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Mark of Falworth

(LCC) The End...

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Mark of Falworth trudged through the plains of Dreadmoor. His friends had been caught and brutally killed by his cruel enemies. Mark had barely escaped alive, and these traumatic last few days had left him very shaken.

But still, he pressed on! He would reach the mysterious destination...

Mark scanned the skies with a wary gaze. The dragon might still be after him, and a large open plain is not the best place to fight a huge aerial beast...

Mark's well-trained ears soon picked up a distant sound...

It roared like thunder, yet it never stopped. Curious as to what could be causing the noises, Mark clambered up the next hill...

Mark gasped in horror at the terrible sight! A gargantuan horde of loathsome, despicable OUTLAWS!

But what was worse was that the colors and emblems of the evil tyrant Galainir were distributed widely among them!

This enormous pack of rogues was in the employ of the false Queen!

They were heading North as Mark was heading South! They must be on a destructive route to Loreos and the rest of Roawia!

Mark then realized they weren't heading due North, they were heading straight towards HIM!

Yes, Mark had been spotted as soon as he had espied them...

Quite adverse to fighting alone what must be upwards of ten thousand men, Mark looked round for some advantage or means of escape. But there was no tree or rock or anything whatsoever to hide in or among. He could run, but the lighter equipped brigands could outdistance him by paces...

In short, Mark was Doooomed!

Mark resolved then and there to fight to the bitter end. He had nothing to lose! He would give his contemptible adversaries a battle to remember forever!

With a broad smile on his face and his trusty sword raised high, he burst forth with his nation's famous war-cry-



(LCC) The End... by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr


(LCC) The End... by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr


(LCC) The End... by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr




When we last left Mark of Falworth, he was facing off against a horde of loathsome Outlaws!

The first warriors who came within reach of Mark's sword were speedily cut down. Mark charged furiously into the great mass of men!

Mark slashed and chopped and parried and stabbed in an uncontrollable surge of adrenaline and rage!

After a dozen had fallen before his sword, the Outlaws paused in sheer disbelief. Fighting 12 opponents at a time, he still drove them back and held his own!

The respite was momentary, as the Outlaws were burning for vengeance against years of disastrous crusades (Some instigated by Mark). More and more fell, and Mark was thought to have fallen dead more then once, but then he would erupt from a pile of struggling bandits and rain down his deadly blows faster then ever!

For 7 long hours the carnage raged, and nigh a hundred Outlaws had died trying to bring down the knight of the everlasting smile and perfect hair (which still remained perfect despite the intense action).

But even the bravest cannot fight beyond his own strength, and each wave of opponents was getting harder and harder for Mark to drive back...

The Outlaws gathered together shoulder to shoulder for a final rush towards their target. Their war-cries grew stronger as Mark's strength faded.

But just before they could deliver the death blows, a tremendous, eardrum-bursting roar shook the entire battlefield!

Every warrior stopped and looked to the heavens from whence the rumble came.

Lo and behold, a colossal black creature descended on the mass of men. Fangs glistening, enormous wings spreading forth in terrible glory. It was none other then the fearsome dragon Cyricus the Mighty!

The great host of Outlaws fled like mice before a lion.

The Dragon landed with immense impact, feet away from the exhausted Mark.

He had no energy left to run, or even to raise his weapon. His voice had long since dissipated.

He looked straight into the jaws of death, and smiled. At last his time had come.

The massive claws and teeth shrieked towards him as he fell senseless to the ground...


(LCC)The End... (Part 2) by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr


(LCC)The End... (Part 2) by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr


(LCC)The End... (Part 2) by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr

To be Continued...

Next year! :grin:

So this was a fun MOC to make. I really wanted to try out a cliffhanger in a story MOC.

For those who don't know what's going on, This is part of a continuing series featuring my LCC character "Mark of Falworth"

Oh, and the brown leaves are from :wink:

Thanks for viewing and have a great day!

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:distressed: Wow! Great MOC Mark! Love the story! The knight with the perfect hair can't die!:distressed:

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So.... epic!

The barren landscape, the majestic composition, the glorious fig posing (you really outdid yourself to make an intersting scene), the thrilling story and then that gorgeous dragon again... epic really is the word.

I was going to say if there was one thing I would improve, it was to add some epic music.

Untill I watched the video.

Epic is an understatement.

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Didn't see that one coming! Well I'm going to be interested to see how this all ends; hopefully, it won't end with Mark being dead.

Anyways, great MOC's :classic:

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