he made his way towards the gates of the city.
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Post by Sir Caedric Moore on Dec 3, 2014 21:34:50 GMT -8
My Journeyman 1 entry for the Assassins' Guild - "Your character being trained in the was of the assassin" -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-A Lofty Goal-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- "So the Lenfel says, 'that's not my frog - I'm just holding it for a friend!'" "Pretty funny, Loreesi," I thought, shifting my weight on the rafter ever so slightly, "but you had better watch who you're flirting with." The little tavern was always busy - it's close proximity to the northern gate of the city made it a hotspot for town guards and villagers alike - but The Stump had more occupants than usual. I welcomed the crowd; they had allowed me to slip into the tavern unnoticed. With a little luck and a well-thrown mug of ale, the small diversion was all I needed to turn the crowd's gaze as I quickly climbed the rough stone walls and leaped to the rafters. They would chalk it up to another drunkard who'd had one too many and think nothing of it - such a thing was commonplace in Garheim. As proficient as I was at stealth in the wild, an assassin must take out many targets in well-populated areas - often in plain sight - and Amura felt I could use some training tailing some of the more paranoid citizens of Orevale. And so I had followed Stumpy, as I had taken to calling the poor wretch, through the streets and markets all day, dodging guard patrols and horse carts, weaving through the crowd and as often as not stalking from the rooftops. There wasn't anything special about this man - just another veteran of the war with the Queen who had lost a few "parts", if you will - but I found a morbid curiosity in the man's demeanor when I spotted him this morning and I thought this mark as good as any. "This next song goes out to our beloved Jarl," the barkeep Torvald announced to raucous applause and many shouts of "LONG LIVE THE JARL!" before piping out a tune on his wooden flute. Moved by the mellifluous tune, an elven maiden who had come from Elk Forest rose from her seat by the fire and began dancing a jig. A few denizens clapped along and sang bawdy verses and at the height of the second chorus, a town guard who was well into his cups laughed so hard that he fell backwards from his stool before spewing forth his last mug. The Loreesi envoy paid the spectacle no mind and continued to hit on the lovely bar-maiden Erin with a swagger that only a Southern noble could muster. Stumpy, however, had had enough, it seemed, as he slammed a few gold pieces on the bar and got up from his stool, sidestepping the still-laughing vomit-covered guard before hobbling on his peg leg towards the door. I laughed softly to myself as I shifted my attention to the pair of guards at the far end of the bar. "Yes, Captain Parson," the eager cadet said, extending his hand to take the wanted poster from the older guard. "And see to it that he's apprehended alive." "Yes, Sir. You can count on me." "Hmm," I thought as I prepared to toss a bottle of wine I had snagged and cause another diversion. "I guess I found my next target." -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- Comments and criticism welcome! Ronin
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Post by Mark of Siloam on Dec 7, 2014 18:38:20 GMT -8
Mason's Guild A1_Surveying Mason's Guild A1_Surveying by Mark of Siloam, on Flickr
Still in southern Garheim, Mark journeyed east. Galainir and Maldrake had been overthrown. Roawia was finally enjoying a state of peace after months of brutal war.
As Mark headed along the quiet country, the effects of war were still apparent. Farmhouses were being rebuilt. This was a priority for the locals, and very worthwhile. The soldiers, on the other hand, were being employed constructing new watchtowers and other similar structures.
Mark turned aside and questioned Lumen as to his duties when they reached their destination.
“I would like you to help with the surveying, first off. Have you surveyed before?” Lumen responded.
“A little bit, I would like to learn though.”
“Good. We’ll be there in about two hours.”
The two friends talked the rest of the way to the site, getting caught up on each other’s adventures in war.
At the site, the surveying tools were unloaded from the small caravan and the job was soon underway. “Lower…lower…lower…yes! Right there!” Mark called over to Lumen.
“6.9 ft.” Lumen muttered. “Alright, now the next one!” Lumen called over to Mark, who moved the level to be lined up with the other stake.
Lumen placed his hand on the second vertical stake and looked to Mark.
“Just a little bit lower…to far, go back up…yes!” Mark sighted along the level and called to Lumen who moved his hand up and down on the stake as commanded.
“6.5 ft.” Lumen looked down and jotted down the next number. He motioned Mark to come over to see what was going on.
“See, the stakes are 7 ft. tall each and the chain keeps them ten feet apart. When you used the level, it didn’t really matter how high it was, just so it would line up somewhere on each stake. The first one was 6.9 ft. and the second one was 6.5 ft. that makes the vertical difference in elevation .4 ft. in 10 ft. horizontal. That makes the slope here 4%”
“Wow, that’s really clever.” Mark complimented Lumen as they moved to the next location.
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Schmidt
Adventurer
Lord of the Bargain
All for one, one for all, every man for himself!
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Post by Schmidt on Dec 9, 2014 17:42:42 GMT -8
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Post by Mark of Siloam on Dec 15, 2014 17:55:45 GMT -8
Mason's Guild A2_Construction
Mason's Guild A2_construction by Mark of Siloam, on Flickr
The construction of the wall had begun. One crew was hard at work digging several meters down for the footings to be placed in. Then the masons began to build the wall farther from the ground. Some of the spoil dug out of the ground was mixed with other rock pieces from the quarry and filled back in between the walls.
The crane was in place now, making progress on the wall much faster and easier. The operators were in good spirits, having been freed from their job of pushing/shoving/dragging the stones up the scaffolding, and were singing as they walked around in circles to hoist another heavy load of filler rock and another passenger.
"Thank's for the lift, fellas!" Mark teased as he hopped off the barrel with a shovel in hand, ready to set to work.
"Did...did we give him a ride up?" one of the men inside of the crane wondered aloud as he turned to see Mark now at the top of the wall, smiling to himself.
"I gues' so, Lumen.' the oldest one answered. 'I didn' even notice the extra weight."
The crane was swung around by workers on the top of the wall and the bucket emptied out. The stones and broken bricks tumbled down the slope and came clattering to a hault.
"Sen' up a load of stones nex' time!" someone called from the top of the wall.
"...and send a mason or two along for the ride!" Mark added, smiling to Lumen in the crane.
Lumen just gave a half smile, shook his head at Mark, and started walking the other way to lower the barrel back to the ground to be replaced with a load of stone...and a mason for the ride! _____________________________________________________________________________
Hear ye! Hear ye! When I show the completed structure, should it be a different part of the wall; meaning a new build? Or am I supposed to take off the crane and finish the wall that I have started?
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AK_Brickster
Innkeeper
Scouting the Lenfel Border
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Post by AK_Brickster on Dec 16, 2014 20:09:01 GMT -8
Your final build should incorporate at least part of this one. You could just do the wall, or you could be more ambitious and expand it to include a gatehouse or corner fortification or something like that.
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