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Gerargh Borikh Gerargh, (N-22) Gerargh looked around his cabin curiously. No one there. No one is there. He marched around the room, swaying in the manner of a drunk ox as he went. He suddenly paused in front of a cabinet, and hastily grabbed a candle from one one the shelves. He lit it just as hastily, before placing it on the old wooden table before him. He looked around once more. No one was there. No one but his whip. Just stay quiet and it won't take notice of you, he thought. Gerargh produced a torn piece of cloth from his pocket, messily screwed up into a cylendar shape. He unravelled it carefully until it stretched across the table, revealing a map. Gerargh snatched a crescent-shaped knife that had long been rusted from the table. He silently studied the map before him, the knife dangling precariously from his left hand. "Ah.." Gerargh examined the map closer, "Ah, hah, hah, hah, haha.." Slowly and steadily, he lowered the knife blade towards the map. Once the tip lay against the surface of the map, he began to carefully move it, across the Undead Sea, towards the shores of the Elflands, and then.. Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud. Gerargh's head suddenly shifted to the door. His eyes stared widely, before drooping back to their normal size. The noise had startled him. "Sir.." "Come in, Borikh." Gerargh's loyal Commodore Borikh entered cautiously, fiddling with the hilt of the sword sheathed in his boar hide belt. "What is it you wish to discuss, Borikh?" Borikh suddenly stood straight, tightening his grip on the sword hilt. His face was stern and his voice unfaultering. "Well sir, the crew are getting tired. We can't keep sailing like this. We need to rest. There is a port on the shores of the Skeletonlands not far from here. Perhaps-" "No, we are doing fine. We don't need rest. We have the wind behind us." "But sir, we could face a-" Gerargh swiftly rose to his feet, interrupting Borikh once more. "I have orders from the Great Chieftain himself. Orders that will change the course of the War in our favour. We will descend upon the great port of the Crown Kingdom and capture it... And most certainly before that stinking rat Krult!" Gerargh's eyes flared with rage, "The over-extravagent, goat-loving, battle-fearing.." Gerargh stopped himself, his rambling would do nothing to help him gain the upper hand over Krult. His actions, however, may. "Sorry, I seem to have gone off track," He attempted to recollect his thoughts. Borikh, (N-22) Borikh was usually patient towards Gerargh, but today he was in no mood for one of his Krult-hating rants. He too was tired. Keeping the crew in order was a tough job. "Sir.." he started, "the Crown Port?" "Ah yes.." Gerargh turned back to his map, his weathered old finger shifting from region to region, "Once we capture the port, the Crown Kingdom's trade will be crippled, their ship production halted significantly. But not only this, we will open the way for Orc and Undead reinforcements, who will secure the foothold and assemble their armies. By now the Undead horde will have captured the Eastern Outpost, and will be on their way to the King's Castle, at which point our army at the port will meet with them and besiege the fools." "All very well, sir.." Borikh began, sounding unconvinced, "but for now I suggest we head for Skeleton Port and stay there for the night. There we can repair the ship and rest the men." "Ach! Ah, very well," Gerargh sighed, "Now go. Give the orders to the crew." "I will, sir." "Very well. Good day to you, Borikh."

Very nice. I love it. So much madness. I especially like Indy reaching for the Holy "Cup" Of course, keeping with my contribution to the thread last time... Madness? This... Is.. Still Eurobricks!!! (I hope iamded can cope with having a US cavalry torso..) Of course, the real problem is figuring out which head goes on which body... Oops, now it'll be me who gets the lawsuit.. Once again, great work. I look forward o your next madness creations

I've made my first post. I hope you like it I've already planned the next two parts. The Orcs and Skellies are at war with the Crownies and Dwarfs now, aren't they?

Khamul, (Q,19) Boom. Bom. Boom. Bom. Boom. Bom. Boom. Bom. Great muscular hands beat upon the drum. Boom. Bom. Boom. Bom. The Troll continued to hit the drum, content for now. It wouldn't be long until the great oaf would begin to play in the manner of a drunk bard again, however. That big, ugly, horrid thing. I've always hated Trolls. Always. Even before one took off my leg. I heard creaks across the crude wooden floor. I glanced up. Stunty approached me, grumbling. "What now?" I asked. "The captain's started talking to his whip.." "Again? That's the fifth time this week!" "Yeah. I really hate that whip. The cap'n forced me to make dinner for it. It refused to eat anything, just sat there, thinking it was so special..." "Oh well, we'll be done with him in a month's time. I heard that Krult is taking over command of the ship -" "Krult!" A voice burst out from the cabin, "That little fool?" Captain Gerarkh came storming out, his face red with fury. Has ears like a fox, does Gerarkh. "That young lad couldn't win a coin toss, let alone a naval battle. No, I will stay in charge of this ship. I was the one who turned the Orclands into a naval superpower to begin with!" Gerarkh's dull grey eyes stared around at the silent crew. "Right, then. Well.. well.. well, well-well-well-well-well.. You there. The short one. Come. Teach my whip how to operate the ballista. He's going to be the admiral one day, you know.." Stunty sighed, and waddled along behind Gerarkh. I stared out at the ever-darkening sky, contrasted by the bright moon, and the shimmering stars surrounding it. Like most Orcs, I'd never thought much of nature and all that, yet tonight I was intrigued by the dancing glistening lights in the black sky, the great white ball rolling slowly past them. I never thought much of poetry either, but I'd like to keep it that way. I looked back across at the rowers, now throwing their oars about, anything but synchronised. That blasted Troll had started drumming out some silly song again. Boom, Boom, Boom-Bom-Boom-Bom-Boom-BOM! Bom-Bombombombombom..BOM! A quick crack of the whip on the Troll's back quickly put him in place. Boom. Bom. Boom. Bom. The Orcs began rowing as usual. That's better.

Name: Khamul Age: 37 Background: Khamul grew up in a small village near the Orc-Undead border. His village was very poor and had to rely on the help of their Undead neighbours to survive. Despite the poverty, Khamul showed great talent in swordfighting at an early age, and fast rose through the ranks in his tribe, becoming a captain of a small group of Orcs by 18. However, soon after, the Orc-Troll-Goblin Civil War broke out, in which Khamul's tribe joined the Troll loyalists. The whole of the Orclands was engulfed in vicious fighting. In one such battle, Khamul single-handedly fought a giant Troll, which, although he killed, managed to rip his left leg off in the process. Soon the Orc loyalists gained the upper hand, and defeated both the Troll and Goblin loyalists. Khamul, threatened with exile, escaped off to the Southern Orclands, a rowdy place full of cut-throats, gamblers and theives. And that was just the women. There he befriended a short little Orc who had just joined the navy. Khamul went with him, and together they sailed the seas, looting and plundering their foes. Faction: Orcs Class/place in hierarchy: Sailor Equipment: Scimitar Looks: Name: Stunty Ironside Age: 48 Background: Stunty was the result of an Orc and a Dwarf getting together.. When Stunty's beard had grown down to his belly button by the age of three, Grimgaw knew he wasn't the father.. Throughout his life, Stunty was tormented by the other Orcs around him, and was refused into the jobs he desired. Eventually, however, he managed to become a sailor for the Orc navy, one of the strongest in the South - although he was sitll laughed at by the other sailors. There was one man that did treat him with respect however.. Faction: Orcs Class/place in hierarchy: Sailor Equipment: Battle Axe Looks: Name: Admiral Gerarkh Age: 57 Background: Gerarkh was born in the Orc capital to a wealthy family. Although he was lame, he was notably smarter than your average Orc. He had developed a strong interest in ships ever since he was a child, and got poorer Orcs to stage naval battles in front of him for money. By the time he was 37, he had become the captain of his own ship, then captain of two, then three, then four.. Gerarkh was a tactical genious, although his lame arm kept him from doing any fighting. Under his guise, the Orc navy became the most feared in all of the South. However, while he was off fighting raiding the Elf coastline, his wife died, and Gerarkh became sticken with grief, and took a break from his seafaring ways for a year. When he returned to his job, his mind remained clouded and he found himself making more and more errors in battle. To make things worse, a young upstart named Krult had quickly established himself as a great seafarer, perhaps even better than Gerarkh. Gerarkh grew more and more insane by the day, often seen trying to smash holes in his deck and having friendly conversations with his whip. His antics resulted in the loss of all his ships but one. And it is here that the story begins.. Faction: Orcs Class/place in hierarchy: Admiral Equipment: Scimitar Looks:

But you said that you know I'm lying. So you just don't trust me? I can't kill, and neither can most people I'm sure. Why did you try to kill Batbrick? He didn't seem all that bad yesterday. Did he charge you too much for some salmon?

Pencoin, could you please answer my questions?

How about this then - we get another investigator (if there is another) and get them to investigate you tonight. Then we can be certain that you are an Aventine or not. Or.. We could get the investigator to investigate me, and see if I really am a government torturer. How does that sound?

Entry posted. I just realised I used the same hair technique as LegoJoe.. Good luck to everyone!

Set Name: Troll Tree Chopper Pieces: 100 The Trolls are trying to destroy the Elf forest. Can the Elf scout stop them? You decide! Enjoy! Good luck to everyone, and thanks to Hinckley for making this great contest

As dragonator said earlier, if I am wrong about Hinckley, then will surely be killed myself the next day. I have to be telling the truth. I investigated Hinckley last night, and received a PM back saying that he was the dux (leader) of the Aventine Plebs. So unless I tortured him enough to make him confess to anything, or I'm insane, Hinckley is the leader of the Aventine Plebs.

It's clear that Hinckley will not be voted today, so.. Unvote Vote: Pencoin Until you give us a better explanatiion of yourself, my vote will remain.

Why do you think I'm lying? Why on earth would a merchant be able to kill people? And if you don't tell me who us tried to kill, I will be forced to vote against you.

Interesting.. so who did you try to kill? And what is your role?

I just bought the Rebel battlepack and another Dwarf Mine Defender. I knew I should've got the Stormtroopers earlier - none were at either store I went to.

And why, may I ask, should we take the word of the dux of the Aventine Plebs?

What else do you expect from a torturer? I see you've voted against Pencoin to shift attention onto Pencoin further, leaving you out of the spotlight. I suspect you will try to kill me tonight too, but I pray to Jupiter I will surivive this ordeal.

Happy Birthday Double T! I hope you enjoy your day

It's pretty unlikely that we'll be able to kill Hinckley today, so I suppose we'd best go with Pencoin, although I do still think he may just be a member of the government who made a mistake. Either way, I think we should at least wait until Pencoin has defended himself before killing him.

Crownies King: 1 Princess: 1 Wizard: 1 Generals: 3 Knights: 3 Old Soldiers: 13 New Soldiers: 9 Archers/Crossbowmen: 7 Total: 38 Skeletons Wizard: 1 Generals: 2 Admiral: 1 Black Skeletons: 5 White Skeletons: 16 Total: 25 Orcs Chiefs: 3 Grey Torso Orcs: 3 Brown Torso Orcs: 11 Green Trolls: 2 Tan Trolls: 1 Total: 20 Dwarfs Dwarfs: 3 Winged Dwarfs: 3 Total: 6 Here are some pictures of my set-up. I've put the whole thing on our pool table, and it looks pretty good I think - although disastrous when the pool sticks come out..

Great, so we've got a Christian and a Greek now.. I thought a vote count would be useful right about now.. Pencoin: 5 (ricecracker, Batbrick, dragonator, iamded, Trexxen) Hinckley: 1 (TinyPiesRUs)

Now wait just a minute, Acacius. You've certainly become a little defensive for Hinckley, havn't you? I can only assume you're another one of those thilthy Aventine thugs. Now, if I had the ability to both investigate and kill people at night, I would be a bit too powerful for this game.. err, life. Thus, I can only investigate people's roles, and thn report back to the people. And may God have mercy on my soul? By Jupiter, if we fin out you're a Christian, it won't be long before you're seen to the circus yourself!

Well, I think it may be time to reveal myself. I am a Torturer for the government. Last night, I decided to invstigate Hinckley. I caught him and began to torture him. At last he revealed to me that he was the Leader of the Avantine Hill Plebs. You must understand why I kept my identity a secret, as I'm sure I would've been murdered had I revealed it. However, now that I have told you my identity, I hope that a bodyguard among us will protect me from the bloodthirsty plebs. So, I suggest we lynch (Yes, you heard what I said ) Hinckley today, then I will torture Pencoin tonight.

Very nice, I love the mix of Fabuland and Lego pieces. That combined with the choice of colours is very effective I really love the interior, that little oven and the shelves are very well done. The garden is great too, very beautiful, and the plant climbing up the house is nice, although I'm not so sure about the leaf sticking out of it. And who knew the walrus would look so cute in a chef's hat? Great work Hinckley, I really love this little MOC

Now that this topic has been brought up again, I just want to say that the rubber band on my Dwarf Mine Defender actually works