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The Shadowmere throneroom was lavish, with a red carpet rolled out from the foot of the obsidian steps leading to Vladivus' golden throne. Banners hung from the walls, indicating fealty sworn to Shadowmere, and defeated enemies. The honour of guarding the throneroom went to the Kazzar Blackcloaks, who owed the Lord of Shadowmere a life's debt. Fearsome warriors all, they cut an intimidating silhouette with their lances, and none moreso than Vorek Steeljaw, his long golden lance setting him apart as a Captain in the Kazzar Blackcloaks. Without so much as a glance at this, the Black Spire emissary strode purposefully up the centre, towards Vladivus, flanked by two of his zombie guards, his crown glinting in the orange torchlight. He bowed exaggeratedly. "Hail once again Vladivus", he said mockingly. "Would ye hear my terms?" "Aye", came the measured reply, "let us hear them." The King's words came swiftly, as though practised. "Ravaage would have you bend your knee to him and yield the Resistance leaders," he said gesturing at the balcony, where Angfauglir and Lord Mortis watched. "In return for undying fealty and the dissolution of the Shadowmere Guard, you shall be granted your mothers former lands in Avalonia, where you shall live your life in exile. Your generals must either bend to Ravaage, or be executed." As the last word left the emissary's lips, the doors to the throne room crashed open, and a shout echoed through. "Stop this madness!" At this, the King drew his dirk, and charged at Vladivus, the sceptre in his hand glowing green, seemingly granting him warding against the Kazzar, who moved to intercept him. As fast as the Kazzar were, and as quick as the King moved, the Falcons were faster. Lead by Sir Eothain the Insane, they charged from the doorway, covering the ground swifter than any would have expected, followed by Lady Sithanna, her lips curled in a snarl, and her Manbat Warriors. Eothain's sword clove the sceptre in twain, and the head of the emissary bounced from his shoulders, as his guards fell to the floor. The bodies were swiftly cleared away, and a hurried council of sorts commenced. "What is this? You would kill an emissary?" Vladivus anger was palpable. "Hear us out my Lord" soothed Sithanna. "Your pup damn near killed my men", spat Eothain "He turned on us on the road to Abyssian. Ravaage's troops ambushed us, nothing we couldn't handle. Then the wolves came. Clawbreakers, and others. Fenrir didn't hesitate. He called for us to follow him against the wolves. Who were we to argue? The wolves came again, from behind, and as we turned to take them, Fenrir turned on us. If it weren't for Sithanna's timely arrival, on account of her taking a roundabout route from Kaliphlin we'd have been dog toys. Your guard you sent with us are all dead I'm afraid m'lord." "This King was with Fenrir- baying for blood. He's no emissary, he is, well, he was, an assassin," said Sithanna. "Amset-ra sent one of his men with us as a sign of the new alliance, and he knew the emissary of old." "This is troubling news". Vladivus mused. "Eothain, I'm offering you the position of Shadowmere General- it seems deeds must speak louder than words." At this, he cast his gaze at Angfauglir, who still leant upon the balcony. He turned, "Vorek!" "Yes my Lord?" said the Kazzar. "Call the Captains. Sir Eothain, ready for war." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And the next installment! C+C welcome!
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Horns sounded across the swamp- strange, wet, muddy sounds, more gurgling than a clear ring. The Moruth Rangers had tracked the party, noting the sizeable number of Schkyklyk Raiders attempting to pass in secret. The zombies and their palanquin, seemingly bearing a zombie king, were less discreet, marching straight to the Eastern gates of Shadowmere. Vladivus, Angfauglir, Lord Mortis and several warriors met the creatures beneath the black outer walls. The stench of the swamp followed them, not that the Nocturnians cared. The zombie king ordered his party to stop before the Lord of Shadowmere and the other Resistance leaders. "Salutations Vladivus!" called the King, his voice unnatural, "I speak as the King of the Moruth Swamps, and mouthpiece of Ravaage, the true Lord of Nocturnus." His eyes cast their gaze over the other Lords. "My esteemed Angfauglir, long has it been." Lord Mortis spoke from the gateway, "Name your reason for being here. If all you wish to do is bandy titles and small talk, then you are truly a King." "Ah, the vampire has a voice," sniggered the KIng, "very well, I wish to discuss terms of surrender." At this, Vladivus who had been quiet until now, spoke up "As an emissary, you shall be accorded due respect, and I guarantee your safety, providing you behave yourself. These are not the halls of Ravaage, we will have decorum. Turning to the Knights of the Inner Keep, he said "See the emissary to my throne room. I will receive him there." To be continued... So, the next part in the LV/ME/Jorrith collab. Hail Nocturnus! C+C welcome.
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Disclaimer: The following installment is very picture intensive. ME suggested i'd resize and link the bigger pictures, but it's over 40 pics, and well... I don't feel like it after a long workday, probably going to mess up... Other parts of our collab: On the Road to Shadowmere By MassEditor Old Friends By Lord Vladivus The Resistance Forms By MassEditor After reading The Resistance forms, i think The Awakening - Part 1 fits better after The resistance forms, even though it has been posted earlier. The following is part 2 of the awakening. Enjoy! Prologue After lord Mortis rudely entered Sonja's dream and warned her about the coming storm, sonja interupted her slumber that lasted multiple centuries. The next part of this story takes place in: In the cemetery of harbringer's haven stands the dark statue of Danag. He was the first vampire in nocturnus to realise that with building enough blood fountains, the need to drink from the living would become obsolete. Vampires and non-vampire beings could live together, benefitting from eachother instead of hunting and hating eachother. Danag gained quite a fortune in his long lasting life, mostly from building blood fountains in all of nocturnus and was always eager to share his wealth with the less fortunate. His offspring still help the needy as a tradition, and therefore danag's statue is somewhat used as a shrine honoring his, and his family's munificence. But danag also had a darker side... The scythe the statue bears was danag's tool to uphold justice.. Besides wise, generous and social, danag was also known and feared for his cruelty towards criminals. Children are still told the stories of Danag the reaper, coming at the houses of little kids that are up to no good in the middle of the night... When danag died, his remaining kin ordered the construction of a crypt befitting his achievements in his undead life. The crypt was expanded several times, untill it almost became a necropolis underground. It was also the wish of Danag to offer shelter to those who became weary of living a life eternal. Up top we find a vampyr guard securing the entrance... Suddenly the guard hears something... Very faint, but he notices it is originating from the vents underneath the statue... Guard Owen: Sounds like knocking... And it looks to me like the sound is coming from downstairs... I'd better check it out. Downstairs we find another guard, more or less off duty and enjoying the mead that the locals place at the shrine of danag... Guard Owen: Soran, i am hearing sounds coming from downstairs.. We'd better check it out. Guard Soran: *Hick!* Not my problem, you're the one on duty aand it's probably just somebody having a nightmare. *Hick!* Guard Owen: You know, you would do wise to cut down on your drinking... Guard Soran: Pff, i don't drink on duty and what i do in my free time is none of your buisness! *Hick!* Guard Owen realises he's not going to get any help from his fellow guard, so he ventures inside the crypt alone. Guard Owen: That good for nothing deat beat.... Guard Soran: I've heard that! Guard Owen: All quiet here... Must be one of the vampires deeper inside the crypt... As soon as Owen walks around the corner, he sees the lid of one of the coffins laying next to it. While opening the gate, Sonja pops up from her coffin, still in a very foul mood... (the reason why can be found in the previous part of this story) Sonja: You bloody *******! What in nocturnus name took you so long?! Guard Owen: Mi... Milady.. I was guarding outside.. I could only hear you very faint.. Before the guard can explain more, he is rudely cut off by Sonja.. Sonja: Then where is the other guard?! No matter, wake up the crypt! Light the torches! Start the fountain and make sure the vampyr guard is sent to the armory first, then everybody else! And while you're at it, get us some drinks from the fountain! Guard Owen: Yes Milady! Right away Milady! Owen rushes towards his colleage to tell him the news and thinking about the deep trouble they will be both in if sonja discovers that both guards have relaxed their working hours... They were both supposed to guard full time.. Sonja reaches for the pillow in her coffin, and finds the ring that Lord Mortis promised her would be there... Sonja: Well, well, well.. Looks like the old man was right! Time to wake up Darius and Quintella.. Meanwhile, guard Owen neared the guard room, and calls out to Soran. Guard Owen: Soran! Come here! Guard Soran: What is it now? Did you get scared by a little spider? Guard Owen: Put a sock in it, i've just got the order to awake the crypt and mobilise everybody, including you. The grin on Soran's face quickly faded, just as the tone of his skin. The cup he held was still half full, but he quickly threw it inside the lava pool underneath, causing a short puff of steam. Guard Soran: Oh no! I've been drinking... If they find out about our deal we are both toast! Guard Owen: Be cool, get rid of those cups and bottles, tidy up the place quick and light the torches. Just pray the oil and smoke will hide the smell on your breath a bit. I'll go and start the fountain, and get the remaining vampyr guard awake and geared up. In the meanwhile, make yourself rare. Owen runs back into the crypt to start up the fountain.. After pulling a lever, blood is starting to flow from the cup that the fountain's figure is holding.. After a while, there's a thump... and another.. Large stone covers are dropping out of the walls, and vampires emerge... Lured by the smell of fresh blood, more and more vampires are rising from their resting places... And feasting on this endless supply of blood, their first drink in centuries.. After the vampires had a drink, the vampyr guard is directing everybody to the armory to suit up.. It does not take long for the main hall in the crypt is starting to fill with armed vampires, not knowing why they are mobilised, rumors start to hum among the men.. Finally, Sonja appears on the balcony dressed in her battle armor... Sonja: Men, ladies.. You are probably wondering why your slumber has been disturbed and why you are now in battle dress... A storm is coming, and the time to just sit idle has passed! Lord Mortis came to me in my dreams, warning us of the danger that is called the black spire. He is now in shadowmere, forging an alliance with other forces and requested me to bring our covenant to that city. The men grow silent for a moment, then the rumoring starts again between the men.. why fight? we were sleeping peacefully... no need to go to war... Sonja: Men, i understand your feelings and i for one would have preferred we just rest forever more. But we as a group of vampires are posing a threat to the black spire, just because of our numbers and will either be taken out, or subjected. We have a choice now to be defiant, or to be slaves... What say you? Suddenly, a death knight approaches the balcony... His face shows age, and alot of battle scars.. He carries a large sword, weighed down with a gold bar.. Death Knight: We will definatly not be slaves, but if this is so important then why is Mortis not here himself to tell us this? Why should i take the story of a turned vampire girl for truth? If i recall correctly, you have no authority to lead these men, nor the authority to give orders either. If lord Mortis is not around here to lead us, someone second in command should be chosen. Sonja, still in a foul mood, is enraged by the words of this death knight... Sonja: You insolent swine! I should have you killed on the spot where you stand right now! Look at this ring, and look well before you say anything else! This is the ring of Danag, and it was granted to me by lord Mortis! That makes me second in command! Now bow, or prepare to die! Necromancer Quintella: Oh please stop this! There's no need for bloodshed among our own, if we are divided now, all is lost allready. Sonja speaks the truth, lord Mortis has also spoken to me in my dreams on this matter and she is now second in command. The decision was allready made before we went to rest in this crypt! Darius: Please listen to Quintella, she is wise and allknowing. Whatever lord Mortis had decided in the past, we should stick with it and be united as one! Sonja has moved down from the balcony, and gently moves Darius to the side.. Sonja: Well here it is, death knight... Either accept my leadership, or be cast out. Death Knight: Milady, i am loyal to the vampire covenant, lord Mortis and the bearer of Danag's ring. My undead life is yours to command. Death to the black spire! The death knight kneels before Sonja... Sonja: Rise, death knight! Your pride and defiance is admirable. I am honored to have you among the troops. Fight well, and i'll see to it your exploits will be rewarded. Guard! Send out a few men to the local village, and find some mounts to buy. Three minimum, but more would be best. Also buy some food, some of us might be hungry for more than just blood. And so, when the last light of the day fades, a small group of able men is running to the village of Harbringer's haven to aquire some mounts. Later that night, the necromancer is walking trough the cemetery... Quintella: Thank you for escorting this old lady, but there's really no need. The dead can't do much to me, but i can do alot to them.. The spell i'm about to perform is dangerous to the living, so you two better stand back a bit. Don't be afraid of what comes out of the ground, they are mine to control... The two guards stand down, and watch the necromancer walking further into the cemetery, the red gem on her staff is turning green with an ominous glow... Chanting incantations better not heard by the living, Quintella raises her staff, and taps it on the ground firmly. A loud thump is heard, not able to produce with a staff that size, and a green light is waving outwards on the ground... As the necromancer is walking away, a light rumble can be heard... Hands are starting to emerge out of the graves... Lured by the spell, the formerly dead start to walk towards the crypt... The following morning, we find Sonja at the shrine of Danag paying her respects and praying... Sonja: Danag, my lord.. Please keep us safe in the times that come. I have little to offer but my life, i would gladly give in return so that the others are safe. Please be with us. As Sonja is praying, the group that left last evening returns... Sonja: Ah, excellent! You found a warg! It's a shame it's not a white one, but it will do for now. Only three mounts? Swordsman: We are so terribly sorry milady! We have asked around all of harbringer's haven all evening and the early morning for mounts, but the people did not have many. These were the only ones we could find, and as soon as they saw the axeman's shield they would not take money for them either! They said we were children of Danag, and gave us their mounts. Sonja: They gave you these mounts? Danag be praised! Once we find other mounts to buy, see to it that these mounts are returned to their rightfull owners. It is the right thing to do. Order the men to assemble up top, we are leaving within the hour! Swordsman: Yes milady! And so, the vampire covenant starts to march towards Shadowmere... Darius: What a magnificent sight! Quintella: Indeed, but also saddening. Some of these fine men will not return. I hope the zombie troops will take the worst casualties, but the future is still unclear. Sonja: Let's hope we'll do good. For now, the path goes to shadowmere and not war... Yet. Additional pics: Troops 01 Troops 02 Troops 03 Front view Side view Left Side view Right Hi there! I'm terribly sorry for the vast amount of pictures, but it is quite a large build with quite a story, so i had to use more pictures than i would have liked. This is my biggest build to date, and took me about two months, multiple PAB and bricklink orders to complete. The top level is removable in 3 sections for ease of photography inside the crypt, and maybe some have noticed the improved photography.. (a.k.a. new digital camera) There were so many other pictures i would have liked to post, but including the linked pics, its 46 pictures allready! I also wanted to put an ending incorporating punishment for the two guards in here, but that would have taken another two or three pictures, and with the massive amount of pictures, i think it would be better to leave the guards fate to the readers inmagination. I hope you enjoyed the build and story, C&C welcomed, and also take the time to visit LV's and ME's builds!
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This is my second installment of the warlord community build. Phase one can be found here. WARNING! Due to the gruesome nature of this build, it should not be viewed by the faint of heart, or children. You have been warned. Don't complain if you can't sleep tonight. This is how we do buisness in Nocturnus! If you do like to see some nocturnian mayhem, please continue! The story is set 50 years after phase 1, but still 600 years ago. During that time, Lord Mortis got into an arguement with a mitgardian king, and like any resonable lord or king would do, you declare war on the other person. The battle has been fought, and Lord Mortis came out victorious! Now it is time to settle the score.... Lord Mortis: General Fangwell, what is the latest news from the battlefield? General Fangwell: M'lord, the troops have evacuated all our wounded and are killing off all the remaining wounded enemy troops as we speak. Lord Mortis: Excellent. Howmany casualties did we suffer? General Fangwell: Our troops are still counting, but the first reports indicate we have suffered mild losses. Lord Mortis: Very well. It was a wise decision of you to use zombies and mummy mercenaries for the main attack. That king never thought we would start the offensive in broad daylight. General Fangwell: Thank you my Lord. Lord Mortis: There is also another reason why i have summoned you and Sonja here... The executioner allready has beheaded the king's officers, but i would like you and Sonja to witness the beheading of the king himself! General Fangwell: I am honored, m'lord. Sonja: So am i my lord. The zombie troops are disposing the remains of the last officer that got executed... Lord Mortis: Bring forth the king! King Jihl: NOOO!!! Stop this barbarism, i beg of you! Lord Mortis: So Jihl, you find our ways barbaric? You should have thought about the concequences when you insulted me! King Jihl: Please, i am so sorry, i beg of the, spare my life and i will give you anything you want! Lord Mortis: I want.... your head. On a pike. Sonja, Fangwell.... How about a royal drink? General Fangwell: Well i could use a refreshment.... Sonja: I'd love that! King Jihl: What? Lord Mortis: Troop, you there! Raghas: Yes my lord! Lord Mortis: My officers like to have a drink, fetch them a couple of cups and be quick about it! Raghas: As you command, my lord! Raghas soon returns with two cups... Lord Mortis: As soon as his head rolls, you are to fill both cups with his blood! King Jihl just soiled himself... King Jihl: Mo... Monsters! I curse you all! You can take my life, but i damn you all to hell! Lord Mortis: Hrmph. Executioner! Get on with it! Executioner: RAAAAAHHRRGGG!! The king is brought up to the chopping block.... I am sorry if the story became a bit too gruesome, but filling cups of blood just seemed the right thing to do when your sigfig is a vampire. (also a cruel twist to the story) I have been burning some midnight oil last night to get this MOC done, because our boss Z demanded more Nocty builds! Well i hope you liked the story, gruesome as it be, C&C Welcome, and here are some additional pics: Also there are four persons in this moc that are also present in phase 1.
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Let me say beforehand that my picture taking qualities need improvement, just like the hardware... The first part of the photo's were taken with my very, very outdated digicam. Halfway in i got so fed up with it that i took the remaining pictures with my cell phone. Those ones are a bit darker and less sharp. This is part two, and if you are wondering where part one is... It's somewhere in the nocturnus thread, but i never made a separate topic due to the fact it was an incomplete build. I'll possibly remake part one in the future. The Story of Lord Mortis - Part 2 - The road to Nocturnus Prologue After a avalonian graverobber awakened Lord Mortis by accident, the dark lord decided it was time again to rise. Taking the graverobber's horse and his blood, Mortis set out to nocturnus, looking to awake his servants. However, the tomb of lord mortis was in the southeast part of what these days is mitgardia. Traveling to the Kelra Labyrinths to enter nocturnus would take three days and would be too much of a risk for Lord Mortis. Being a vampire, he must seek shelter during the day and during that moment he is most vunerable. The shortest route would be one of the old mountain paths that lie in the northern part of the rakath mountains, in the past used as trade routes to port Wrath. Those paths were not commonly used because of the dangers that reside within these mountains, but due to the current state of afairs in the darklands more and more people are desperate enough to risk their lives in hope to reach mitgardia... On one of these paths, we find three bandits. Lured by the possible valuables that the refugees have, they decided to set up shop on one of the trails. By the looks of them they are either mummies, or leppars... Carg: Hey pops, how is the fish coming along? Raghas: Well son, it looks to bake just nicely! It was a good thing the last sob we robbed had a bit of cooking oil on him. Carg: Great. We were very lucky that Rigge cought that fish, im looking forward to a meal that isnt only bread this time. Raghas: Haha, i agree with you on that one, son. Carg: Wait, i hear a horse coming! Rigge! Get to your position! Rigge: Got it! Carg runs towards the oncoming traveler. With a raised voice he yells: He who goes there, halt! State your buisness here! Lord Mortis dismounts.. Lucius: I am just a simple traveler looking for a path into nocturnus, not looking to do any mischief to you or your company. Carg: Into Nocturnus? Hrmph! Only a fool would want to go to nocturnus these days! But very well then, we will only let you pass if you pay us a toll! Lucius: I dont have any coin or gold on me, but i do have this sword... Carg: Is that a threat? You would do wise to behold the head we put on a pike there.. That was the last bastard who threatened us! You are outnumbered! If you value your life, i suggest you cough up some gold or turn around to try the Kelra Labyrinths! Rigge: That horse is worth something... Let's just kill the fool and take his horse! Raghas: We will have none of that! Boys, put down your weapons! Carg: What? Why? We can take this guy easy! Raghas: We are not going to kill an old friend of mine, that's why! Lucius: Hah! Long time no see, Raghas Memnon! Raghas: Lucius Mortis! You are a sight for sore eyes! How have you been, my friend? Raghas invites Lord Mortis for a simple meal together with his sons, and they talk for hours about all the things that have come to pass the last fivehundred years, and the current developments conserning the black spire.. Lucius: ...And then i sucked the guy dry, and took his horse. The scum never knew what hit him! Raghas: Hahaha! Serves that bastard right! So, now that you are heading into nocturnus, where will you go to? Lucius: I'll be traveling to Harbringers Haven to awaken some of my old men, and then off to Shadowmere to visit a friend. Raghas: These mountains are quite dangerous when traveling alone. Please, let my son Carg escort you to Harbringers Haven... Carg: But father, what about you and Rigge? Raghas: Don't worry, we'll be just fine! Rigge is an excellent shot, and your old man can still swing a sword. After saying goodbye, Carg and Lord Mortis mount up and continue the mountain path into nocturnus... But one thing they failed to notice... Is that they are being watched.... To be continued..... Well, i hoped you liked the story! This is my biggest moc up to date, 48x48 studs and i wanted depth, so it also has some height to it! I had to use dark orange bricks for the back because i had those in obundance, this whole build has been quite the challenge to not run out of certain bricks before completion... (had to Bricklink dark bley wedges like two times, and i allready had alot!) Total view: Some details: Somehow just all rock seemed too dull, but a gateway too grand for this moc... I've opted a guard tower too... Could not think of something good. This was what i came up with, sort of a LOTR ripp-off, on a smaller scale and no water. The tree was also added to break up the all-rock-ness and following Lord Derfel Cadarn's tree building guide i made a wonderfull tree right off the bat! Unfortunatly it did not fit the moc that well, so i had to adapt. The result however, i like very much. At first i wanted to go with a bandit camp with campfire, but who needs a fire if you have loads of hot molten lava? So running short on black slopes, my pet shop modular had it's roof gone all of a sudden. My rock technique could use some snot in there, but due to the 3D-ish build i did not dare to try yet. Did try some new things like the lava and tree building, and its a massive 48x48 studs! Cast: From left to right: Rigge Raghas Carg I'm happy with this build, i sure hope you enjoyed reading this topic, and C&C Welcome!
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Long ago, in an age nearly forgotten by present age dwellers, there lived a warlord in nocturnus, one of many. He was called.... Lord Lucius Mortis, my sig vig for some time, and the time has come to reveal the history about this persona. To some, he is the cruel bloodthirsty vampire that lives in his castle, to others he is the warlord that strikes his enemy in the darkness of the night, when they least expect it. And to a few, he is both. Lord mortis is one of the people of the night, so it makes good sence to use that to an advantage. When he is not fighting a war somewhere, Lord Mortis likes to relax in his castle, enjoying the riches gained from his conquests. Next to his lush and extravagant trone, stands his battle armour, for all to see that visit him. Lord Mortis has it on display here on purpose, so that anyone who wants to oppose him can see what he will look like on the battlefield. This vampire hides from daylight, not from his enemy. In front of him stand the vampyr, his most elite guards that are 100% vampire, but due to selective breeding they are unable to hide their vampire form. In return they gained impressive strength, and the ability to fly, if their armour permits using their wings. Also Lord Mortis has a fine taste in women, spoils of war and thus slaves, offcourse. Other spoils of war are guarded upstairs by shadowmere guard zombies. Not as intelligent as vampyr, but they follow orders to the letter and are easier to lead in large numbers. Total view.... Empty base: Well i hope you enjoyed my entry... The pictures could be better, i know! It was the best i could do with a 12yr old digital compact camera... It was fun building the carpet and throne, also the size was a challenge. In the end i do like the result, i hope you will enjoy, C&C welcome!
