Jakorin Swiftsword

Here's my guy! Signing up for Kawashita as an explorer! Along with thumbnail size.

Awesome stuff here fellas! Sign me up as a Kawashita explorer!

Cat A #4 #2 #11 Cat B #1 #2 #6 Cat C #5 #7 #1

Haha! I gotta say, this is a good one. Funny and well built.

I apologize for going over the limit, guys. I didn't see it, even up to this point until Jacob brought it up. I must have confused the limit size with one of the others and went with a 32x32. I'll completely understand if the build gets disqualified.

Thanks Garmadon! Thanks! I figured I'd do a nice story for the build this time. Glad to know its appreciated.

Excellent work!

Is the Drow Challenge still open?

Here's my entry. Forgot to post it here earlier: http://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=108851

Nice job Adair!

Thank you! Thanks Graham! Honestly, I didn't have enough Ulandus or DK figs to make a battle scene. I had to compensate. Thank you! I'm glad you like it! Thank you! Thanks a lot! Thank you! Thanks LittleJohn! Thanks, I was hoping someone would notice that! I'm afraid my loyalties lie with the High Council to the last. Thanks for the comment though. Thanks Captain!

Jakorin assembled all the men he had left. Being beaten and battered all over Kaliphlin had taken its toll. Nearly half his fighting force dead or wounded. It was no wonder the morale of his men was low as he took his place at the front of one of the entrances to Amrakect. Behind him, his men said nothing, their silence casting a shadow of doubt over his troubled mind. His helmet under one arm, shield and spear cradled in the other, he sighed wearily as the tan cloud of dust that had assembled into the sky made its way ever closer to their position. He didn't turn to see his men's reaction as the first sight of Nocturnian Desert King followers crested the hill, but instead looked beyond the enemy and the dust cloud to the blue sky above. Kaliphlin had a beautiful sky... Not a single cloud obscured it. The frightening sound of the repetitive marching met his ears, but he did not fear it. Simply, he acknowledged it. It was here. It had to be faced. It was Anvilon's duty. Or was it? He turned to his men, their eyes full of fear and anger. Not angry at Jakorin, but for friends lost, sore limbs, and the constant thought of home. The same feelings that also filled Jakorin's heart with suffering over the past few months. He turned back forward as a bat-like creature on a horse waving a white flag of truce approached. Jakorin wasn't sure if he regretted joining personally in this war. Putting his men's lives on the line, and risking throwing Anvilon into confusion should he himself die. He'd told his people and soldiers that what happened to Kaliphlin directly affected Avalonia. But was that true? Ulandus simply wanted to reunite. Was that something to get his soldiers killed over? The Desert King wanted Kaliphlin for himself. Was that really Jakorin's business? Who was to say if Avalonia would be negatively or positively affected by the outcome of the war? From the looks of things, the Desert King was crushing all resistance, forming powerful alliances, and storming cities all over Kaliphlin. Cities like Amrakect. These tormenting thoughts swirled in his head as the sun settled directly over them. Midday, Jakorin thought to himself as the man-bat halted his glossy black steed directly in front of him. For a moment, neither said a word. But the bat didn't have all day to claim this city. "A strange day, my Avalonian friend," he said, his words smooth and alluring. "A Nocturnian army face to face with an Avalonian army on Kaliphlin soil." Jakorin peered up to meet the bat's red eyed gaze. "Strange indeed," he replied simply, "But these are dark times." He added the latter portion of his statement coldly. The man-bat laughed, unaffected. "My name is Atirus," he said with a tone that clearly meant it was time for business. "I am ordering you and your men to stand down, and get out of our way!" Jakorin allowed himself a small grin, causing Atirus' brow to furrow in anger. "You know I can't do that," Jakorin jeered, "I am forbidden by my Avalonian honor to run from the spear of Nocturnus scum like you." Atirus frowned angrily and spit at Jakorin's feet. "You humans disgust me! I'll cut you down! You and your honor!" he barked furiously. He crumpled the white flag up in his fist and then chucked it in Jakorin's direction. It missed Jakorin's face by an inch or so, angering Atirus even more. He turned his horse forcefully and trotted away back to his large score of soldiers. Jakorin nodded. "Then let it begin." He threw on his helmet, his view of the world now through the cuts in his visor. He took up his spear in his right hand and the green shield in the other. He backed slowly into the front line of men at the entrance. But instead of falling to the rear as the leader should, he stayed put, shield and spear raised into position. "M'lord," a soldier to his right said, wonderment filling his face, "would the back not be a more suitable place?" But Jakorin merely laughed, its echo muffled by the helmet. "Nay," he answered, "I'd like to have a better view of our enemies faces when they realize they aren't getting into the city this day. Or any day. ARE YOU WITH ME, MEN?! ONE MORE TIME!" "HUZZAH!, HUZZAH!, HUZZAH," they chanted, shields and spears pumped back and forth into the air. From across the field, the signal for the charge was given. Shields settled into place and spears were lowered to eye level. The ground vibrated with their charge. Then, they clashed... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for looking! C and C is always appreciated! Enjoy!

Brilliant! A lovely portrayal of Kaliphlin!

Awesome, lovin' this scene!

Regarding the leaf elements, they are from Brickwarriors. Originally meant as part of the tribal helmet but I put them to better use.

True. But then again, no one was around. It could have been anyone.

Counter to LordDan on L2: http://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=108737

A counter to LordDan's Guerilla: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=108435 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep in the woods of Esterbroke, a small crowd finally disperses from the long speech just given by an Avalonian supporter of the Desert King. Once the field is empty of all but the speaker, the Kaliphlin assassin emerges from the dark shadows of the woods. The speaker notices him, but shows him little concern. FInally he hears the soon-to-be-assailant speak. "Silence is golden," he says, just before he attacks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for looking!

There, now it has to work. Can you see it now?

Brilliant work ME!

Great build LJ!

Welcome to GoH! An excellent intro! Intriguing story, nice build, brilliant fig posing. I look forward to more!

Thanks ME!

Awesome work! Those buildings are really great!

Thanks Graham! I made it private for a while. How about now?