Post by Sir Caedric Moore on Aug 4, 2014 17:22:15 GMT -8
My entry to the Restricted category of the GCVIII - Garheim in Ashes and Part 2 of my GCVIII story (part one on the way). It's 29x29 studs.
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The morning sun peeked over the mountain tops as a battalion of Queen's Men marched down the winding switchback trail, their breath frosting the air as gravel crunched underfoot. The group had made their way to a small crossing of the White River, a turbulent rapid fed by snowmelt that could not be forded without a bridge.
"Lucky we got one 'ere," thought Selmy, the grizzled dragon knight captain. "I guess them Garhims are good at sumfin' after all."
Suddenly a high-pitched whistle broke the silence, followed by a wet thud as an arrow sprouted from the neck of a dragon knight.
"It's a trap! To arm-" the soldier at the rear cried, his warning cut short as a blade slid across his throat. The captain looked on in awe and disbelief as the hidden assailants seemingly melted out of the nearby rocks and scrubby trees, his small battalion getting smaller by the second.
"I will NEVER submit!" the Captain growled, grinding his teeth as he brandished his sword at the assassins. He could see now that they were a mix of Garhims and Lenfels, each dressed in dun clothing yet still bearing the insignias of their respective houses. "I will never surrender. I won't be taken alive, scum."
"Well that's lucky for you," said Caedric Moore with a smirk. "We weren't planning to."
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C+C Welcome!
Ronin
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The morning sun peeked over the mountain tops as a battalion of Queen's Men marched down the winding switchback trail, their breath frosting the air as gravel crunched underfoot. The group had made their way to a small crossing of the White River, a turbulent rapid fed by snowmelt that could not be forded without a bridge.
"Lucky we got one 'ere," thought Selmy, the grizzled dragon knight captain. "I guess them Garhims are good at sumfin' after all."
Suddenly a high-pitched whistle broke the silence, followed by a wet thud as an arrow sprouted from the neck of a dragon knight.
"It's a trap! To arm-" the soldier at the rear cried, his warning cut short as a blade slid across his throat. The captain looked on in awe and disbelief as the hidden assailants seemingly melted out of the nearby rocks and scrubby trees, his small battalion getting smaller by the second.
"I will NEVER submit!" the Captain growled, grinding his teeth as he brandished his sword at the assassins. He could see now that they were a mix of Garhims and Lenfels, each dressed in dun clothing yet still bearing the insignias of their respective houses. "I will never surrender. I won't be taken alive, scum."
"Well that's lucky for you," said Caedric Moore with a smirk. "We weren't planning to."
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C+C Welcome!
Ronin
