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A Freebuild for the Guilds of Historica, and the next Episode in the story of Adira Navabi. Check here: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=110813 and the ones before it for backstory. The wind whispered through the trees, swaying their branches in accordance with it's patterns, and carrying the scent of their blossoms to every bee within it's range. Adira smelled deeply, and smiled. The apple tree swaying above her seemed to send all it's best smells to her nose, as if it too were wishing her safety in the coming battle. The thought of the battle intruded upon Adira's bliss like a black mist, seeping into every part of her mind and demanding all of her attention. The Desert King forces had been sighted at the mouth of the valley a few days ago, and would be here any day now. All of the able bodied men would be arming up in the town, including whoever owned this orchard. A sudden loathing for what she was about to do overtook Adira as she stared across the orchard, full with the blossoms of spring. Who am I to bring down the hand the Desert King upon these people, these people who live day by day and whose only worries are I the rain will come late our not? “Lady Adira, the men await you in Estolad.” It was Havers. Adira knew without even turning. She could distinguish his unique mix of the Western and eastern dialects anywhere. She spoke without turning. “I can't do it, captain Havers.” There was a pause, then Havers spoke, his words slow a measured. “I can not speak for all the inhabitants of Estolad, but I believe I speak for the majority when I say that when we voted you as our head, that we would take whatever came for it, whether that be peace or war, life or death. If these people can have such courage as to trust you with their lives, you can at least lead them to the best of your abilities.” Adira turned on Havers, her showing a strange mixture of anger and sadness. “But how can I do so in good conscience? If I do, at least some of them will die. And even if we are victorious, and drive the Desert King forces back out of our valley, what can I promise them but a guarded peace, always in fear of another invasion? I would destroy their peace of mind forever.” Havers let out his breath slowly, staring past Adira in deep thought. Finally he focused on her again. “We can not have everything we wish for in one life, or in any number of lives, so we must choose the lesser of two Weavils*. In this case it is our decision whether we wish for security of our lives, though we be slaves to the whim of an Un-dead Tyrant, or Freedom to choose as we wish, to worship as we wish, though we be forever in fear for our lives. These people have chosen Freedom over security, and they have chosen you to lead them. You can only do as much as you are able, and they wish for no more from you.” Havers turned and started down the road back toward the town of Estolad, his motion halted yet smooth on his peg leg. “The men await.” Adira paused, taking one last look over the orchard behind her, then followed Havers down the road toward Estolad, battle, and a future that would define the history of Kaliphlin forever. To be continued... The build. Just a quick one to continue my story. I gave a try at using the tree-leaves from altBricks, a Lego off-brand store, and I'm not sure what to think. Thoughts? *Ten comments to the person who can tell me where this quote is from. Soli Deo Gloria & Sola Gracia!
A free-build for the Guilds of Historica and a continuation of the story of Adira Magdeburg. Please check here: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=116423 and the ones before it for backstory. You are a coward. You can not even die honorably. You ran from death! The words played over and over in Adira's mind, forming a cadence with the pounding of her feet on the rough mountain path. The wind bit into her, but that pain was trifling in comparison to the bitter pain of these words. After all, what had she ever lived for but courage and honor? And now she was running like a frightened hare, running as much from her defeat as from the death or torture that awaited her back in the valley. Finally her legs would carry her no farther and she halted, leaning on one of the numerous pine trees along the road. People passed her by, making for the pass to the Nestlands, but none of them made eye contact. They knew she had failed them. They knew she continued to fail them. But Adira did not care anymore. She had no pride left to protect. She was bled dry. Slowly she removed her cumbersome outer armor and laid it at the side of the road. It was of Mitgardian make, some family heirloom. As soon as she took it off she felt refreshed, no longer protected, but at least free to move around as she was used to. “Lady Magdeburg.” Adira tensed. She knew what she would see when she turned, but she did not want to face it. Why can't he just leave me alone, like everyone else? Slowly she turned and stared at Havers defiantly. “What is it, Captain Havers?” Havers returned her stare levelly. “There are still people in the town down there. We must do what we can to rescue them.” Adira sighed. “The town is lost. They will die there or in the mountains.” “That is NOT true!” Havers' voice was emphatic, almost desperate. Adira took a step back from the fury in his eyes. “Some might escape! What can we do but try?” Adira studied him coldly. “Who is it that you can not find?” Havers glared at her, groping for words. “Me Lady!” Adira spun around, her face red from her altercation. What she saw didn't please her. Adelwight, occupationally a goat-herder and a member of the town Council, stood on the path, armed with a heavy battle-ax and flanked by two young men similarly armed. Behind him stood a square, thatched, and carved log house that she now realized must belong to him. He had been the last deciding vote in making her ruler of Estolad, but he had been very hesitant. Now he would speak of her failure, and probably not in pleasant terms. The man's eyes were grim. “Where are me and me sons needed most?” Adira was taken aback by the question, but quickly regained her composure. “Wherever you most wish to die.” Adelwight let out a laugh that sounded almost like a bray. “That'll be right here, next to th' home of me fathers, and right where the flea-bitten varmints can find us!” It took a moment for Adira to understand what she was hearing. This man is staying here to die when he could probably escape with his family. Why? No. She refused to think of the answer. Instead she posed an indirect question. “What of your young ones? Who will take care of them?” The man's old but fierce eyes turned on her, and she saw immediately that he knew what her true question was. “Me Lady, courage has nothin' to do with charging into the middle of a fray, and all to do with standing where ye have always stood, even to death. We're doing this for our land, every tree, every hillock,” he paused, looking strait at Adira, “every person.” The patriarch leaned on his ax, staring out over the valley. “Ye still have a life to live, a people to lead. Protect me bairns, and all th' people of Estolad that go through that pass.” There was nothing Adira could say. These men were giving up their lives for a town who had spurned their council, and practically invited the enemy to their doorstep. They were giving their lives for her. A tear sprang from Adira's eye. Slowly she started up the path. She noticed that Havers was no longer behind her, but she did not care. Let him kill himself down there. If there was anyone left in that town they would be Desert King prisoners by now, but these few survivors still had a chance. She could help them. To be continued... The build. This build is approximately three months old by now, so most of you might have seen it on Flickr by now. I hope the story made it worth it, however. Back in the middle of the summer I decided I wanted to try something more Mitgardian (surprise surprise) so I made this. This also was posted for the Colossal Battle Contest on Flickr and brought to our County fair, where it won a meaningless little first prize sticker (along with half of the other open class entries. ). I hope to post the next installment, a crossover with Gedren, sometime this month. Soli Deo Gloria & Sola Gracia!
A free-build for the Guilds of Historica and a continuation of the story of Adira Magdeburg. Check here: http://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=111919 and the ones before for backstory. “AAAAAAAGGGH!!!!” The sound of the Mummy's screaming echoed through the tunnels of the abandoned mine, as bone-chilling and terrifying as the Mummy himself. His pale skin was rent in places, and his face held a snarl terrifying enough to make a gargoyle swoon in fright. And his voice, a hollow hiss of a sound, now rent the air in brain-rending screaches. Adira almost would have preferred to have him gagged, if not for the purpose of their torture, namely; information. Adira leaned toward, everything in her wanting to throw up at the smell that assaulted her nose. But she kept her face impassive, staring into the Mummy's eyes, twin wells of death. His hatred and agony smote her almost harder then the smell, but she refused to look away. “Do not think we will stop for fear of any threats you make, we are your masters now, and we will not stop until you tell us what we want to know. Who is the Dark Mummy Lord? How do the Desert King forces know the mountain passes? Who told them?” The Mummy let out a shriek, nearly defeaning her. Adira leaned back, taking a breath of the slightly fresher air, and motioned toward the village drunkard, the only person they could get to caryout the torture. The man giggled, stone-deaf to the horror in front of him, and lifted a bottle he had been drinking out of a moment before. “Want some more drink, buddy?” The Mummy shrieked again as the whiskey burn over his leg. Adira winced, looking away from the creature's bulging eyes and wide open mouth toward where Havers stood near the door, watching the mummy intently. The drunk paused to take a sip, and Adira leaned forward again. “Give us a name. Who is the traitor?” The drunkard finished his prolonged sip and lifted the bottle again. The Mummy stared at it, terror in his eyes. His eyes diluted and he gasped out one word. “Sirhaaaaaaaaaaaan.” Adira raised a hand and the Drunkard paused, staring at the hand. Slowly Adira's mind wrapped around the word. Sirhan. Was he referring to the Mummy Lord, or the traitor? It can't be... Adira glanced up at Havers, who was now staring at her. His eyes showed some surpirse, but mostly anger. Adira's palms began to sweat and she slowly let out a breath. Sirhan is a common name, couldn't it be someone else? A villager they didn't know about? But Adira already knew. Only the Sirhan she knew could tell the Desert King everything he had learned about their plans. Adira leaped into action. Grabbing her sword she bolted towad the door. Havers started after her then stopped. “Wait. We must search this out first. What if the Mummy lied to us?” “What if he didn't?” Adira shot back, her hand wrapping around the key in her pocket. She turned toward the door and deftly unlocked it. “We have no time to lose.” Then she was out of the door, sprintinting down the tunnel. There was a pause, then uneven footsteps bounded behind her, Havers trying his best on his peg leg to keep up with her. The light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter and brighter, and she had to squint, even if it was only moonlight. One thought pounded through her head, burrowing deeper into her consciousness with every foot-fall. It was Sirhan all along. It was Sirhan. To be continued... Da build. I know this might a stretch to call this an abandoned mine, but I hope it suffices. And a parting shot of the drunkard... in front of an empty table. o_0 Expect the next episode in a few days. Oh, and sorry for the blurry second Picture and any spelling or grammatical errors I might have overlooked. Soli Deo Gloria & Sola Gracia!