Post by High General Mythrog on Apr 23, 2014 10:03:09 GMT -8
Hey guys, here's my second free build for April. This is the start of a trilogy I'm doing, An Attempted Alliance.
AN ATTEMPTED ALLIANCE: PART ONE
AN INTERRUPTED HUNT
General Mythrog looked down the length of the crossbow impatiently. He had been laying in this position, on this extremely uncomfortable branch, for hours, keeping the crossbow trained on the small patch of Cheese-Blossom flowers, colonizing a branch on the opposite tree. Cheese-Blossom was an endangered species of flower, named after it’s dark-yellow color……and the fact that it tastes like moldy cheese. It’s petals, are poisonous to all but a few creatures.
Mythrog was just about to change his position again, when there was a quiet flapping sound, and the Leafed Peacock landed on the branch, and began to eat the cheese-blossom. Like the cheese-blossom, it was endangered, but for a different reason. It was extremely healthy and delicious to predators such as the Swamp Wyvern, and when cooked properly, to humans and trolls. It lived only in the Sinking Basin. Finally, Mythrog thought, aiming the crossbow. As he looked down it’s length, he smirked. There where many in Roawia, who would try to capture it, rather than kill it, so they could increase its numbers. Mythrog shook his head. I’d rather kill and eat it after all the work it took to get here. And it had taken a lot of work. After hearing from one of his scouts, that a Leafed Peacock was in the area, Mythrog and his to closest companions, Carnox and Endrol, immediately began the hunt. After two fruitless weeks, they had stumbled
across the trail of a Moss-Squirrel, another creature that eats Cheese-Blossom, and they followed the tracks. The night before the tracks had led to the tree with the patch of Cheese-Blossom, Endrol shot the Moss-Squirrel, and they ate well that night. The next morning, they broke camp, and, after finding proper hiding spots, Carnox and Endrol hid, and Mythrog threw a rock into the patch of Cheese-Blossom. The patch of flowers was actually connected by thin roots, and when one flower was disrupted they all would release a noxious smell. Though it chased away most predators, it attracted the Leafed Peacock.
After throwing the rock, Mythrog climbed up a fallen tree trunk, found a strong branch, and hid. Now, after hours of waiting, the Leafed Peacock had finally arrived. Mythrog leveled his crossbow on the birds head and…….. was just about to pull the trigger when, “BRRRAFFFFFEEEEEeee” the call of a extremely annoying horn sounded. The Leafed Peacock froze, turned and flapped away. Mythrog stared at the spot where it had been in growing anger.
“Mythrog? General Mythrog, where are you?” Called out a loud and obnoxious voice. Mythrog turned and looked down to see who had called out. He spotted a Queen’s scout running through the trees. The scout stopped beneath the tree that Mythrog was hiding in, and was about to continue running, when Endrol stepped out from his hiding spot, with a arrow nocked to his bowstring, and pointed it between the scout’s eyes. Carnox stepped out from the bush he had hid behind.
“State your name and business.” he growled in a dangerously low voice.
“My name is Loudre, and I am here because Her Majesty, the great Queen Galainir, would like to make a alliance with General Mythrog.”
Mythrog glanced around, to make sure that it was not a assassination attempt, jumped out of his hiding spot, and slid down the fallen log.
“You will address me as High General Mythrog, and how dare you come walking out here blasting on that horn, scaring away my prey! ”
“Uh sorry,” Loudre quickly regained his composure, “what prey? I didn’t see anything.”
“Just because you didn’t see anything doesn’t mean that there wasn’t something there.” Mythrog said coldly.
Loudre cleared his throat. “Could you please have your troll remove his arrow from between my eyes?”
Mythrog nodded, reluctantly, to Endrol who lowered his bow, but kept the arrow nocked.
“How did you find us?” He asked.
“I ran into a fortune-teller who is a supporter of the Queen, and she told me that you were out here hunting some kind of rare creature. Did you get it?”
“What did you think you scared away?!” Mythrog replied shocked at Loudre’s stupidity.
“Uhh sorry, the great Queen Galai—” Loudre begin again,
“I heard. Tell me more about this so-called alliance the queen wishes to make.”
“Well, the great Queen Galainir has sent a small squad, led by Sir Flork. You are to meet with them at the ruins of Fort Stinking Tree three days from now to discuss the alliance. Oh and you can’t bring more than two men with you.” said Loudre.
“It’s Sinking Tree, you moron. Give us a moment to talk about it.” He watched Loudre take several steps back, than turned around to his companions. “Well do you think we should go?”
“It could be a trap” Carnox advised.
“I know, I don’t trust Galainir, but I want to hear what her men have to say, and we can always set up a ambush.” Mythrog replied.
“Its your choice Mythrog.” Endrol said.
Mythrog thought for a moment, “here’s what were going to do. Carnox and I are going to the nearest outpost. Endrol, you are going to go find that fortune-teller, kill that traitor, take any money you find, but nothing else, burn her hut to the ground, make sure her dead body is in it, and put a troll flag in the ashes. I want anyone who finds it to know who did it. After that, meet me, and Carnox at the outpost, than the three of us, and loud-mouth here, will go to Fort Sinking Tree. A small squad of Blood Legion will go with us, on the lie that their going somewhere else. Their going to take a short-cut, and get there before the queen’s soldiers do, and hide. That way we have back-up. Do not be surprised if I decide to kill the soldiers, and declare war with Galainir.”
“I’d rather it that way. It sounds like a plan.” Carnox replied.
Endrol nodded, “I agree with Carnox.”
Mythrog nodded, and called Loudre back over.
“I agree with your terms. Carnox and I will go to Fort Sinking Tree, and discuss an alliance with Sir Flork. Hopefully we will part as friends.” he lied.
Loudre smiled “Tha….” he never got to finish his sentence, as Mythrog lunged forward, and grabbed a fist-full of the scout’s armer-studded shirt, lifting him off his feet, one handed.
“But if this is an ambush you will not live long enough to see it fail.”
He dropped Loudre on the ground, and stepped back. Loudre jumped to his feet and was about to say something, when Endrol suddenly stepped between and held up his hand.
“Its back.” He whispered.
Mythrog did not need to ask to know what ‘it’ was. He slowly turned around and looked up at the patch of Cheese-Blossom. His assumption proved correct, as the Leafed Peacock had come back to the Cheese-Blossom.
He slowly raised his crossbow, and realized that he could not take the shot from his current position. The angle was all wrong, and he wanted a head shot so’s not to damage the meat and feathers, the former because he wanted it, the latter because he could fetch a good price for them. He waved Endrol over and silently whispered, “I can’t get the shot with my crossbow, you’re going to have to take it with your bow.” Endrol nodded, and silently stepped away, pulled back his bowstring, and was about to fire, when Loudre loudly called out from behind them,
“where is it? I can’t see anything, COME OUT WHAT-EVER-YOU-ARE!”
The Leafed Peacock froze and silently flapped away, and this time, Mythrog knew it was not coming back. A shocked silence descended, as all three trolls stared at the spot were it had been, longingly. Then, as one, they turned and glared at Loudre, who was completely oblivious. “Wow I feel like a great bird-watcher, seeing such a beautiful creat….” he never got to finish, as Mythrog drove his fist into the unsuspecting gut, hard enough to send him flying several feet.
“HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ME OUT OF MY PREY…..TWICE!!!!” he bellowed, loud enough to scare away every bird for hundreds of yards.
Mythrog took several deep breaths, hauled the still wheezing Loudre to his feet, and growled, “Come on, we have a meeting to keep.”
Link to the MOC on FLICKR
AN ATTEMPTED ALLIANCE: PART ONE
AN INTERRUPTED HUNT
General Mythrog looked down the length of the crossbow impatiently. He had been laying in this position, on this extremely uncomfortable branch, for hours, keeping the crossbow trained on the small patch of Cheese-Blossom flowers, colonizing a branch on the opposite tree. Cheese-Blossom was an endangered species of flower, named after it’s dark-yellow color……and the fact that it tastes like moldy cheese. It’s petals, are poisonous to all but a few creatures.
Mythrog was just about to change his position again, when there was a quiet flapping sound, and the Leafed Peacock landed on the branch, and began to eat the cheese-blossom. Like the cheese-blossom, it was endangered, but for a different reason. It was extremely healthy and delicious to predators such as the Swamp Wyvern, and when cooked properly, to humans and trolls. It lived only in the Sinking Basin. Finally, Mythrog thought, aiming the crossbow. As he looked down it’s length, he smirked. There where many in Roawia, who would try to capture it, rather than kill it, so they could increase its numbers. Mythrog shook his head. I’d rather kill and eat it after all the work it took to get here. And it had taken a lot of work. After hearing from one of his scouts, that a Leafed Peacock was in the area, Mythrog and his to closest companions, Carnox and Endrol, immediately began the hunt. After two fruitless weeks, they had stumbled
across the trail of a Moss-Squirrel, another creature that eats Cheese-Blossom, and they followed the tracks. The night before the tracks had led to the tree with the patch of Cheese-Blossom, Endrol shot the Moss-Squirrel, and they ate well that night. The next morning, they broke camp, and, after finding proper hiding spots, Carnox and Endrol hid, and Mythrog threw a rock into the patch of Cheese-Blossom. The patch of flowers was actually connected by thin roots, and when one flower was disrupted they all would release a noxious smell. Though it chased away most predators, it attracted the Leafed Peacock.
After throwing the rock, Mythrog climbed up a fallen tree trunk, found a strong branch, and hid. Now, after hours of waiting, the Leafed Peacock had finally arrived. Mythrog leveled his crossbow on the birds head and…….. was just about to pull the trigger when, “BRRRAFFFFFEEEEEeee” the call of a extremely annoying horn sounded. The Leafed Peacock froze, turned and flapped away. Mythrog stared at the spot where it had been in growing anger.
“Mythrog? General Mythrog, where are you?” Called out a loud and obnoxious voice. Mythrog turned and looked down to see who had called out. He spotted a Queen’s scout running through the trees. The scout stopped beneath the tree that Mythrog was hiding in, and was about to continue running, when Endrol stepped out from his hiding spot, with a arrow nocked to his bowstring, and pointed it between the scout’s eyes. Carnox stepped out from the bush he had hid behind.
“State your name and business.” he growled in a dangerously low voice.
“My name is Loudre, and I am here because Her Majesty, the great Queen Galainir, would like to make a alliance with General Mythrog.”
Mythrog glanced around, to make sure that it was not a assassination attempt, jumped out of his hiding spot, and slid down the fallen log.
“You will address me as High General Mythrog, and how dare you come walking out here blasting on that horn, scaring away my prey! ”
“Uh sorry,” Loudre quickly regained his composure, “what prey? I didn’t see anything.”
“Just because you didn’t see anything doesn’t mean that there wasn’t something there.” Mythrog said coldly.
Loudre cleared his throat. “Could you please have your troll remove his arrow from between my eyes?”
Mythrog nodded, reluctantly, to Endrol who lowered his bow, but kept the arrow nocked.
“How did you find us?” He asked.
“I ran into a fortune-teller who is a supporter of the Queen, and she told me that you were out here hunting some kind of rare creature. Did you get it?”
“What did you think you scared away?!” Mythrog replied shocked at Loudre’s stupidity.
“Uhh sorry, the great Queen Galai—” Loudre begin again,
“I heard. Tell me more about this so-called alliance the queen wishes to make.”
“Well, the great Queen Galainir has sent a small squad, led by Sir Flork. You are to meet with them at the ruins of Fort Stinking Tree three days from now to discuss the alliance. Oh and you can’t bring more than two men with you.” said Loudre.
“It’s Sinking Tree, you moron. Give us a moment to talk about it.” He watched Loudre take several steps back, than turned around to his companions. “Well do you think we should go?”
“It could be a trap” Carnox advised.
“I know, I don’t trust Galainir, but I want to hear what her men have to say, and we can always set up a ambush.” Mythrog replied.
“Its your choice Mythrog.” Endrol said.
Mythrog thought for a moment, “here’s what were going to do. Carnox and I are going to the nearest outpost. Endrol, you are going to go find that fortune-teller, kill that traitor, take any money you find, but nothing else, burn her hut to the ground, make sure her dead body is in it, and put a troll flag in the ashes. I want anyone who finds it to know who did it. After that, meet me, and Carnox at the outpost, than the three of us, and loud-mouth here, will go to Fort Sinking Tree. A small squad of Blood Legion will go with us, on the lie that their going somewhere else. Their going to take a short-cut, and get there before the queen’s soldiers do, and hide. That way we have back-up. Do not be surprised if I decide to kill the soldiers, and declare war with Galainir.”
“I’d rather it that way. It sounds like a plan.” Carnox replied.
Endrol nodded, “I agree with Carnox.”
Mythrog nodded, and called Loudre back over.
“I agree with your terms. Carnox and I will go to Fort Sinking Tree, and discuss an alliance with Sir Flork. Hopefully we will part as friends.” he lied.
Loudre smiled “Tha….” he never got to finish his sentence, as Mythrog lunged forward, and grabbed a fist-full of the scout’s armer-studded shirt, lifting him off his feet, one handed.
“But if this is an ambush you will not live long enough to see it fail.”
He dropped Loudre on the ground, and stepped back. Loudre jumped to his feet and was about to say something, when Endrol suddenly stepped between and held up his hand.
“Its back.” He whispered.
Mythrog did not need to ask to know what ‘it’ was. He slowly turned around and looked up at the patch of Cheese-Blossom. His assumption proved correct, as the Leafed Peacock had come back to the Cheese-Blossom.
He slowly raised his crossbow, and realized that he could not take the shot from his current position. The angle was all wrong, and he wanted a head shot so’s not to damage the meat and feathers, the former because he wanted it, the latter because he could fetch a good price for them. He waved Endrol over and silently whispered, “I can’t get the shot with my crossbow, you’re going to have to take it with your bow.” Endrol nodded, and silently stepped away, pulled back his bowstring, and was about to fire, when Loudre loudly called out from behind them,
“where is it? I can’t see anything, COME OUT WHAT-EVER-YOU-ARE!”
The Leafed Peacock froze and silently flapped away, and this time, Mythrog knew it was not coming back. A shocked silence descended, as all three trolls stared at the spot were it had been, longingly. Then, as one, they turned and glared at Loudre, who was completely oblivious. “Wow I feel like a great bird-watcher, seeing such a beautiful creat….” he never got to finish, as Mythrog drove his fist into the unsuspecting gut, hard enough to send him flying several feet.
“HOW DARE YOU CHEAT ME OUT OF MY PREY…..TWICE!!!!” he bellowed, loud enough to scare away every bird for hundreds of yards.
Mythrog took several deep breaths, hauled the still wheezing Loudre to his feet, and growled, “Come on, we have a meeting to keep.”
Link to the MOC on FLICKR
I had to order a lot for this, and some upcoming MOCs. 
