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  1. Who sits on the Dragon Throne in the keep of high Albion? Who rules over the greenest and greatest of the Guilds? Who thunders into battle at the fore of the mighty Flight of Dragons? Is it you? For many years now, the Guild of Avalonia has been missing its king. Artorious Rex - long may his legend live on - vanished, leaving the guild without a definite ruler. Regents have maintained order as best as possible, and High Lords have done their best to keep things running smoothly, but the time has come for the Dragon Throne to be occupied once more. AVALONIANS, THIS IS YOUR MOMENT! Your task is to create a 16x16 vignette depicting your claimant to the Dragon Throne. Not only should you show the man or woman you wish to see seated on the throne, but you should make it abundantly clear from the vignette why your claimant belongs on the throne. Is he able to slay countless enemies? Is she richer than the combined kingdoms of the dwarves? Is he the most handsome gentleman anyone has yet seen? Is she a skilled diplomat? Whatever sets your claimant apart, show him or her doing just that. Then this is where the Game of Thrones comes in. EVERY builder who is registered with Avalonia as of Friday February 8th, Anno Domini MMXIX, will automatically be entered into a tournament bracket. You will be competing against other builder's vignettes through several rounds until a winner is crowned King (or Queen) of Avalonia. If your opponent fails to build anything, you win that round by forfeit. Winners will be determined by popular vote of your Avalonian brethren, so make sure that you impress! The final round will require a new build, of 32x32 or less, from each of the two finalists, to make a final push for the Dragon Throne. What are you willing to sacrifice to get there? Details/fine print: - Open to official members of Avalonia only; you must have a sigfig posted to the Avalonian thread by February 8th, 2019 to qualify. No sigfig, no entry! - One 16x16 (or 256-stud equivalent, with proportions no further skewed than 32x8) build per builder will be used for all of the first rounds of the tournament. You won't need to build something new each round, unless you win through to the final round. Minimal overhang is allowed. Borders do not factor into the stud limit. - Official LEGO only - no 3rd party stuff (Brickarms, Brick Warriors, etc.) or clones (Kreo, Megablocks, Lepin, etc.). Also, no custom decals or painting or carving or cutting or gluing or any other altering of official LEGO products. The King or Queen of Avalonia should be able to be depicted by anyone who has the right LEGO parts. Yellow or fleshie faces are permitted. - The initial 16x16 build must be completed and posted in its own topic, with a link in this thread, before March 1st, 2019. If it is still February somewhere in the world, you can still post your build. - While you can try to put your own sigfig on the Dragon Throne, keep in mind that he/she becomes part of the public domain at that point. Your own personal story line will be essentially finished by doing so. It is the recommendation of the administration (HQ) that you create a brand new character for the contest, or else elevate a minor character from your story line, but not your own sigfig. - Regardless of the outcome of the tournament, Henjin_Quilones and ZCerberus will still be the in-real-life leaders of Avalonia. The winning character will be the leader for in-game story purposes only. - Builds entered into this contest count as freebuilds for scoring purposes. - While you are limited to 256 studs for the tournament itself, no one is saying you can't build more and bigger scenes to depict his/her exploits as regular freebuilds and add to the legend that way. Officially only the vignette counts, but it's not like we can make people forget or ignore other cool builds... - Voting in the tournament will begin on March 1st. If first-round byes are needed in the bracket due to the numbers, they will be granted to those with the longest time in Avalonia first, and so on down the line. If you joined in Book I, chances are you will get a 1st round bye; if you just joined this week, you won't. But everyone still needs to get their builds done before March. Only Avalonians will vote for their ruler - those from the other guilds can do their own lobbying for their preferred candidates, but they cannot vote. Any sign of Varlyrian tampering with the election, via targeted ads or skewed search algorithms, will be...expected. - We should have a King or Queen of Avalonia by April. - The winner will not receive anything except prestige, glory, and honor, and maybe a fancy title like "Kingmaker"; but no bricks are on the line here. [Credit for the throne design goes to @Derfel Cadarn who built it in Book I]
  2. Cinnatus An entry to the Game of Thrones: Avalonia minichallenge When Artorious Rex arrived in Avalonia nearly 10 years ago, brave men rode by his side in a thundering wall, known as the Flight of Dragons. They drove away the forces of darkness from the realm and restored peace and order that had not been seen for centuries. Those mounted warriors became Lords of Avalonia, friends of the king, and guardians of peace and justice across the land. One of those men, by the name of Cinnatus, shied away from the prestige and the glory; he humbly accepted his lordship and his grant of land, since they were the will of the king, and then went to his new territory and began to work it as a simple farmer. He placed his armor and sword in his attic, and hitched his mighty warhorse to a heavy plow to break the soil. And then the elemental monsters came, and the sword of Cinnatus was needed once more. He heeded the call of Artorious Rex and came to the defense of the realm, leading an army of men to victory in engagement after engagement. The elementals were defeated, and Cinnatus returned home to finish plowing his fields. But the Drow soon rose up, posing a threat to the surface-dwellers; the High Lords called upon him in the absence of King Artorious, and once again Cinnatus answered the summons. The Drow were defeated by Cinnatus and his army, and Cinnatus returned home to harvest his crops. But then Lord Raavage attempted to spread his darkness over all the lands, and the heroes of Avalonia were needed to repel the blackness; at the Battle of Green Leaf Pass, the Drow forces were once again defeated by the Flight of Dragons galloping up the green slopes. And then again on the plains of Nocturnus, Cinnatus proved a pivotal role in driving back the Black Spire and raising Queen Ylspeth to the throne to once again unite the four guilds. Finally Cinnatus returned to his humble estate and hitched Badius, his brown stallion, back to the plow, his duty to the land once more discharged. The tenants tending his other fields were glad to see him return, as they knew they would always be listened to and respected, as no other landlord ever had treated them better, like real people. Cinnatus worked alongside them daily, never seeking to seem better than they. He judged fairly when asked, intervened when needed, and was always just in his decisions. Then word came that the Council of Lords wished to anoint a new king to take the place of the vanished Artorious, and the people of Cinnatus' lands begged him to consider taking on the role. Cinnatus refused. But then other lords, like Henjin Quilones of Druidham, visited and begged the same thing, asking him to do it as a duty to the people of Avalonia. And so finally, moved by a sense of duty, of obligation to the land and people, Cinnatus decided to venture to Albion to be considered for the vacant throne. But first he finished plowing his field.
  3. Doldrums may have becalmed the seas of late, but as the soccer tournament begins in Bastion, what better way to celebrate than to pay a visit to the Weelond Oktoberfest! Weelond’s annual Oktoberfest celebration features food and drink, contests of skill, games and amusements, traditional/historical costumes, food and drink (did we mention food and drink?), and more. So regardless of where you’re from, come to Weelond and have some fun! Rules: Your entry should be at least 16x16 and showcase an activity at the Weelond Oktoberfest. This can be a pub scene, a brewer or vendor at work or hosting visitors, stage performances, contests of skill, festivities on the market green, or whatever you can imagine, as long as the build illustrates festival activity at the Weelond Oktoberfest. In addition to posting your entry in the forum (ideally with a [W-OKT] tag in the title), please post a link to your build in this thread and in the Weelond settlement thread. Entries must be posted by October 31. Prizes: Each entry will receive 10DBs, and you can enter as many times as you want. Entries will be judged on presentation, quality of build, story, fit with Weelond's architectural style, and fit with the Oktoberfest/festival theme. The overall top three entries will earn 150DBs for 1st place, 100DBs for 2nd, and 50DBs for 3rd. An additional 50DBs will be awarded to the best licensable build in each of the following property categories: artrisan, commerce, factory, and residence. Also, 50DBs will be awarded to the best shipboard entry -- because fishermen and sailors party on the water as well as the land! Weelond will reimburse the builder for licensing costs for any property entry licensed through the EGS. Weelond also offers to purchase (at 3x the license cost) any property a builder does not wish to license.
  4. Last year at this time tensions were running high in the Brick Seas, but this year there is much to celebrate. There is peace across the seas, and trade and adventure are resuming in earnest. There has even been the crowning of a soccer champion. What better way to celebrate than to pay a visit to the Weelond Octoberfest! Weelond’s annual Octoberfest celebration features food and drink, games and amusements, traditional/historical costumes, food and drink (did we mention food and drink?), and more. So regardless of where you’re from, come to Weelond and have some fun! Rules: Your entry should be at least 16x16 and showcase an activity at the Weelond Octoberfest. This can be a pub scene, a brewer or vendor at work or hosting visitors, stage performances, contests of skill, festivities on the market green, or whatever you can imagine, as long as the build is licensable as a property and pertains to the Weelond Octoberfest. You do not have to license your property, but the city of Weelond encourages you to do so. If you don’t participate in the EGS, you can also donate the property for the settlement to license if you wish. In addition to posting your entry in the forum (ideally with an [OCT] tag in the title), please post a link to your build in this thread and in the Weelond settlement thread. Entries must be posted by October 29. EDIT: Deadline extended to October 31. Prizes: Each entry will receive 25DBs, and you can enter as many times as you want. Entries will be judged in two categories: best story or character, and best build. Winners in each category will receive 300DBs, second place 200DBs, and third place 100DBs. An additional 50DBs will be awarded to the build that best exemplifies the architectural style of Weelond. Prizes will be awarded in November.
  5. In the street of Weelond, the Oktober Fest is going full swing A fire breather is doing the show ! reverse view : C&C welcome, it's only a LDD built for I have not very much time with many builts and many homeworks (plumbing, painting) that are in progress. Could be licenced as a small street tavern
  6. Great work everyone, your entries were all excellent. Here's the list! @Bodi @Professor Thaum @Bregir @Maxim I @Keymonus Vote on who you think's build and story is best! Thank you all for your entries! I'll remind you of prizes 1st Place: WTC will build and license a large property in the settlement of your choosing And, you decide what really happened. Was it an Eslandolan plot? Native interference? Mardierian reprisal? Captain Mesabi? You decide! 2nd Place: WTC will build and license a medium property in the settlement of your choosing Finally, I'm disappointed in Y'all. No one said Count Mesabi did it! Also, If I missed anyone, please let me know. I just woke up... Now Vote!
  7. [NTSC] Ténotclaxcan training Not every quay at Trador are strait to the sea and it's possible to find some nice sandy parts just next to the port. It is at such sandy place that the Ténotclaxcan Hunters, the great soccer team sent by King Azuma, decided to begin the training. They divided the team in half and launch a small friendly match on the beach. It is the best training they found, as it is known that running on the sand is really harder than running on the grass ! But another team seemed to have the same idea and while the leader of the Terraversa Rebels, the only team of the new Terraversa young Nation, tryed to negociate with the tavern tenant (a really too good Eslandolan Merchant...) his daughter, and co player, raged to the Ténotclaxcans who, according to her, have stolen their training beach. The teams : The Ténotclaxcan Hunters The Terraversa Rebels So the Quay can be licenced as a Large Commerce and allows me to bring 2 Soccer teams in the Challenge If I clearly understood the rules. I am leaving the right to @Maxim I to licence the build for him or for MAESTRO.
  8. Mrs. Cantelli is anxiously awaiting the arrival of her fir tree at the port. Her husband, Mr. Cantelli, spared no expense importing a fir tree for Merrynight. He ordered it from his tree importer. His importer is making a healthy profit by using a new supplier.
  9. Merrynight caroling to the less fortunate in Nellisa. The less fortunate don't seem all that interested in Merrynight singing. The rats on the other hand are leaving town.
  10. King Fernando had a lot to think about after the recent events, so he sought refuge in his good old hunting cabin. Here he could wander along the shores, listen to the waves with mighty mountains in the horizon, thinking to himself: I have always liked the wild. Especially the Eslandolan wild. Now, who did it belong to? Not the merchants, nor the peasants. The crown had quite a bit of land in its name. And he was still King. So it had to belong to him. Yes, he was still King of the Hill. He made it out alright, despite the Trade Companies attempts to thwart his power. The Oleon throne was not up for grabs anymore, but he still had a chance at it, if those before him should be so unfortunate to slip and fall on a dagger in the middle of the night. Maybe this crazy situation wasn't so bad. At least he could do whatever he wanted out here, without interference from people that think they know better. Of course they didn't. But he didn't care. He did not rule supreme anymore, but he actually felt relieved. All the stressful years, decades, his whole life in fact had been weighed down with trying to keeping up appearances, trying to get accept from King Phillip and Queen Annetta. For Naught. They would never show him any respect anyway. The councils could have the power. The Responisibility. The difficult decisions. The Anxiety. This. Here. It was much better. For the first time in ages, he felt free. The Jule celebration were coming soon. His outlook on the future shone brighter than ever before. Hope you liked it. Power to The People! And Long Live The King!
  11. "Why do you call them 'The Firebirds'?" "They seem to love birds, for some reason. And they surely love fire. These bastards." Captain Perret, his lieutenant France "the whore" (actually a whore), gunslinger Marco Gonzalo and the rest of the crew of "The Firebirds" are gaining power in Charlatan Bay. Right now they have stolen the treasure from a rivaling gang, the Dreaders. The Dreaders run a tavern, which is also their headquarter. Have run, one must say, for the Firebirds live up to their name and set the place on fire. But how did that happen? Pretty Franca had entered the tavern, and used her special skills to distract... well, no need to state the obvious. Meanwhile Ayden Doris had climbed in through the rear window and taken all the gold. Now the two are climbing down the balcony, while the rest of the crew is defending the streets and setting the tavern on fire. Not only have "The Dreaders" lost all their money and their headquarter, but also many of their men. They will need years to recover, while the FIrebirds keep rising. Captain Perret once was a proud and honourable member of the Oleander navy, responsible for a strong warship. That is until he was caught red-handed with the vice admirals daughter. He sat in prison, waiting for his sentence of death. It was there that he got to know his cellmate Hoggar, a Sea Rat from Charlatan Bay, who had just blown up a minor palace in town. "It's your lucky day, man", Hoggar had said. "Lucky? I am awaiting death, man. What's lucky about that?!", Perret had replied angrily. Hoggar had started laughing, and all he said was "wait till you meet my friends". When only hours lager Gunslinger Marco Gonzalo and Franca "the whore" came and opened Hoggars cell, Perret took his chance and fled to Charlatan Bay, where he joined the gang and due to his military skills worked his way up to being the leader within two years. Franca "the whore" was no more than a hooker. A hooker with a gun, but still. That was until she met Marco Gonzalo of Eslandola, who had just come to Charlatan Bay to start a new life. Not only did she fall in love with the old gunslinger, but also joined him on his quest to riches, glory and power. Marco Gonzalo, born in Terreli on the Eslandolan mainland, was one of the first to sail into the new world, and had worked as a mercenary for many years. Working for his own pockets, though, was more lucrative, so he decided to move to Charlatan Bay and become his own master. Marco has a strong feeling for honour. The brutal honour of a criminal, but still. In his youth Páco "the cruel" was a fisherman who fought sharks with nothing but a net and a spear. On one of their recent raids the firebirds burnt down his village. That was when Páco decided to switch sides. Now he just wants to kill people. He still carries his net, though. To catch people. Which he then can kill. Of course. Nobody knows his real name. That's why everyone calls him "the mechanic". His inventions would even make the scholars of Corrington proud, but he desires nothing less than than being part of a nation. His newest invention is an automatic "gun", which they just call "The Gun". He has mounted it to a cart, drawn by a pig (which he named Freddy - since then some people have suspected Freddy to be his real name). Scarface came too close to an explosion when he was a child. Not only did he lose his face, but also most of his sanity. Today the Mardierian runs around with a giant club and sabre. And kills people. "Pyro" really likes to burn stuff. Nothing else to say about that guy. James "Chef" Wilde was a chef for Her Majesty Queen Annetta's Royal Navy, before he decided that life was too short to serve others. He really likes to use his whip, by the way. Ayden Doris, 15 years old, is the only "born Sea Rat" of the crew. His mother, a whore, and his father, a pirate, are long dead. Ayden always had to find his way through life. His career as a burglar in Charlatan Bay is remarkable. He is the latest new member of the Firebirds. Hoggar, son of a miner, started his life working in the mines where his father had worked. He learned to handle dynamite, and assisted in forcing open new tunnels. He left the mining company, but took his knowledge to become a sellsword, blowing up warehouses, palaces and other establishments of one rich person by order of another rich person. He often felt that he was the only one who profited. In one of his last missions he had gotten to know Marco Gonzalo, who did not let Hoggar down when the latter got imprisoned in Oleon.
  12. Captain Old Beard Caliquot's Gang. Captain Old Beard Caliquot is an old pirate who never retired from his life of piratery. He is followed by a dangerous crew of thieves and throat cutters. His main objective is to find a strange island holding a Mythic treasure and he is ready to anything to find the second half of the map that could lead him to discover it. He is now establishing his new base point in Lowtown, in Charlatan Bay. To do so, he is determined to steal from everyone who can provide him some riches. His main "tactic" is a bit rough... Just burst out through the window of your room and threat you with all his power to make you confess where you've hidden your values. If your lucky enough, the gang leaves you unspoiled... Here is Captain Old Beard Caliquot : He is an old pirate now but don't trust his nice beardy apperance ! He is not a gentle guy who drops you some gifts by night ! No ! He is here to steal those presents from you ! Here is his first mate and lieutenant : Dreadful Bill : It is said that he is not the "original" Dreadful Bill initially hired by Captain Old Beard Caliquot. But it's a secret known only by himself and by his Captain. Here is Triple Pistol Pat : His wooden leg is a deadly weapon ! He is hiding a gun inside it ! Here is Cutlass Jim : He is a former bard and is playing with knives with the same dexterity he his playing the mandolin ! Here is "Fat" Maïte : She is the cook of the crew, but just don't tell her she is fat if you don't want to finish in the stew ! At last, here is the new member of the gang : Tezclatipoca He his a Native of some island the gang visited. It is said that he is a Cannibal... Nobody can confirm this but it's sure he is a fan of Maïte's recepies. Here is my participation of the Minichallenge. I found it was an opportunity to tease you with some of my future characters. You will see them in other developments ! Hope you like them !
  13. The lock on the door clicked, then two figure walked in the room. The torches suddenly catches on fire, and lighted the kitchen. As the lich looked around with despise, he turned to his companion. His voice wasn't pleased. - You call this a kitchen? It's more like a junkyard! - Sorry master! -whined his new assistant, as he covered his face. - Please dont hurt me! - When you said, that you own a kitchen, where i can begin the preparations for the contest. I thought it is well equipped! - But it is master! There is a nice fireplace, tables, shelfs, bowls, tools and... - SILENCE! - the haunting voice echoed throug the kitchen. - The kitchen in my tower had better equipment, then this "professional" kitchen... Where is the ice chamber? My chamber was full with Midgardian never melting ice, from the Frozen Beyond. And no dragon powered fireplace? - No master, that is just a simple fireplace, for simple baking. A fireball appeared in the hands of Igronow, then he throwed it to the fireplace. With a loud blast, it fell apart - Now, show me, where can I get a yellow eyed thorned black dragon. - Master... - he covered his face. -They already exticted... Igronow turned once more to his assistant, and let out a sigh. - Must i do everything? A pen and a parchment appeared from the thin air. It started writing a list, while followed Igronow around in the kitchen. -Take this parchment, and follow me! They went to the nearest graveyard, where Igronow reanimated some dead. -They will help you gather the ingredients. Do precisely as it on the parchment, or your fate will be worse then death! The life in the kitchen returned, after a few days later. While his minions gathered the required ingredients, Igronow captured a dragon to replace the fireplace, and instal an ice chamber in the place of the storeroom. The dead kitchen helpers start working, after Igronow showed them, the recipe, and the process: ************ Ingredients for the Enchanted Pumpkin Pie: - First of all: You MUST steal everything! Remember: Everything tastes better, if you steal it! This is why my pie was so popular in my days! - Flour from Avalonia - Eggs from a Griffon - Mountain goatmilk from Midgardia - and if you find, butter too - Sugar from Kaliphlin - Cinnamon from Kaliphlin - Pumpkin from Avalonia - Powdered dragon scale extract - I recommend black, but red is good to. Do not use green, unlees you want to poison some one The process: - Enchant your pumpkin! It is up to you, what enchantment you put on it, I already experimented which tastes better, but I wont tell you, which tastes better. - Knead the flour, sugar, butter and eggs togethet. - Roll out the dough, and cut a sphere form out of it, this will be, the bottom of the pie. - Cast a warding spell on the dough, or if not a magic user, knead some powdered dragon scale exract in the dough. So the fire wont harm the dough. - Poke your dragon three times - If you got a red one, poke it five times. - Hold the dough in the breath of fire just for a few seconds. The warding spell, or the extrack will protectit. - Put the baked dough in the ice chamber to cooled down. - For the filling, cut the already enchanted pumpkins, and smash them in a mortar. Season it with cinnamon. * - Spread the pumpkin filling on the cooled dough, and put it back, so the filling can harden in the cold. - For serving pour some whipped cream on top of it. I marked the part, when you season the filling. The pie don't need additional taste. If I wanted to make a goblin ear wax pie, then I will season it with that. I only use cinnamon to give a more characteristic taste. The whole point in the enchanted pumpkin pie, is the tasting of magic. Not the other ingredients, like bat hair, or troll drool... ************ Igronow oversees, how his minions creats his pies. But he needed another plan, to ensure his victory: - Hm... I think, I must visit this, Lord Raavage personally...
  14. A Build on behalf of the Resistance: The Spiderwitch Although some part of her history has already been related here, it behooves us in this post to delve a bit deeper into the past of the Spiderwitch using the lovely, and deliriously intoxicating, power of authorial omniscience. It is true that very little is known about her by the outside world, save the rumors that fly faster than her six spider legs and two human arms can pursue, and it is also true that no one has ever come out of her labyrinthine lairs yet living. But it is furthermore true that there are many undead and semidead and other post-death individuals roaming Nocturnus, and, given the number of deaths she has caused, it is no surprise that at least some of those individuals are her victims. However, their accounts are notoriously unreliable, and so I, the author, am going to give you, the reader, a behind-the-scenes look at the best pie baker in all the land. First, it should be noted that even some things are unknown by even the most learned authors, such as the identities of the Spiderwitch's mother and father. However, it does not take much learning to speculate that her mother was likely related to that ancient and noble line of giant female spiders, those of treelight-sucking and high pass-dwelling fame, and her father, well, since they are spiders, her father was likely her mother's first dinner-date. The Spiderwitch herself has a name, though she does not like it to be spoken out loud, as Maybelle is just not intimidating enough for the most powerful arachno-human magic user--and best pumpkin pie baker--this side of the Rakaths. She only tells that to a man on the second date, and, well, that has never happened. But how did she become such a powerful mage? And where did she get her baking skills? Well, let me tell you. Once, long ago, when Maybelle was very small, merely giant tarantula sized, she was crawling around an enchanted pumpkin patch at night, waiting for the spirit of the Great Pumpkin to come and bless her with many toys and other gifts (the Iron Maiden was very popular that year). The full moon was just rising over the dark treetops of the murky wood when a coven of witches came swooping down from the sky, cackling on their brooms. Maybelle hid herself behind the largest of the pumpkins and listened to the conversation of the old hags. They talked of many things, but what they spoke of most was the Great Pumpkin, the most potent deity of those parts. But they were not venerating him, as would be proper for a deity; but instead they were saying that he was such a pumpkin head, a useless old gourd, a puffed up, over-important squash, and other things unfit to repeat in even unpolite company. Maybelle could scarcely believe her ears. She rushed out from behind her pumpkin and told those witches off, explaining how the Great Pumpkin was the greatest of all the vegetable gods and the most loving, beneficent, orange colored-object ever to have existed. Now, did those witches start laughing at that! A small arachno-human telling them, full-grown witches, what to believe and how to act! The very idea of it all brought them to tears of mirth. Maybelle was embarrassed at their laughter, but adamant in her defense of the Great Pumpkin; and so the witches took out their willow wands and began a long and complex incantation, dancing and singing their way through the patch. But just before they were to say the final words of their spell, something unexpected and amazing happened. The large pumpkin, upon which Maybelle was sitting, suddenly began to float up into the air and grow many times larger, glowing so orange that orange no longer even applies, oranger than any fruit or vegetable could ever be, oranger even than the politicians and celebrities down in the big city. It was the Great Pumpkin! He had heard her prayers and was coming to bless her! What joy of joys, night of nights! The witches shrieked, as only witches can, and tried to hop on their brooms and fly off; but the Pumpkin of pumpkins caught them in one of his outstretched vines and reeled them back in. He was shaking with rage, as Maybelle could feel beneath her many feet, and in one powerful curse he caused the whole coven to disappear. Maybelle, however, began to grow larger herself, and could feel some new power coursing through her limbs that had never been there before. And the Great Pumpkin said to her: "My faithful servant, you shall be given the key to many new things, but none so great as the nature of pumpkin-ness, an insight into my very soul. You shall be a mighty sorceress, with the power of thirty witches inside your hairy abdomen, unmatched by any other of your kind. And you shall have my love, my sweet Maybelle." Maybelle heard and was overjoyed. She remained all that night and the next, and an entire week, in the tender embrace of the Great Pumpkin, and at the end of the week she cooked him into a pie and ate him. Now she has the power of thirty witches and the Great Pumpkin within her, and no one can ever create a pumpkin pie better than hers, who knows everything, and I mean everything, in every way, about pumpkins. _________________________________________________________________________ .................................................................................................................................................. Thanks for looking! C&C welcome.
  15. The full moon was shrouded by clouds. The Obsidian Spike was darker, then ever befor. The candle just blowed out in Lord Raavages bedroom, as he put his book on the nightstand. It was a long day for him, so many paperwork, spy reports, executions. He turned around in his bed, and fell asleep. No one knows, how many time did he actually slept, minutes, hours... He woked up for a haunting voice, calling his name: - Lord Raavage.... He sat up in his bed, rubbed his eyes and looked around. The moon was no longer shrouded by the clouds. - Who dares disturbe Lord Raavages sleep? Show your self coward! As he reached for his candle, he notice a dense white fog, around his bed. Then suddenly a figure materialized in the fog. Raavage quickly recognized his visitor. Skeletal body, ragged robes, a staff with a gem on the top of it... A Lich. Igronow slowly steped out from the fog, and stoped at the end of the bed. - Good evening Mylord. I am Igronow the Black Baker. -introduced him self the lich. Lord Raavage understanded everything: - Hm... Let me guess. You are here, about the contest. - Then you know who really am I! - a little hope can be felt in the lichs voice. - It doesn't ring a bell. - answered Raavage. - But dosn't really matters. - It matters a lot! - the voice of the lich quickly changed. - I am the creator, of the original Enchanted Pumpkin Pie! - Only one thing matters. That you are here to bribe, or threaten my. But I must disappoint you, you can't. - I'm only here, with an offer for you. - replyed the lich, as he grabed his staff with his other hand. - Hear my out, and then decide, it is a bribe, or a threat... The gem on the staff starts glowing, and a nother figure materialized from the fog. But it was huge, almost reached the ceiling of the beadroom. The giand held a huge mug, as he puted down milk spilled out on the ground. Lord Raavage almost got amazed. - Behold! - started Igronow. - My gingerbread golem! Announce my as winner, and i bake for youan army of golems. They will not only help you takethe Darklands, but to conquesr all of Historica! The face and voiceof the lich suddenly changed. - Or, feel the consequences... - What consequences? -asked Ravaage, as he tired to reach for his axe... - Be patient... I will show you. - the gem once more started glowing. The golem started moving again. With his hands, he reached for Raavage. But Raavage was faster then the clumsy golem, and quickly striked down his arm. But the hardened sugar blocked the strike. The golem easily grabed Raavage by his leg, and lifted him up. With his other hand, he teared the weapon out from his grip. - Put me down! Thats an order! - yelled Raavage, as he tired to escape. - Reject my offer, and my golem will find you. Then he will dip you in milk, and bites your head off, LIKE THE HEAD OF A GINGERBREAD MAN! - yelled back the lich, with a hellish voice. The golem pulled closer his mug of milk, and roughly stardet diping Lord Raavage in it. - Blblblll.. stooo.. blublubl.. I comma.. Blublbl... - Lord Raavage tired screaming but every time his mouth was full of milk. He stopped fighting against the golem, he was exhausted. Then the golem stoped the diping, and once more he lifted him in the air. Lord Raavage was unable to move. He only heared the hellish laugh of the lich, felt the golems breath. Stinkt like confectionery. Lord Raavage woked up, covered with sweat and gasping for air. He looked around. He was in his bedroom, no fog, no lich, no giant bingerbread golem. - What a nightmare... -wiped down the sweat from his forehead. - It was so realistic. I guess the last sip of wine was too much for me. He lied back on his bed, but his jaw quicky dropped down, as he discovered something on his nightstand. - Or it wasn't a dream... ***** And If interested: the room, the furniture and the golem.
  16. On behalf of the Resistance: The Proposal of the Spiderwitch After the events of the previous two builds (here and here), the Spiderwitch, intent on winning the pumpkin pie contest, at long last decided to emerge from her darkened lair to pay a visit to Lord Raavage, the contest judge. The Lord of Darkness, Raavage himself, had left the towering edifice of the Black Spire to go visiting some of his other fortresses, and in late October decided to stop by the halls of Ereknydd Castle, home of General Skellek, the great Drow warleader. A great feast was held in Raavage's honor, with many guests invited, including some Hand members, dark dwarves, witches, and the odd goat-wolf-man. The wine flowed as freely as the tears of the Avalonian elf kept in the cage by Raavage's spiky throne. Suddenly, a loud knock on the doors of the great hall echoed through the chamber. The massive portals swung open, revealing a quartet of low orcs bearing a giant, delicious-smelling pumpkin pie on a bier. After depositing their burden on the table the orcs left in a hurry, leaving the doors open in their haste. A silence hung through the hall as all of the guests smelling the savory scents began to salivate. Suddenly, out of the pie, burst the figure of a woman, all blue and scantily clad with seductive head tails dangling behind her. She emerged from the pie and began dancing her way towards the steps and the throne of Lord Raavage. Raavage, entranced by her beauty, stood to greet her, meeting her halfway. While everyone was enraptured by the woman, a mysterious form, the Spiderwitch herself, crept into the hall and began to descend from the high rafters. She plopped her hairy black body down beside the throne of the Lord of Nocturnus, who was startled by her sudden presence and leapt back into the seat he had vacated when the blue woman had approached him. The seductress was standing calmly on the steps, waiting for the business of the witch to finish. The guests all eagerly watched to see what might happen next. A stillness hung over the hall as the Spiderwitch and the Lord stared at each other, wits matched in a mental game of chess. Finally the Spiderwitch smiled broadly and gestured at the pie and the woman. "Eat your fill, My Lord, it is all yours," she said. "And when you are finished with both, I shall be waiting for you in your chambers. You see, it has been many years now since my husband died, and I have been so very, very lonely at night, needing the strong embrace of a powerful and virile man. Will you marry me, Lord Raavage?" "What if I say no?" asked Raavage, a hint of nerves appearing in his voice for the first time as he pulled back from the many hairy spider legs. "You have two choices, My Lord," replied the Spiderwitch. "Either award me victory for my pie, or be my husband. Of course, I would prefer both..." The End. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ ........................................................................................................................................................................................ The build with no figures: Thanks for looking! C&C welcome!
  17. Ok everyone, it's time to get building in Nocturnus! And for the chance to win some sweet PRIZES!!! Just so everyone knows, these are not part of the next chapter of Guilds of Historica, but just some fun minichallenges to get new and old builders back into the Darklands! Minichallenge 1: Foreign Aid The need for experienced soldiers in the ongoing Nocturnus Civil War is prompting both sides to seek help from outside the Darklands. Whatever their motivation - be it gold, glory or sympathy for one or the other sides - fighters from across Historica are pouring into Nocturnus. However, one does not simply walk into the Darklands. Those entering Nocturnus must face the challenges of the Kelra Labyrinth or bypass this obstacle by scaling the Rakath Mountains or entering from the jagged, dangerous coastline. Minichallenge requirements: You should show foreign forces entering Nocturnus for either the Black Spire or Nocturnian Resistance. However, they must be depicted passing through the Kelra Labyrinth, traversing the Rakath Mountains or entering Nocturnus from the sea. You can show off one fighter or as many as you can fit within the size limit. Show off your best Avalonian, Mitgardian and Kaliphlin warriors as they intercede on behalf of the Nocturnus Struggle! Size limit: 32x32 with limited overhang Deadline for entries: 11:59 p.m. anywhere in the world on October 1st Prizes will be awarded to the top builder for the Black Spire and the Nocturnian Resistance. This challenge is open to all GoH members, not just Nocturnus. The side you pick to build for has no bearing on future challenges/contests so feel free to pick whichever side you like! If you're sigfig is a member of the Nocturnian Resistance but you want to play devil's advocate and build for Raavage, then do so! Judging will be based on the MOC's story, details, composition and how well it follows the requirements. You must post your entry in a separate thread and provide the link on this thread. Please prefix your entry thread with the title "Nocturnus Minichallenge I:" and then enter the name of your entry. Also, please note at the top of the thread if you are building for the Resistance or the Black Spire. Feel free to discuss the minichallenge in this thread! Here's some recent Nocturnus history for those who need it (this is from the first page of the Nocturnus Discussion thread, if you want to read more): Following the defeat of the Black Mage at Cedrica, the guild of Nocturnus was invaded by the Black Spire, a group consisting of Hand of Corruption soldiers, Varlyrian shock troopers and Drow rebels. Nocturnus is now in chaos. The Black Spire quickly conquered nearly all of Nocturnus before Lord Sslither's forces rallied from Cedrica and a band of brave Historicans from the other three guilds made a brave stand at Abyssian castle, Nocturnus's capital. During the battle at Abyssian, disgraced Avalonian General, Trian Buress was killed by Black Spire forces. The push back from the Nocturnians weaken the Black Spire's grip, but did not break it. Today, the Black Spire has conquered over half of Nocturnus and constructed a fortress, the Obsidian Spike, to serve as a command center for their forces. The Spire now controls all of the eastern and southern portions of Nocturnus while those still loyal to Sslither hold the northern and most of the western lands. And, in case you'd like an example of the Kelra Labyrinth, here's one by the Nocturnian Master himself, IScreamClone: Alright everyone, the moment you've been waiting for: the winners of this challenge! Jacob Nion is the winner in the Black Spire category! Henjin_Quilones is the winner in the Nocturnian Resistance category! Congrats to these two, and a big thanks to all who have participated! Nocturnus has never looked so awesome!
  18. Ok everyone, it's time to get building in Nocturnus! And for the chance to win some sweet PRIZES!!! Just so everyone knows, these are not part of the next chapter of Guilds of Historica, but just some fun minichallenges to get new and old builders back into the Darklands! Minichallenge II: Paying Tribute Nocturnus is a deeply spiritual land, with its residents worshipping numerous gods, deities and saints of the local pantheon. Leaders on both sides of the Nocturnus Struggle have recognized the importance of worship in attaining their goals - the Black Spire much more reluctantly, for Raavage does not easily tolerate sharing fealty, even among celestial beings. As the two sides prepare for battle, various shrines and temples are visited by the troops and civilians alike to pray for victory and safety. Minichallenge requirements: You should show troops or civilians worshipping or visiting sacred sites in Nocturnus. This is a pretty open challenge and builders will have a variety of options for their entries. Statues, temples, shrines, holy sites and other venerated locations are acceptable. Size limit: 16x16 Deadline: 11:59 p.m. anywhere in the world on October 1st Prizes will be awarded to the top builder for the Black Spire and the Nocturnian Resistance. This challenge is open to all GoH members, not just Nocturnus. The side you pick to build for has no bearing on future challenges/contests so feel free to pick whichever side you like! If you're sigfig is a member of the Nocturnian Resistance but you want to play devil's advocate and build for Raavage, then do so! Judging will be based on the MOC's story, details, composition and how well it follows the requirements. You must post your entry in a separate thread and provide a link for it in this thread. Please prefix your entry thread with the title "Nocturnus Minichallenge II:" and then enter the name of your entry. Also, please note at the top of the thread if you are building for the Resistance or the Black Spire. Feel free to discuss the minichallenge in this thread And the winners are: Captain Flint in the Black Spire category! LordDan in the Nocturnian Resistance category! Congrats to these two guys and their awesome entries, and thanks to everyone who participated! Nocturnus is great, isn't it?
  19. The Pies of the Spiderwitch (on behalf of the Resistance) Somewhere in southern Nocturnus, perhaps nestled into the tumbled foothills of the Rakath Mountains, or perhaps near the shores of the salty sea, dwells the Spiderwitch. No one quite knows where she came from, or what she is precisely, or even how long she has dwelt in her halls of weathered stone; but everyone knows to avoid the roads and paths that lead to her treacherous snares. That being said, it seems, for the unwary traveler, especially those merry men from Avalonia come to fight in the civil war, that all paths for miles around lead inexorably towards her tower, as though drawn to the center of a vast web, no matter which direction one turns or how quickly one runs. It is said that she prefers it when they run. She likes the excitement. It is also said about her that no one has ever tasted a pumpkin pie better than that of the Spiderwitch. The veracity of those accounts may be doubted, as no one has ever left from her den alive to spread the tale abroad, but those same rumor-mongers quickly add that no one leaves because they cannot bear to live without the pie. The pumpkin pie is so magical, so enchanted, that even the hideous form of the Spiderwitch is rapturous in its beauty and charm to those under its spell, and the men and elves, and everyone else, never leave because they are so in love with her. So love has blinded them. But who can truly say? If you ever care for a bite, stop by. You might just find yourself a permanent inhabitant. Or ingredient. Bon appétit! Occasionally the Spiderwitch has been known to forget the pumpkins altogether, substituting other, just as tasty, ingredients. But usually she just puts everything into the pie and says the right spells... Edit: In case anyone is wondering how to properly make a pie of this sort, here is the recipe: 6 Avalonian heads, drained 3 medium sized pumpkins, baked and blended 2 c. green slime 2 c. beer 3/4 c. dragon horn, powdered 6 c. shredded carrots 3 stewed orc tongues 5 c. fireweed stalks, diced and cooked 8 c. sugar 1 c. cobweb 2 medium dragon eggs 3 tbsp. cinnamon 1 tbsp. nutmeg 1 tbsp. pure vanilla extract 2 tsp. salt 1 tsp. pixy dust 1 pinch eye of newt Preheat oven to 375°F. Mix all the wet ingredients in a large mixing bowl. In another bowl, mix together the dry ingredients and then gently mix into the wet, being careful to stir briskly to avoid clumps. Grease a large pie pan and pour in the pie mix while muttering the crust incantations. Bake for 45 minutes or until the center is firm. Allow to cool for several hours. Serving suggestion: Whipped Avalonian blood topping and a nice pumpkin spice beer to wash it down. Serves 10-15. __________________________________________________________________________________ .................................................................................................................................................................... Thanks for looking! C&C welcome. There are more pictures on Flickr, too, if you click on any of the pictures above. I do not have a light brick, but by shining a flashlight through the back of the oven I thought it created a nice fiery glow.
  20. Build for the Black Spire. From Orcish Marshes, through the snowy mountains of Mitgardia and deeper into darklands the orcs for help the Black Spire now traveling through Rakath Mountains, the area inhabited by mysterious creatures Worrakaths, which with its long tentacles catch and kill everything in their path. Even the bravest orcs are afraid of this terrible way.
  21. Resistance sympathizer King Zalgel has sent Urkan, his chief general, from his city of Griznâg in the depths of the Enchanted Forest of Avalonia to join with his royal cousin, Frykka the Brown, in Nocturnus in battle against the traitorous Black Spire. To get there, the band of orcish soldiers has had to brave many hazards, from fierce-eyed Elvish hunters, roaming human cavalry patrols, deserts, fell beasts, and now, at last, the towering Rakath Mountains. On the eastern side of those lofty peaks runs a river, red as freshly spilled human blood, called the Sayn Gwinos River by those who have made the maps. A single bridge crosses the that crimson stream, passing through the ensnaring webs of many deadly spiders. Will the orcs make it to Frykka's warband alive, to swell the ranks of the Resistance against Raavage's tyrannical reign, or will they perish in the mountains, struck down by noxious rivers and venomous arachnids? Time alone will tell... ___________________________________________________ ...................................................................................................... Introducing my second build for the Nocturnian Minichallenges. The photography hopefully looks quite a bit better for this one as I took some advice I was given and took the pictures outside in a shady spot with my old point-and-shoot digital camera. All the grey for the rocks makes me appreciate LittleJohn's Nordheim Fjall that much more...
  22. For the Black Spire. Many centuries ago, a large spherical object appeared in the lands now called Nocturnus. The inhabitants of this land found the stone-like sphere, unsure of what it was, they approached the sphere and as the grew closer to it, a low humming sound could be heard originating from the object. Scared they attempted to move it, it could not be moved, pushed, lifted, nor rolled. So they tried to break it, open it maybe, believing the humming was maybe coming from a creature inside, no matter what they tried, how hard they hit, even the magic of powerful wizards wouldn't lave but a scratch. Learning of the near indestructibility of the sphere, the inhabitants fear grew stronger towards it, so they turned to praying to the sphere in the hopes that whatever was inside would not harm them if ever it emerged. They built a shrine for the sphere, and only the combined magic of the most powerful wizards could lift the impossibly heavy object, to place it in the shrine. Back to the present day, and the Sphere still remains in the shrine after all this time, a mage known as the Purple Mage has learnt of the existence of the mystical sphere and wishes to harness its power and invulnerability. After studying ancient documents, him and his assistant have found the location of the shrine of the Sphere. - Come you foolish creature, it is here, the ancient Sphere! - I will require drops of your blood... The Purple Mage slices open the hand of L'aark, letting out a small snort. - Now place your hand on the Sphere... Not that one you fool, the one dripping with blood! As L'aark placed his bloody hand on the Sphere, and The Purple Mage chanted and ancient spell, the red markings on the floor progressively started growing until they reached the large ston bowls. The cristals light up and shot blood red beams of light into the sky. Clouds gather above the shrine creating a swirling storm, lightning striking the small sphere atop the shrine, sending electricity surging through into the sphere. Magenta smoke whirled around the Sphere, before being absorbed by the mages staff. Its power had been extracted, the Sphere crumbled into pieces... Only realising the deadline for Nocturnus Minichallenges I and II was today, I decided to whip something up quick. Always wanted to use the Indiana Jones boulder, so this was a good opportunity. Thanks for looking!
  23. Building for the Spire read first: For days now they had been marching through the mountains. Yvern had found a pretty large group of Bulls willing to join them, after talking to Davok. Now the expedition, under formal lead of Thornn and Spyrus, and Davok and Yvern, was crossing the Kyrrath Mountains. Tonight they could rest in the ruins of an ancient abandoned Orc fortress, Khazrat. Yet when they came closer, there was an unusual stench in the air. Spyrus and Davok went on, while the rest halted. When they neared the entrance to the fortress, Spyrus said: "This is Orc-scent. That would be that Resistance regiment. See? He didn't wipe them out, filthy Yudha. "How did you call me?" An unwelcome but familiar face appeared above them, just outside the gate the ruins of Khazrat Spyrus: "Why... what... what are you doing here?" Yudha: "Easy...helping my new friends to prevent some impetuous young men from assisting the spire... They pay me well enough" Davok: "Treacherous scum... Is mony indeed all you are after?" Yet Yudha disappeared through the gate. Davok: "The fortress will be occupied. Yet there is no way back now. The fortress doors have rotten away over time, so our best chances are to rush in..", and he shouted a signal. Immediatly the whole expedition started to run, with their weapons ready, not knowing where the enemy might appear... the ruins of Khazrat the ruins of Khazrat the ruins of Khazrat the ruins of Khazrat So, I have been working on this for a pretty long time: I wanted to hit some birds with one stone: I wanted to make ruins, and to make a round tower. I am pretty happy with the architecture of the (front) wall and the tower, yet they don't really get the attention they deserve in this build, I think. The tower has an half collapsed part, and the wall has some chunk out of it, made with different slope bricks.
  24. We are the left-overs of nobility. The fourth child, the cousin, the uncle. Far from the line of succession, without hope of ruling lands ourselves. Our brothers might become mighty lords, but we must toil for our own glory. So when the Valyrian came and called for aid against the horrors of Nocturnus, we heard that call. I, Sir Augustus Maneworth, fourth son of Lord Tybolt Maneworth, took it upon myself to lead this expedition. Many of my old friends joined me: Sir Arcas Bearington, strong and boisterous as his namesake. Sir Prester Equinnon, his House renowned for its horsemen. Robin Oakly, common-born but of great standing as a hunter. And many more, from Houses great and small. Together, we would show the monsters of Nocturnus how true Avalonian knights fight, and shower ourselves in glory. Two months ago, we departed from Albion. Such a sight to behold, that was: banners streaming in the wind, sunlight gleaming of swords and shields, destriers snorting in the morning air. Maidens threw flowers and kisses from their balconies, and boys ran alongside us, wishing strength to our arms and swords. For the first weeks, we rode through the Avalonian countryside. We slept in comfortable inns, if we weren’t feasted by the Lords whose castles we passed. Those easy comforts were nowhere to be find when we entered the heartlands of Historica. Here we were thrown back to what we could hunt, as well as the provisions we had taken. No longer did we sleep in feather beds, but in bedrolls on the hard cold ground around a campfire. This we took in stride, as we of course couldn’t expect comfortable beds on our grand adventure. But then, our provisions started to dwindle: we first ran out of honeyed larks, only halfway to the Kelra Labyrinths. Orange cakes soon followed, and the last wine was drunk as the peaks of the Rakath Mountains appeared in the distance. Some started grumbling, unfamiliar with the sensation of not having whatever they want at hand. But we pushed on, even though our meals were down to dried meat, cheese and bread. Looking back, those days were still easy and comfortable. Then, we arrived at the Kelra Labyrinths. That first day, we were full of hope. After navigating the maze, we would only need to cross a mountain pass, and we’d be in Nocturnus. We had a map of the Labyrinths, and were confident that Robin could find the way. The sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky, and though we bones in our path, it couldn’t be dangerous to Avalonian knights, couldn’t it? That dream was brutally ripped from us come nightfall. As the shadows lengthened, breezes started stirring, turning the entire maze in a wind organ. Then, when the sun dipped below the horizon, the howls started. Most of us had heard wolves before, but this was different. Somehow, these sounded cold, malicious. And sometimes, suddenly, a scream would pierce the air. We camped down for the night, lighting torches to keep the howlers away. Eventually, most of us were able to get some sleep, but still the howling rang on. We woke to a cold, clinging mist. Then came a terrifying discovery: the larger part of our party was gone. Of the two score knights that had set out from Albion, only I and a dozen others remained. The others had vanished, with their horses and belongings. Had they gone on without us? Had the howlers gotten them, and taken their belongings away? Or was there an even more mysterious force at work? We continued on through the fog. Robin Oakly remained to us, and we could easily find the way. The following weeks, we traversed the Labyrinths, fighting off monsters of the maze, trying to survive. The landscape was surprisingly varied: from narrow twisting passageways open to the sky, to great complexes of spires and bridges, to entire abandoned cities in the heart of the maze. Who might have constructed this great Labyrinth and for what reason we might never know, but I can’t help but feel in awe of its grandeur and sheer scale. Many of us have passed away, falling to beasts and other hazards. But we pushed on. We are knights of Avalonia. It takes more than a maze of horrors to stop us. In the pictures, the surviving knights are ambushed by a tentacled monster that has hidden itself in a well. Looks like they have to look a bit further for water to drink! I wanted to have a bit of a new take on the maze, and I quite liked the idea of having a city built within the maze, with the streets functioning as passageways. I also liked how it added to the mystery of the maze. The small plaza is surrounded by a (now overgrown) park, some arcades that perhaps hosted shops, and a half-collapsed house. A traveler has already passed this way, and was ambushed as well. He fled into the abandoned house, but found out that he couldn’t leave because of the monster in the well. He soon died of his injuries and thirst. This foreign aid is going to the Black Spire!
  25. On behalf of the Resistance in Nocturnus: Deep beneath the Rakath Mountains, hidden from those uninitiated into the Cult of Kanohau, the god of Fire and Volcanoes, lies the holy temple of Kanohau. Even most Nocturnians are unaware of its existence, or of the race that tends it, for it has but newly made contact with the dwellers of the upperlands. There, in the heart of an active volcano, the lava-born gather each summer solstice, when the sky-fire burns the longest, and offer their gifts to their powerful god. The offerings of food and wine are intended to feed the hunger of the fire-god, who could starve otherwise without the added fuel, and ensure that the flames continue to warm the people of the lava and that the rivers of lava continue to visit their towns and homes. The food and wine offered are taken from the upperlands, plunder from raids to the surface, proof of the power of the lava-born. The entrance to the temple is carved from the surrounding bedrock. The fiery face of Kanohau greets the acolyte daring enough to approach, glowing in its wall-shrine. A bridge connects another part of the cavern to the temple itself, arching over a river of molten lava pouring out of the temple. Here Magmarthan, a queen in her land to the west, beneath a newly-risen volcano, pays tribute to Kanohau, accompanied by her minions. Kanohau especially likes turkey legs and sausages, but fish and sometimes even vegetables are also acceptable tribute. And wine. Kanohau loves wine, but only the dry red varieties, like a nice Cabernet Sauvignon. White wine is for sissy deities, and beer is for horses. Queen Magmarthan is well-aware of Kanohau's preferences and has chosen an excellent vintage of CabSauv stolen from the finest vintner in Avalonia. Within the temple are three shrines. The main, central shrine is to Kanohau himself, while the other two are shrines to Gem of Eternal Fire, said by the lava-born to be the source of all fire in the world, and to Kilahau, Kanohau's semi-divine son, the first king of the lava-born, who was conceived when Kanohau laid with a river of lava. .............................................................................................................................. _______________________________________________________________ This is my entry to the second Nocturnus minichallenge. It was rather difficult to photograph as I designed it with too much enclosed space, preventing light from getting to the middle of it. However, the shrines are easy to remove to provide access to the interior space. I still find myself wishing for a better camera and better photography "studio", as the pictures hardly do it justice in my opinion, but they are the best I can do with my current budget and resources. C&C is welcome. *I have edited the post to include an affiliation; I chose the Resistance for this post because I imagine the lava-born do not like the Drow, being competition for underground space, and they reside in the western portion of Nocturnus under the Rakath Mountains.