Post by SpearralSquid on Jun 22, 2014 10:01:34 GMT -8
The Flames Of Cruelty
Story:
- The Flames of Cruelty -
As you can see, I have finally figured out how to give my photos white backgrounds with GIMP! Hooray! BIG thanks to my good friend Ieuan for showing how to do it. Now I know I didn't do the best job, but this is my first time. Also, this is my last MOC before I move back to the US. My creations will greatly improve when that happens next week, but I will be busy for a while and thus unable to build many MOCs. However, expect awesome things! Please read the story, I believe it's one of my best:
"No! We must pursue! I have to track down this assassin! There could be more, this is a serious threat!" Sir Ian Ferguson slammed his fist down on the wooden table he discussing at. He winced and wrung his bandaged arm. "See!" Cried Kvasald, leader of Dunharris. "Your arm is broken! Ye can 'no hold a shield, ye'll be chopped to pieces!"
"Listen, Kvasald." Sir Ian sighed. "That assassin could be back for my head. Or yours!" he jabbed Kvasald in the chest with his thumb. "Besides, I'll have my men with me. Bjorn's quite good with 'is axe. Lives up to 'is name, "Bear".
Kvasald looked defeated. "Ye're a reckless man, Ferguson. An' a wanted one, too. Very well. Ye're the knight, do what ye wish, and if ye lose yer head, ye lose yer head."
"Thank yeh." Sir Ian grinned. "I swear this dirty cutthroat will not get away. One of my men, Sven, is an excellent tracker. We'll 'a be on his trail soon."
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Sergeant Claudius Grimdure of High Queen Galainir's army watched in grim satisfaction as the hapless farmer's house sprung up in flames. A few farmhands had been slain, and the blood stain and spattered the snow-coated ground. The farmer and his family, however, had been allowed to flee for their lives. Better to leave some to spread the tales, Grimdure thought. After the Roawian phyrric victory of reclaiming the province leaders, the army of the Queen had been ordered to push into Garheim and burn, pillage, frighten, and discourage the people of Garheim in any way possible. The province of Garheim had been chosen for some reasons, one being that it was closest to Lionshead isle. They had to quash any further rebellion, or the conquest of Roawia would be over. Suddenly a sharp cry drew him back to the present. One of his men stumbled backwards, skewered by an arrow. A man with a bow had appeared around the side of the farmhouse. Another of Grimdure's soldiers glanced in his direction, about to ask for orders, when an arm was thrown around the man's chest and a knife was drawn across his throat. A fiendishly grinning young man wearing a fur hat and a Lenfel tunic sheathed the bloody knife and drew a shortsword. Grimdure thought he looked familiar, then he remembered. "HAWKENS!!" He roared. "You foul cutthroat, I knew you were rotten to the core from the start!!"
Luke Hawkens grinned again. " 'Twas an honor servin' ye, sarge Grimdure! I'm afraid I've mutineered to Sir Ferguson 'ere's side." Hawkens gestured as another man appeared around the side of the house, which was now caving in front he intense flames. He was tall, blond, and was armored in a leather tunic and iron helm. He was carrying a large sword and had a disfigured nose. He also looked fairly young. "I'll gut ye both!!" Claudius screamed, and slashed at Hawkens' head. The Lenfel ducked and grabbed Sergeant Grimdure's arm as he prepared for another swing. But the Sergeant's other hand balled into a fist and made contact with the side of Hawkens' head. He reeled back, but while Grimdure raised his sword once more to relieve Hawkens of his head, Sir Ian charged and jumped through the air, kicking forward and sending the wicked soldier sprawling. Grimdure rose to fight once more, but doubled over in pain. Luke Hawkens mercilessly strode forward and said and a quiet voice, "As I said, Sarge, it was an honor servin' under ye." then brought his sword down.
Hope you enjoyed that! I wanted to explore Hawkens a bit more, as I think he's an interesting character than I want to flesh out. In this story I wanted to expose that fact that although he saved Sir Ian's life he is in fact a shady character with a checkered past, which will be covered in an upcoming build, and is not afraid to be a cold cutthroat. Excellent contrast to the younger, slightly more naive Sir Ian.
This MOC is an entry to Garheim's LC19 Desperation And Destruction in the Lands of Roawia RPG.
