Spader

Welcome, Chirsto, to the best faction. BTW, I just finished my first AoM build.

My first build for the Age of Mitgardia freebuild challenge. Category- Defense. Sub-Category- Tower, Phase 1. ------------------------------------- After returning from the raid on Nocturnus, we had encountered bad luck. Lydia's father had been kidnapped by one of the local Jarl's bullyboys. Lydia has told us she would hunt for he father. Wulf agreed, on the condition that someone accompany her. I, naturally, was the first choice. I knew this region of Mitgardia well, and I was a tracker, unlike my fellow crewmembers. So Lydia and I had set out, in hope of Finding her father. And here we were, at the boarders of Skaljarik, and Jarl Arian's domain. But try as I might, I couldn't convince Lydia to go there for help. So we pushed on. "Where's this, Logan," she asked. "The Outpost, we call it," I replied. "It's manned 8 months out of the year, but not now." "Can we camp here?" "Sure. It's a bit cold, but as good a shelter you'll find in the next day or so." Sirius, my dog, had also come with us. He, too, was a tracker. "Smell anything, Sirius?" I asked, knowing I'd get no answer. But Sirius' large, bushy tail waged, meaning there weren't any other beings in the immediate area. Sirius and I quickly ascended the steps. "Should I get us some meat?" Lydia wondered, looking up at us. "No," I replied. "The Outpost has food enough. It was true. The temperature was such that the meat remained frozen, and therefore didn't go stale. It had saved many a travelers life. And saved my stomachache from growling on more then one occasion. A few hours later, we had a warm fire, and were both sitting content after a good meal. Even Sirius had quite a bit to eat. Something had been bugging me, so I decided to ask Lydia. "Why would your father be kidnapped?" "Oh," She replied. "well, that's probably due to the fact that he challenges authority. A lot," she added. "He can really make a nuisance of himself. But he's a good person, and a great fighter. That's why most people tolerate him. "What about you father?" She asked, her curiosity aroused. "He's dead," I said, trying not to let her see the deep hurt it cause me to say those words. She realized how I felt, and said, "Sorry. I shouldn't have asked." "No, I replied. "You had no way of knowing." "Thanks for agreeing to come," She said, changing the subject. "I doubt any of the other's would have." Anything for a a friend," I replied, happy to talk about something else. But then I noticed how dark it was. "I'll take the first shift," I told her. "Is that really necessary?" "It is if we want to make sure no one sneaks up on us," I replied, not unkindly. As I took the shift, I thought over my actions in the last week or so. First, I had defied my closest friend, because of my continence. Then I had agreed to accompany someone I had only recently meet on a tracking mission that could very possibly be deadly. But in the end, I felt justified in both courses of action. As I looked out, I saw one of my favorite sights. The Northern Lights! For some reason, they soothed my soul. As much as this land was rugged and dangerous, it had an innate beauty, one that was not lost upon me. As Sirius and I gazed at the Northern Lights, I knew, despite everything else, I was proud to be a Mitgardian. I was proud to be a Raider, and even more proud to say I did have a continence. Builder's notes: For my first try with the rounded wall, I think it turned out well. Tell me what you think! Author's notes: So as usual, my story is pretty short, but I will have more depth in my next build. In any case, enjoy!

Interesting....Valyrio isn't head from much.

love the goat, and nice work on the custom figs.

Not sure what I think of the dark red, but overall good build!

Great build! The goat and Husky are really nice as well. But as said, nice build!

Thanks!

Nice figs....the eagle soldier has to be my favorite. Nice work!

Neat! These are really well done.

Return of Fantasy Era? That would certainly be welcome, especially with the ending of the LOTR/Hobbit line.....

Yeah, regretfully the Vikings of history didn't think like Logan.....

Wow! Epic battle. Also, great figs!

Hmmm. Like the poster. Great slogan for a spy movie.........or a civil war.

Thanks! Yeah, the story is coming along quite nicely Thanks! I try to put as much effort into my Mocs as possible. But this annoying thing called life keeps getting in the way.......

Yep. Exactly where I wanted Skaljarik.

Very impressive! The roof looks great, as does the stonework. And I love the bell.

Thanks! Yeah, as said, story writing is a talent of mine. Thanks for the comment!

Possibly the best series I've seen. Nice work!

Wow! Impressive build! The stonework is good, even if I don't like the slope-as-panel design in general.

Thanks! Yep, my character is definitely fighting against them! Thanks! I really love the look of fall leaves, thus the use of Red and Orange here.

Yeah...shoulda done that. Oh well.

Can a build for this also be a build for the Age of Mitgardia challenge?

Thanks! I really enjoy writing the story, almost as much as building the scene.

http://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=105237 Will you tolerate this? | Andrew Spader | Mitgardia

As we sailed to pick up our kin from the north, I pondered my position. I was on the eve of my first real battle. Sure, I had fought, but I had never fought to the death. But this would be my revenge, I told myself. Revenge for my father. There was our northern kin. In the battle party was Rex Thorhammer, two raiders I didn't know, and an archer. Looking closer, I realized the archer was a girl. And the girl was quite pretty. Then Brandr Eraksson broke through my thoughts. “If you don't mind the shoreline, Logan, we're going to run aground.” After we loaded the war party on, Wulf and Rex went to the cabin to discuss the raid, leaving me in charge of the tiller. As I held it firmly, surveying the sea, the girl came up to the deck. “So you're Wulf's first mate,” she said. “Yes,” I replied. I felt the need to say something, but I felt an even greater need to not look like an idiot. She sensed my inner struggle, and answered the question on the tip of my tongue. “I'm Lydia, by the way.” “Good to meet you, Lydia.” Well, at least I could string a few words together. I didn't exactly have much experience talking to girls. “My name is Logan Fleetfoot.” “Why fleetfoot?” Here, at least, was a question that I could answer. “Well, back in Skaljarik, when we go bear hunting, I was named fleetfoot for my ability to move around the wood without making noise. It's a skill that has helped a lot.” “I'll bet.” We went on talking, right up until we reached the Nocturnian coast. I was shocked. It was at least a 8 hour voyage, even with a triangular sail. I was just as surprised to learn that I enjoyed talking to Lydia. I wondered idly how many such raids she had been on. I eventually asked her. “This is my first time,” she told me. “You?” “This is my first as well. It's not the same, is it?” “No, I should think not.” We had landed on the beach without much trouble. Having followed the river, we came upon the forces of the Black Spire. One was a dark knight, and all the rest were goblins and orcs. It was time for battle. As we began the fight, I quickly noted that I could defeat the goblins fairly easily. I wrote it down to that the goblins were poor fighters. But the truth was it was my own skill. I was a competent ax man, but where I came from, competent was the equivalent of “Skilled and highly dangerous”. We had gone through the goblin ranks like a knife through hot butter, and I had come upon a farmer. Well, if he fought, thus be it. He would die. But he didn't fight. He begged me, “Northerner, I have a family. A wife, children. Have mercy.” Now I had started a quest for revenge upon those responsible for my father's death. In the background, Wulf ordered, “Kill him.” I started, but then stopped. My anger was because raiders had taken my father from me. I would not visit the same punishment on some poor farmer's family. I murmered under my breath to the farmer, “run”. Then I turned to Wulf. “No. I will not kill him.” Wulf glared at me. “He's the enemy,” he almost shouted at me. “My father was taken from me,” I started. “And there is a hole in my heart for him that will never be replaced. I will not visit that punishment on some poor Nocturnian farmer's family.” Wulf, with an enormous effort, mastered his anger. Together, we tuned back to the Black Knight. Wulf let out an enormous roar, and swung his ax in a murderous side-stroke. My ax kept the sword at bay. Wulf's ax hit the bewitched horse head on, and it fell. The Black Knight rose, and shouted, while running in the opposite direction, “You'll pay for this, Wulf Stormbreaker.” As we walked back to the ship, Wulf pulled me aside. “Why the devil did you defy me?” I wanted to say nerves, but I decided avoiding the truth was a bad idea. “Because it would have been wrong.” “Wrong? His people killed your father!” “But not him. Every day, I feel the loss of my father,” I continued, gathering resolve. “I will not visit that pain upon someone else. Otherwise, I'm no better then they are. I watched Wulf's anger slowly fade. I hoped I hadn't pushed him too far. Author's notes: So the story was a bit shorter then I wanted, but oh well. Builder's notes: The builds aren't as large as I would like, but school has been brutal. In any case, I hope you guys like it,