Amazing MOCs here josdu, especially love the dragon MOC, very creative . I really like the format of how you've kept all you LoR MOCs in a single thread so the story of the characters is easy to read through.
I was maybe thinking of doing the same style of thread for my own LoR character MOCs and was wondering if from you'd recommend it after using it for your character from the beginning?
Thanks man! Well... kinda, I like it to keep track of everything, but sadly I get a lot less comments then I otherwise would.
Cool, thanks for the advice Josdu, I'll probably keep to the single thread per creation format atm and have a think about using the single thread potentially in the future.
After visiting the Hunter Keeler quickly turned his face toward far away Lenfald to gather more news. So many rumors had been floating about, he had no idea what was really up. When he reached Lenfald he came across an old keep and there he decided to stay the night. After he had been sleeping some while he awoke with a start. Did he hear voices? It was strange for the neighbors to have guests this late at night, he decided to check things out. Quietly leaving the keep he walked across the road towards the house from whence the voices issued. He noticed the guards on the castle wall looking at him strangely, but he deviated his attention as a horseman traveled by. Keeler slipped behind a cart and put his ear to the open window…
Thank you man! Hope you like this part: -------------------------------------------------------------------------- However Keeler could hear very little of what was said. So, when the conspirators slowly filed out he grabbed a suspicious looking fellow. "You look a likely fellow for a midnight birthday party," he mocked, then continued more seriously, "promise you'll meet me on the summit of closer of the Sister Peaks in three moons. My dagger can find it's way to you if you fail…" The man promised coolly enough, then Keeler shoved him into the path, "Don't forget my knife!" --------------------- At the appointed time the two met on the peak, "Hah, sharp!" Keeler began suggestively, "enough though, you’re here, tell me all you know, I'll pay you well too," he showed some gold coins. "There are many ways to men's hearts, eh?" So the man told him all he knew, and with this valuable information Keeler turned his back on the mountain. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry about the lame story, I'm busy with my SHIP . My res for the GC!
Keeler soon got a few stores which he gathered into a tower by the coast. He had struck a deal with the owner, a little money hurting none. After that he went to make other preparations for whatever the rumors turned out to be.
Now we venture into a dark storm, where we shall once more find Navarre. The lightning's blinding flash pierces the heavy clouds as we come upon a small raft whose occupants cling to it for dear life. Suddenly a larger then normal wave darkened one spot even more.
"It's all up now," Ralincler muttered to himself and shut his eyes, for in the blasting, tossing, water it was impossible to converse. However he soon found out that it was not all over as the craft rose with the waves and rushed onwards to it's invisible doom. Fortunately, being a rough raft, their bark could not be swamped or all would have ended long ago.
"I wish the clouds would lift for one second, we could at least know if we are close to land," Navarre began, "We maybe nearing the Island of Lost Souls."
"We'd better hope not, I'd rather drown out here then be cast on such an Island," Ralincler replied though neither could hear much of what the other said, "If only half the thing be true that are said about that place it'd be better to end ourselves right now, and if we did approach it, what's the use? We are without food, with but few arms, a good chance of drowning or getting killed by the surf, and no way to get off it again for love or money!"
"While there is life, there is hope," Navarre answered coolly, but his words were lost to the wind.
Of a sudden the third man, named Gantric, yelled, "Land! We may be saved yet!"
"Ah, fool, saved from the water that is," Ralincler growled back, "and likely not even that, who can survive in such breakers?"
But they had no time to talk for the shoreline was getting nearer each second. As the rode on another crashing wave which would throw them on the beach Ralincler beckoned them to follow him and, after throwing off his heavy armor, dived off into the surf. Navarre followed in a blink else he would have assuredly lost him in the blinding spray and towering waves which met him the instant he touched the water.
The third man, however was not so fortunate, for as he leapt in after them the raft cleft asunder on some coral and a spar sent him spinning in the wrong direction.
Navarre meanwhile plunged through the waves and soon noticed his guide's goal; the mouth of a comparatively peaceful river which flowed out into the raging sea. The sight gave him the new strength he direly needed and he dove ahead.
Nevertheless he felt his strength beginning to be spent while the sea threw him about violently. With a superhuman effort and a battle cry cut short by the sea he passed a looming wall of water and finally reached the comparative safety of the river. Here Ralincler pulled him onto it's bank where Navarre collapsed.
"I'll go see if I can help Gantric," Ralincler told him. "He won't need me unless I'm wrong though," he continued and turning, made for the beach again.
While Ralincler was gone Navarre recovered and stood up to observe his surroundings. The sight was not a pleasant outlook. Immediately before were some dark trees casting darker shadows still, and behind, lost in the forest save for it's glowing eyes, a black cave set in the mouth a grinning skull. He shuddered and turned to find his comrade.
"Well, a sad end to a good captain and better comrade," Ralincler commenced on his return, "but at least there's one less mouth to feed. He was dashed upon the rocks with enough force to have killed behemoth!"
"Well, though I wouldn't mind his help we must think quick if we wish to not end in a similar fashion. Have you brought any weapons? Unfortunately I have only my knife and ax which are in my belt."
"There I have the advantage of you, I brought my sword and a short javelin. But hurry," he cut short the conversation, "if we do we may find a bale of food which would hardly harm us."
Nothing, however, could be found on the beach and though the saw a barrel tossing in the eddy between the river and the sea it was much to far out to access. And so they were marooned alone on the Island of Lost Souls whose very soil they would begin to hate before they left its fearful shores…
The blazing sun slowly descended behind the rocky cliffs which marked the horizon. Its red hot circle matched the burning lava which spewed and burst in all directions. Only a small path of searing grey rocks led through the boiling lava, and around the edge of the cliffs. On this path lay a man in ragged cloths, torn from being dragged along the path for so long. He scarcely moved for at least a minute but then he raised his head and listened intently.
A moaning sound could be heard, coming from the other side of the cliffs. The man drew a sword and hoisted himself up while leaning on it, revealing himself to be William Navarre – not that any was there to have it revealed to. None that could be perceived at least.
Navarre stood for a second, apparently listening to the noise, but in reality thinking of all that had occurred since he had been landed on the Island of Lost Souls.
First, he had lost one of his faithful captains in landing. Then, despite his desire to stay near the coast (in a vain hope that a foolish ship would pass near enough to be hailed) he had been forced inland, for his one companion, Ralincler, had disappeared and Navarre traced his footsteps into the depths of a black tree forest. Navarre considered that being alone on the island would make survival even more unlikely, so at all costs he began to track down his companion. From thence all had gone wrong. After fighting multiple beasts and escaping many traps (from quicksand to pits haunted by deadly serpents) he had been dragged, quite unconscious, by a mad creature to the very gate of the underworlds (Navarre, however, was unaware of where he was). Here the creature left him on the same path he was now on, with deadly and already scorching lava on either side and half a dozen beasts guarding the way he had come from.
When he had regained consciousness he had dragged himself as far as he could, being able to stand only with great difficulty, especially as the heat was worse that way. Occasionally he would faint from his wounds and the heat, but now that the sun was down he was standing, listening to a strange humming sound while being well-nigh burnt to death as well as being extremely thirsty. But he had only one choice; to continue pressing forward in the hopes that he would reach somewhere, at least, where he could rest from the heat.
So Navarre torturously made his way round the bend in the rocky cliffs, carefully keeping his eyes glued to the winding path, for a false step meant a painful death. Suddenly he heard the whistling noise cease and he jolted up so quickly that he nearly lost his balance. What he saw scarcely helped him regain it.
A tremendous stone skull opened before him, a black cage on one side of it, and a lava fall on the other, while guarding the path directly before it stood a man in a dark red garb with a cape which flowed in a newly sprung up stinging breeze. His brown hair and cloth mask covered most of his face and in his hand he held a staff with a yellow gem mounted on the top.
“William Navarre, ‘tis time you find out what it is to be returned tenfold! If your father made me go through infinite pains to regain a body, I will make you go through the very underworlds in order to permanently complete this! All this time have I waited, I have been controlling all around you these last months, think not to escape me now! But all I need is you to pass into the worlds below for my body to be mine forever, and that will happen here.” The man gestured round. “Don’t you know that you have approached the very end of this world? Here, in the center of The Island of Lost Souls, Roawia ceases and the underlands begin, so here you cease and I begin!”
“Who are you?” Navarre asked, but to answer his own question he closed his eyes and remembered: once, a few years since, he had heard this voice on the queen’s island. This he remembered distinctly, but letting his mind reach back still further, till his very youth, he thought he discerned it again.
“You shall pay for this, Neavile Navarre,” the voice seemed to scream, “you shall never forget it!” And then it vanished and ceased, in more ways than one.
Navarre opened his eyes again, all this having flashed quickly through his mind. Using all his remaining strength he plunge his sword into the path and held for his life, “You shall find it harder than you think – I shall not move.”
The man laughed in scorn and brought his staff upon the ground with a cry, “Ideu da stiven!”
The whole place seemed to whirl round and round at this and a fierce wind struck Navarre, raising him completely in the air while he held his sword tightly till his whole strength barely availed to keep him from flying off.
“Si de lau!” cried his antagonist, and the lava flew circling into the air behind Navarre.
“I shall return, Argyll!” Navarre said, and he slipped his hands down to his belt. It grasped firmly on what he desired and with a gasp he pulled forth a short knife.
“I am no longer Argyll,” returned the man, his eyes narrowing as he raised the staff.
“You will not forget me!” Navarre jerked his hand backwards with the knife and in a second it flew straight at the other man’s staff. But at the same time Navarre lost his hold on his sword and with a cry he disappeared into the seething lava.
“Seal,” growled the other but that instant Navarre’s knife reached his staff and the gem within it shattered into splinters. The man glanced up at it in horror. “Seal the portal!” he cried. But his power was broken with the gem and seal the entrance to the underworld it would not. Still, this meant very little, for never even the fiercest and bravest were known to have escaped even with the portal open…