Adair

Thank you, LittleJohn! Glad you like it! Very glad you like it.

Thank you, Captain! Yes, I've been practicing for years. Thank you, Robin! I hope it fit's the context well enough...

Glad you like it, Robin!

Thanks, Graham! Thank you, Vladivus! Glad you like it! Thanks, Jorrith! Unfortunately you'll have to wait a few weeks for the next episode, but I'll try to get it up as soon as possible.

A Free-build for the Guilds of Historica, and a continuation of the story of Adira Magdeburg. Please check here: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=112694 and the ones before it for backstory. The setting sun cast long shadows across the street, painting what was not in shadow in a fiery glow. Adira ground to a halt, her lungs screaming, waiting for Havers to catch up. Soon the sound of uneven foot-falls sounded behind her, along with the higher notes of wood on stone, and Havers was beside her, breathing heavily. “Captain, I assume you have a course of action in mind?” His words came between breaths. Adira nodded, clasping her hands behind her head. “The town chapel... He'll be there.” Not waiting for Havers to reply, Adira set off again toward the center of the town. Slowly the dirt roads gave way to pavement, and the streets became narrower. As she ran, a sense of foreboding settled upon Adira's mind. She tried to ignore it, but it kept asserting itself. There is still a chance the mummy was lying... we might get there only to find the local priest, going about his business. Yet even as the thought presented itself Adira knew it was not true. There was no lie in that mummy's eyes, it is Sirhan. Tall buildings surrounded them, many of them quite strange in their style. The curve in the street that would lead them to the open square in which the chapel was placed grew closer and closer before them. Finally Adira turned, and stopped in her tracks. Her heart sank, and a cold finger of terror crawled up her spine. A small group of people, and mummies, surrounded the chapel steps. Adira's gaze passed over the Mummy general and several of his elite soldiers, one holding the local priest at sword-point. The one Mummy Lord in black stood on the steps, and beside him stood Sirhan, still wearing the mask, but now decked out in a magnificent suit of golden armor. Anger boiled up within Adira's chest, and she drew her sword, but then her eyes alighted on the two figures at the floor of the steps. One was a hooded man, holding a knife to an orc's neck. The orc looked remarkably similar to... Udgr. Sargent Udgr's eyes were hazy as he looked up toward her, but when he saw her they widened with a look of despair. “Adira?...” A guttural, raspy laugh echoed down the street as the Mummy General stepped in front of the bloodied orc. “My return is unexpected? Well that's too bad. I hope I didn't interrupt anything.” His voice lost all humor instantly. “Drop. Your. Sword.” A hush fell over the street. Adira could hear the ragged breathing from her left where Havers stood. All eyes were on her. Haver's voice was desperate. “Don't give in. You would be just playing to their schemes! For all we know the orc could be one of them as well...” The clang of metal against stone echoed around the square. For a moment all was silent. Then the same raspy laughed cut into Adira's mind, and the General took another step toward her. “Your pliability surprises me, Lady Navabi. I shall give your colleague, Sirhan, more credibility in the future. Now as for you and your friend here, Havers, was it? I want you both to...” A sudden thud yanked Adira's attention toward the chapel steps, just in time to see Udgr leap onto the hooded assassin's prone form, and cleave the man's blade into it's owner's head. Chaos ensued. Havers charged the temporarily distracted Mummy who had been advancing on him, plunging his cutlass into the creep's neck. An elderly wood-cutter Adira hadn't noticed before sneaked up behind the Mummy general and stabbed him in the back, only to get cut down himself. Adira grasped the hooded man's knife and flung it toward the other Mummy who was guarding the priest, embedding it in his neck. A sudden gasp drew Adira's gaze back toward where Udgr had been standing. The orc stood there, staring at her with unseeing eyes, the end of a curved blade protruding from his chest. Sirhan stood behind him, his gleaming eyes staring strait at her. Adira's heart stopped. She barely noticed the Mummy Lord in black advancing toward her. Udgr... A flash of color flew through Adira's line of vision as Havers attacked the Mummy Lord with flurry of cuts and slices that made the creature take a step back. Adira was momentarily distracted, and when she looked back Sirhan was on the church steps, still staring at her. Anger, like a volcano, began to rise in Adira's heart, along with something even more bitter. The hatred burned in her soul unlike anything she had felt before, and before she knew it she was picking up her blade and starting forward. A slow smile curled Sirhan's mouth. Then the Mummy Lord was retreating down the street, along with the wounded General. Sirhan's gaze flickered toward them before moving back to her as he followed them down the street. There was no malice in his eyes, only a lazy satisfaction that infuriated her beyond words. Havers pulled up beside her, panting hard. Together they watched the three of them retreat slowly down the street. Neither said a word. Suddenly Adira remembered Udgr. Turning on her heel she ran back and dropped to her knees beside the still body of the orc Sargent. Desperately she felt for a pulse. The orc's wrist was as lifeless as his eyes, clouded over and staring off into space. Numbly she held his hand, her finger still waiting vainly for the sign of life that would never come. Something in her mind snapped, though she couldn't care what, and she looked up. Havers was standing beside her, graciously silent, and the priest was beyond him, glancing around nervously. Seeing her eyes on him, the man spoke quickly and urgently. “The Mummy King's hordes are all 'round the city, m'Lady. Many citizens have fled, and we'll soon be surrounded if we don't hurry!” “We need to call the retreat, Captain.” Havers said, gently but firmly. “What are your orders?” Adira stared out over square and drew a deep breath. The silence hung. Finally she looked back up into Haver's face, a steely resolve in her eyes. “Gather the men at the Raven's-Brook tavern just outside of the city. The Desert-King scum have invaded Estolad, and they will die in Estolad.” To be continued... The build. Please ignore the random London paraphernalia lying about, and the general modern look of the second house. This is a reused build. Soli Deo Gloria & Sola Gracia!

Nice narrative and figs!

Wow, Thanks Graham!

Glad things are happy in Trifork, if not in Estolad. Keep it up!

Great work here, Jorrith! Love the architecture and swamp-lands! Keep it up!

Nice water and dam!

It was the mask, I know. Thanks, Isaac! Thank you, Gideon! Hope to not keep you waiting too long. Thank you, Captain Dee! Your comments are a continual encouragement! "Sure, let's go with that." I thought that if water was susch a torment, whiskey... Thank you, Blufiji! It is my pleasure!

Thanks, Carson! Glad you like the build! In case you're interested, the links at the top bring you back to where my story started.

Thank you, m'Lord! Very glad you like them, LittleJohn! Thank you! Glad I was able to pull it off well.

A free-build for the Guilds of Historica and a continuation of the story of Adira Magdeburg. Check here: http://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=111919 and the ones before for backstory. “AAAAAAAGGGH!!!!” The sound of the Mummy's screaming echoed through the tunnels of the abandoned mine, as bone-chilling and terrifying as the Mummy himself. His pale skin was rent in places, and his face held a snarl terrifying enough to make a gargoyle swoon in fright. And his voice, a hollow hiss of a sound, now rent the air in brain-rending screaches. Adira almost would have preferred to have him gagged, if not for the purpose of their torture, namely; information. Adira leaned toward, everything in her wanting to throw up at the smell that assaulted her nose. But she kept her face impassive, staring into the Mummy's eyes, twin wells of death. His hatred and agony smote her almost harder then the smell, but she refused to look away. “Do not think we will stop for fear of any threats you make, we are your masters now, and we will not stop until you tell us what we want to know. Who is the Dark Mummy Lord? How do the Desert King forces know the mountain passes? Who told them?” The Mummy let out a shriek, nearly defeaning her. Adira leaned back, taking a breath of the slightly fresher air, and motioned toward the village drunkard, the only person they could get to caryout the torture. The man giggled, stone-deaf to the horror in front of him, and lifted a bottle he had been drinking out of a moment before. “Want some more drink, buddy?” The Mummy shrieked again as the whiskey burn over his leg. Adira winced, looking away from the creature's bulging eyes and wide open mouth toward where Havers stood near the door, watching the mummy intently. The drunk paused to take a sip, and Adira leaned forward again. “Give us a name. Who is the traitor?” The drunkard finished his prolonged sip and lifted the bottle again. The Mummy stared at it, terror in his eyes. His eyes diluted and he gasped out one word. “Sirhaaaaaaaaaaaan.” Adira raised a hand and the Drunkard paused, staring at the hand. Slowly Adira's mind wrapped around the word. Sirhan. Was he referring to the Mummy Lord, or the traitor? It can't be... Adira glanced up at Havers, who was now staring at her. His eyes showed some surpirse, but mostly anger. Adira's palms began to sweat and she slowly let out a breath. Sirhan is a common name, couldn't it be someone else? A villager they didn't know about? But Adira already knew. Only the Sirhan she knew could tell the Desert King everything he had learned about their plans. Adira leaped into action. Grabbing her sword she bolted towad the door. Havers started after her then stopped. “Wait. We must search this out first. What if the Mummy lied to us?” “What if he didn't?” Adira shot back, her hand wrapping around the key in her pocket. She turned toward the door and deftly unlocked it. “We have no time to lose.” Then she was out of the door, sprintinting down the tunnel. There was a pause, then uneven footsteps bounded behind her, Havers trying his best on his peg leg to keep up with her. The light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter and brighter, and she had to squint, even if it was only moonlight. One thought pounded through her head, burrowing deeper into her consciousness with every foot-fall. It was Sirhan all along. It was Sirhan. To be continued... Da build. I know this might a stretch to call this an abandoned mine, but I hope it suffices. And a parting shot of the drunkard... in front of an empty table. o_0 Expect the next episode in a few days. Oh, and sorry for the blurry second Picture and any spelling or grammatical errors I might have overlooked. Soli Deo Gloria & Sola Gracia!

Great work, Bregir! Love the architecture!

Thanks, Gideon! Ok, I shall attempt to keep that in mind.

Great! So I'll probably be posting this build some time next month, probably later next month. Thanks for your cooperation and assistance!

Oh... I used Lego Bard the Bowman's head for him... does this work? If not, I guess I can fit this build in some-where else.

Great! I was hoping to use Aturl Prndrn ( I already have a MOC photographed showing him, or as close as I could get to him). Is that ok with you? I have, and while the quality is good, and they look good, they are rather hard to integrate into normal Lego landscapes, because of their non-Lego coloring. If that doesn't bother you, then go ahead! Otherwise, think about it a while.

I assume the name Sdair has nothing to do with my own name? That said, I would like to do a crossover next month, if you are up to it.

Thank you, Isaac! As far as my storyline goes... you should be surprised.

And I am very very glad to hear this from you. I am glad you like it!

Wow, thank you ME! This is some serious compliments, and I shall not take them lightly! As to the lighting; yes, most certainly. My lamps are so weak, and I need to replace them... Thanks a lot, Balbo! You can attribute the color scheme to Legonardo, from his Old Poggard's Mill. :)

We love you too, Andrew. Thank you, Garmaddon! I'm glad you like it so much! I shall attempt to keep meeting everyone's expectations. Thanks very much, Capt'n! Ok, and sure thing! I shall look forward to seeing you build!

Thank you, Jakorin! It pleases me to here such praise from a master such as yourself.