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Legends speak of the pumpkin pie found in Nocturnus, its magical taste and vicious properties are sought by wizards and lords alike. Great thunder rolls in the sky upon the creation of a new pastry within the darklands of Historica, and only a master of the deepest secrets will be able to create a pie that is truly Nocturnian. Those who are not fully versed in the art have been swallowed by their creations, or worse. In the wilds of Nocturnus, is often where Harkran wanders. Most visitors to his shack will be greeted by a note, scrawled in the local dialect: “Gotnet Fotr Itngretditetnts, titmet otf rettutrn utknotwn.” Outside of the few days he spends concocting his masterpieces; Harkran wonders the deep, unexplored depths of Nocturnus looking for ingredients to improve his pie. His guides are his instincts, and the Etyet otf Tratckitng, a gift from his father long ago. Also never leaving his side is a well-used pan, dented but polished to a shine. New ingredients must always be tested, although leaving it for some creature to eat first is usually a good idea. Poison isn’t exactly an uncommon thing in Nocturnus. Currently Harkran is scouring the shores of Butcher’s bay for a new variety of pumpkin rumored to be a deep purple or red in color. The red variety is at the top of Harkran list, as he has a feeling that the color of the resistance will be very popular in the coming months. The search may go on for more than a month, but he is confident that a single pumpkin will be useable to grow many more. I was unable to create entries for the other categories due to a big test on the 19th, but I'm pretty happy with how this guy and his story turned out! All parts are existing elements in existing colors. C&C welcome!
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Nocturnus Minichallange III B: Brofendur's kitchen
The Maestro posted a topic in Guilds of Historica
Sibard Harthsol trudged through the miserable morning snow. The sun was rising over the tall Mitgardian peaks, painting the fields golden. Despite the beautiful scene that lay before him, Harthsol's thoughts were as damp as his boots. He was beginning to believe that his master (the mighty and true ruler of all Historica Lord Raavage) had lead him on a wild goose chase. Sending him to this barren, cold, miserable land to die alone. He tried to remember his masters command but he could only gather fragments. Something about dwarves and pies. Harthsol shrugged his shoulders, anything would be better than this bloody snow, what he would give to be back at home in the swamp with a good barrel of rum. His thoughts started to wander until he spotted a spire of smoke. Hoping that it meant the end of his journey he headed towards it. When he had finally reached his destination he found out it was in fact a small dwarven village. Before he had even passed through the gates a booming voice met him. "Welcome captain Harthsol, to the beautiful village of Awsder." A large (for dwarven standards) dwarf strode towards Harthsol. He was built like a barrel, his long red plaited beard fell over his chest plate. He pulled Harthsol into a hug and gave him a pat on the back, leaving Harthsol winded. "Come in, come in, My name Is Brofendur Fuhnt and I am honored to have a man of Lord Raavage in my village. I am sure that our pies will exceed your standard, after all, we all know Mitgardians make the best pie." Harthsol laughed in his head, Mitgardians and pies? The thought was hilarious, yet Harthsol replied with a nod and followed him into the village, wondering what sort of 'pies' the dwarves had conjured up. Brofendur lead him on a winding path, through rows of crooked houses. As they walked Brofendur continued to ramble on about how to make the best pies, although Harthsol was too tired to listen to what properties fyhe root possesses. "Fhye root can make the pastry extremely flame proof..." Harthsol checked the sun, about midday he guessed. "...which can certainly help when a pie is being heated..." A pub caught Harthsol's attention, well he know where he would be spending the.. "...by a dragon" That stopped Sibard Harthsol in his tracks. "A dragon?" Harthsol spluttered "yes a dragon, i'll show you" Brofendur told him as if it were not at all unusual. He lead Harthsol to a small balcony over a large pit, and sure enough there was a dragon. Its black scales glinting in the sunlight. Dwarves milled around the working area, carrying ingredients and working on new recipes. Brofendur saw the nervous look on Harthsol's face and laughed. "You don't have to be scared of her, we have guards keeping her at bay at all times" "With those little toothpicks?!?" Harthsol asked, terrified. "oh well, better that then nothing eh, anyway she's a vegetarian so you've got nothing to fear" I sighed, it wasn't the most relaxing thought but it was more comforting know that you weren't going to be eaten any time soon. "so why do you need a dragon?" Harthsol questioned, wondering why in the world they had a dragon. Well the bigger the pie, the bigger the oven. And since we make very big pies we needed a very big oven. so I thought 'why not use a dragon?', so we did." Brofendur told me. "would you like to try some?" Harthsol felt his stomach rumble, "Of course" he replied, his mouth dribbling already. A fresh pie, recently cooked hung on a crane. It was lowered and then eventually carried by six dwarves up to us. Brofendur cut a large slice and offered it to Harthsol which he greedily accepted. The pie was the best he had had in a long while, stuffed full of meat and cooked to perfection. "This Is amazing" Harthsol managed through bites of pie, "but you know this is a enchanted pumpkin pie contest, not a meat pie contest right?" "Of course" Brofendur replied, "we added a little bit of pumpkin for flavoring and as for being 'enchanted' I guess there is a little magic in the making so..." "Eh" Harthsol shrugged his shoulders "good enough for my standards, anyway, I doubt they care that much." "Well that's good because I almost thought I might have to bribe yo..." "Now before we finish up here I need you to answer a couple of questions" Harthsol interrupted "first off, where are the ingredients from?" As our mountain is too cold to grow ingredients we order only the finest pastry from the furthest reaches of Kaliphin. As for the meat, That comes from the most tender beef farms of the isolated isles of Isaile, located in eastern Avalonia." "Good, good, what about your work place condition?" "We keep a clean work area with a nonalcoholic policy" Brofendur told me proudly. The work place looked clean enough but Harthsol did not think the nonalcoholic policy was enforced enough by the look of the drunk sagged behind a couple of barrels. "Well thank you for your time Mr Fuhnt, I will tell my lord to expect you at the official judging of the pies and long live Lord Raavage." "Thank you captain and long live Lord Raavage, the true king of all Historica." Brofendur's kitchen by Jed cameron, on Flickr Brofedur's Kitchen Brofendur's kitchen by Jed cameron, on Flickr Brofendur and Harthsol on the balcony and Kaliphin merchants. Brofendur's kitchen by Jed cameron, on Flickr The dragon (with light brick on) A lot of Blood (not really), sweat and tears went into this. It is by far my most complex moc yet and really really dodgy. You see, this moc took a little fall off my desk. When I put the chunks back together I found: A. the base was uneven and the whole thing was on a slight lean. B. I couldn't stack the bricks tightly together since it would risk breaking the rock work. Despite this I carried on and eventually built my best moc yet (In my opinion). This week (about a month ago now) has also been incredibly busy for me, With my show I was in ending, school finishing for the holidays and my birthday (10 years with Lego :D). As always c&c welcomed and hope you enjoy. Sorry I had to use a sheet, it was too big for my normal layout. -
"Inspector Clurog here! Gotta check over your pumpkin pies. Productions standards, ya' know. Everything has to be ship-shape." "Welcome! I'm Kilos, one of the workers here, and we've been expecting you! You're just the ingre-oomph!" "Inspector, he was saying; I'm Tozna, head chef of the kitchen. Follow me and I'll show you exactly what we put into our famous pies. Highest quality ingredients, let me assure you! Watch your mouth Kilos, or I'll bat your ears in," Tozna growled below his breath as the inspector moved towards the first shelf. "And what do you keep in these bottles, eh, daises?" sneered Clurog. "I should say not! Only the finest quality slime is used in our pies! And we make sure the bottles are spotless before filling them with fresh slime. That jar there contains seeds from our own Venus fly-trap, adds some kick to the pies!" "So you say, so you say..." Clurog muttered, as he scribbled some notes on his paper. "What are you doing now, trying to pull the walls in?" queried Clurog as Tozna grabbed a knob embedded in the wall. "Hahaw! Nothing like an inspector with a sense of humor!" guffawed Tozna, "These are storage drawers. See, swamp flowers from Moruth. Kilos! Keep an eye on that pie! I'll have no burned crusts around here." "Well how many drawers do you need? Isn't a roomful a bit much?" protested the inspector as they moved to the corner of the kitchen. "Those are just for show, no real drawers there. Though we have some potent mushrooms, and carrots here. No Avalonian imports, we maintain a strict Nocturnus grown policy. These also are thoroughly washed before use." "That seems decidedly un-Nocturnian! A few bugs here and there never hurt anyone, I find them quite tasty myself. You chef's always claim to have the best of the best, but it's the inspector's job to see what's really going on." "Of course, of course. Well here's a fresh pie now, why don't you check it over for yourself?" "Yes indeed, I have to say with your obsession for cleanliness, I doubt it will even be edible. And It had better be good, or I'll report this kitchen to the PPA." As Clurog moved to sample the pie, the whole kitchen crew (except for Kilos that is, who was busy watching another pie) gathered around expectantly. "Well, it does smell alright," Clurog admitted reluctantly, leaning in to sniff the odorous pie. And then with a swift gulp, the pie dragged Clurog in! "AAAAHHH." "Well boys, good job, this pie passes the test! You can send it out to the Pumkpin Pie Associatin for distribution now, Erus." "Yes sir, Tozna! One more pie for those ridiculous tree-huggers coming right up!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Built for the Kitchen category of the Pie minichallenge. This build started with the Mixel ball-joint wall design, which I’ve had lying around for a while now. I quite like how it turned out, and will probably be using it more in the future. The working drawers were very fun to make as well. Lots more pictures on brickbuilt. Thanks for looking, C&C appreciated
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Nocturnus Minichallenge III/a: Igronow the Black... Baker
kahir88 posted a topic in Guilds of Historica
I am Igronow, the Black Baker. But, centuries ago, they called me just Igor, the Black. I maybe not well known, but I am the original creator of the Enchanted Pumpkin Pie. And this is my story: I was a necromancer, but not the study in the black arts made my famous. My master always said: "You can't practice magic, with an empty stomach!" And soon I realised, that my undead minions can't cook... It was up to me to teach them, so I had to learn it to... Soon, I started mixing, magic and cooking, and I started experementing, to infuse food with magic. The pumpkin was the best choice, because it can store whatever magic you cast on it. And that was the day, when the first Enchanted Pumpkin Pie was created. It was my masterpiece, but, fate wasn't kind to me. No one knows what happened to me, just me, and a few barbarians. The savages stormed in my tower, killed me and destroyed all of my research. I'm sure, some one hired them, cause, after the events, chefs started making my pie. How do i know this? That night I didn't died. The barbarians interupted my ascension ritual, to become a Lich. I stuck between this world and the afterlife. As a spirit, I wandered the moral world, for centuries. But, soon i started regretting the ritual. Those ibeciles, who call them self chefs... They ruined my pie! First, they started replacing, or adding more ingridients, cheaper, more common... Bah! Then skiping important steps, from the process, making a whole different sweets, and they still call it Enchanted Pumpkin Pie. Bastards! If i can only finish the ritual... I would show them how to make it right! Finally! Fate was kind to me. A young chef summoned my spirit. He read about my, and my work, and he ask for my help,to win a contest. This was the chance, for what i waited centuries! I tricked him. The fool, knowing nothing about black magic, helped my and finished the ritual. As reward, he become my mindles servant, and he can assist my, to win the Enchanted Pumpkin Pie contest! Now I am the Lich, who calls himself Igronow the Black Baker! -
Location- A06 Guinevere I feel like I've been camping out here for hours. I think the most opportune time has finally arrived. [A-A06] Death to my Enemies! by Karl Harris, on Flickr Initiate de-cloaking! [A-A06] Death to my Enemies! by Karl Harris, on Flickr FIRE!!! [A-A06] Death to my Enemies! by Karl Harris, on Flickr [A-A06] Death to my Enemies! by Karl Harris, on Flickr [A-A06] Death to my Enemies! by Karl Harris, on Flickr Mission accomplished. Some time later... [A-A06] Death to my Enemies! by Karl Harris, on Flickr "Sir, our target has just decimated a Kawashitan base. Should I proceed with the next stage of the plan?" [A-A06] Death to my Enemies! by Karl Harris, on Flickr "No, the time is not right. I shall let you know when it is time to strike. Mwa ha ha! Mwa ha ha! MWA HA HA HA!" Comments are welcome! This build should clarify that Dragonfire is NOT in fact dead. Also, I didn't kill him in this one. He ran away or something.
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[A-D04] Mighty Steed by Karl Kream Pie, on Flickr My crusade against the corporations has led me to a MANTIS outpost on Terrial Minor. Ever since I defeated that mech, everyone wants to capture me, the last of my species, to study for science! I'll have none of that! [A-D04] Mighty Steed by Karl Kream Pie, on Flickr This particular tune will summon a fearsome beast to aid me... [A-D04] Mighty Steed by Karl Kream Pie, on Flickr [A-D04] Mighty Steed by Karl Kream Pie, on Flickr My mighty steed, Jevin! [A-D04] Mighty Steed by Karl Kream Pie, on Flickr Master_Data fled out of pure terror! Good boy, Jevin. Thanks for looking, feedback is appreciated. I hope you don't mind I used your figure Master_Data. I really should start asking people first
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The Adventure's of Bombur the dwarf Join Bombur and a group of various other dwarves on their mission to reclaim the Lonely pie. On his journey he will face many evil creatures such as orcs, goblins and giant spiders. Disclaimer: If you are a massive Tolkien fan you must be warned about the content of this comic. It does not fit into the Lord of the Rings timeline and is completely canon!
