Kai NRG

Somewhat ironically my store still has S8 (at least as of the last time I went a few weeks ago); and quite a few at that!

Great job! The colors are well done, and those propellers look awesome!

Thanks guys, I'm really glad you all like it so much! I built it quite a while ago actually, though I did do a pretty sloppy job on the figure posing... Thanks! I love putting rivers in my desert scenes... in fact I have another desert scene with a river as one of the other builds! Thanks DC! One of those things suggested by my parts... I have quite a few large Dark Tan plates and hardly any tan!

Return of a Kingdom (Complete) Sand, sand, sand. As far as the eye could see. Who would live here - and why? The bleak and barren desert seemed uninviting in the extreme. "Caw, caw!" screamed a lonely vulture, flying high above the dusty plain. From his bird's eye view there was perhaps more to see. Yes, indeed; far to the southward, a small oasis - and - wonder of wonders - a group of people, going about their daily life. We will go where the bird could not; into the largest hut, hastily built, but looking as though it must have been the main house of the camp. "We have waited too long already! Far, far too long!" "And what," the second knight paused for effect, "what if the right man is not here?" His companion scoffed, "Do you really believe that? I say the sooner we go in, the sooner we leave here, the sooner we face Victor! Why are we just standing here? He is in Cedrica already; we are safe here perhaps, but will we hide here forever?" "Gadilitus is right," sighed a third knight, "we cannot remain here much longer. The time to battle Victor is ripe!" "We go in tonight," Gadilitus said, in a calmer voice. "We cannot afford more delays." "You spoke truly," sighed the second knight to Archtip, his companion, as they left the hut in which they had been consulting, "You spoke truly - what we need is a leader." Archtip nodded, his eyes on Gadilitus. Perhaps, after all, he was the one. *** Sand, sand, sand. As far as the eye could see. No, down there, in the valley! Ageven and his companion, Kaflar, eager to be finally at their journey's end, hastened down the sand dune, blinking their eyes in the bright glare of the afternoon sun. "It is deserted." Ageven sounded like he could not believe it. "No, that is not possible! Look, they have left all here." He shook his head. Kaflar and he stood on the edge of the camp, surveying the scene. Dishes and tents, a few small huts, pack animals - all of life's necessities were here - where were the people? Kaflar, who had not been to the site of the Red Ruby before, was more taken up with the beautiful building before them. "Well," Ageven said, with a slight simile at his companion, "I have been here before, you know. It is the Temple of the Red Ruby - here, I have found this scroll." In silence Kaflar read: Long, long ago, before Kaligem, the one time capitol of Kaliphlin, was destroyed, a wise and wealthy group of dwarfs, foreseeing the devastation that was to come upon their city, created a chalice of pure gold, that would hold the red ruby, the legendary crystal that led the founders of the city of Kaligem to the location it then had. They built a temple for it, hidden deep in the great escarpment, where the crystal would not be found before the time was ripe, when the wisest man, apart from the leader of Kaliphlin, would find it and, with it, would re-establish Kaligem as a powerful city once more. And to protect this man from his enemies, they created a helmet of protection, that would, it is said, keep him from any harm. When he was done, Kaflar asked, "Do you believe it?" Ageven shrugged. "What do I know? We might as well go in though. I was hoping the settlers here would give us their help..." Kaflar froze suddenly. "What is it?" "Listen - what is that?" "I hear nothing." "I must have been imagining it, then. Shall we go in?" They both climbed up the rickety ladder, eager now, but silent. Inside, in a chalice of pure gold, lay the ruby, surrounded by a mass of shimmering yellow. Kaflar stepped forward, but hesitated suddenly. "Go ahead," Ageven motioned. "But wait. The helmet first. That ought to let you know whether or not to take the ruby." He pointed out a helmet, farther in. Kaflar nodded. He advanced slowly. It fit. But as he stepped to the side there was a sudden snapping sound and he glanced around apprehensively. With a sudden swing a trapdoor opened in front of him, revealing a glittering chamber below. Both Kaflar and Ageven glanced at each other, then they bent over, peering inside. A sudden scream made them jump; but after the moment's initial scare, Ageven exclaimed, "Wait! I recognize the voice." Raising his voice, he shouted, "Who is it? I am Ageven, I have come for..." Gadilitus' voice had a note of relief in it as he shouted back, "Ageven! Is that you! Hurry, let us out!" "But... how come you to be down there?" "It is a long story - lower a ladder down here, I will explain..." *** Kaligem. The city of long, long ago. The city of Kaliphlin's power; the peak of it's rule over the guilds. It had been long gone - so long that no one knew where it had stood, except perhaps the vultures, wandering to and fro in the Parched Lands. Legend told that it had been buried, ages ago, beneath the swirling sand. For days the group from the Camp at the Red Ruby traveled on - the people of Nadur, who had left their home when it had been destroyed by fire, and were now eager to do what they could in the fight against Revolword. They were led by Ageven and Kaflar - who possessed the Ruby that, it was said, would lead them to the site of the old city. Finally, after one week of wandering, they arrived at a spot, more barren then all the rest, where the ruby glowed. Kaflar, uncertain of what to do next, stepped forward hesitantly, It was nearing dusk - the sun, a red hot ball in the sky - would soon be gone, and the people were setting up camp. And suddenly, out of the whirling sand, a golden minaret appeared. Around it, far into the distance, walls took shape; tall, ponderous walls, strong enough to keep out an army. Awed, the people stepped back - the beautiful city that stood before them, indeed, all around them, would be the perfect place to gather the resistance to Revolword. And so it was decided, here - in the heart of Kaliphlin, would be the gathering place for all the Historicans who were willing to fight for freedom! (First Scored Build) (Unscored Build) Nearly three weeks later, a sizable band had gathered at the site of Kaligem. Some had made repairs to the houses and shops, and were now living within the city itself, but others were content merely to pitch there tents around the walls. There were desert mummies from the mountains, elves from the forests of Avalonia, creatures from Nocturnus, warriors from all corners of Historica - brave Mitgardians, nomadic Kaliphlins, bold Avalonians, and even a few adventurous Valaryinas. Raz and Gad returned from their journey in a truly remarkably short amount of time, bringing with them reinforcements that seemed almost innumerable. From all sides soldiers poured in - from far off islands and peninsulas to Historica's many mountains. Exactly one month and a half from Victor's capture of Cedrica, Ageven's forces began to move. Fearing that the sympathies of the city were not in his favor, Victor had removed to an almost impregnable fortress. And so thither marched the army, through the blazing sand, over rocky hills, to the tallest peak in Avalonia, just out of the Wither Woods. And finally, their goal was in sight. After camping for the night, Ageven summoned all the great nobles who were accompanying him. "It is time," he said, "we make preparations for battle in earnest. Undoubtedly the enemy already knows of our presence - their spies are everywhere. We need to elect a general, and I would suggest we choose one leader from each guild in addition. Victor, I have no doubt, will remain fast in his fortress, waiting for us to attack him, confident in the numbers of his forces. But before propounding other plans, I would like to hear who you would suggest as leaders." "May I suggest Lord Vladivus from Nocturnus?" quired Dr. Rod. "An excellent choice," muttered several members, and Ageven nodded his assent. "I am sure Steen Larsson would be a perfect man for the job of leader," added Sir Glorfindel. "Good, I am in agreement. Would the two of you be willing?" Both men assented, and Ageven continued, "Then I would suggest we choose one from Avalonia and one from Kaliphlin, and those four will work together. I do not think there are many Valaryian nobles here, else I would include them. Does anyone have more suggestions?" "Who but Zakon GoldBlade?" the Lord of Gelvim threw in, admist a slight titer from the assembly. Zakon smiled. "I would be honored, if the rest of the council would still feel safe despite my presence." This was followed by shouts of laugher - though Steen Larsson did find it expedient to bring a trusted guard to the council later that night. "It is only right that the representative from Kaliphlin would be yourself, Ageven," spoke up Uridius Dratiphe - who, now that he had no chance at the spot himself, could afford to be quite liberal. But Ageven disagreed. "No, I am not a warrior. I have been in very few battles, and though I was trained in all the arts of war in my own land, I am not fit for the job. No, Tafik Regex Marmota is the man. All his experience in slave revolts will stand us in good stead now I am sure!" he added with a quiet smile. Gex attempted to remonstrate but to no avail. It was insisted, however, that both Ageven and Kaflar would be present in the council. During the meeting later that night, a battle plan was finally devised. Zakon GoldBlade, whose ambition was rightly pronounced unconquerable, would lead the main bulk of the assaulting forces, while Ageven and a band of fifty picked volunteers would try to see if trickery would avail them anything. (Location of Victor's Fortress) The wind howled among the rocky fastnesses of Victor's Retreat that night, as friend and foe alike strained their eyes to see in the intense darkness. Zakon, with the main bulk of the army right behind him, kept his eyes fixed firmly on the pole star, waiting for the precise moment when he was to strike. Finally the moment of action came. With a fierce grin, quite lost in the dark, he charged forward, leading the united forces of Historica. At first they advanced silently, but when concealment was no longer possible, a shout arose from every throat. Archers of the hand instantly opened fire from the fortress walls, but the army stormed on. Then the ponderous gate opened, and a band sallied forth. At first it seemed like the forces the return of Kaligem had called up from the four corners of Historica were no match for the disciplined soldiers of the hand, for they swept all before them, until Steen Larsson's voice rang out above the fray, "Soldiers of Mitgardia! Fellow Historicans! Hold your ground!" Infused with a new hope, the army of the guilds threw themselves once more on the enemy, driving them back into the castle and leaving many of their number behind. Now it was time to batter down the walls. At Zakon's signal the siege engines rolled up. *** In the darkest corner of the night, careful to keep out of the sight of any of the guards on the wall, crept a small band. At a nod from Ageven two of the most agile scaled the ponderous walls, quickly disappearing in the thick darkness. Minutes crawled by - it seemed like hours - when a rope fell suddenly down right in front of Kaflar's face. "That means it is safe," whispered Ageven. Presently all fifty stood on the ramparts, looking eagerly round, trying to discern where in the castle they might be. "Follow me," Ageven commanded, "I was here once before, on my tour of Historica. If I mistake not, I know where we must go." And so they pressed on until they reached a dark building, against which Ageven ran so suddenly that several of the soldiers nearly fell down. Kaflar turned swiftly, out of the corner of his eye he saw something move; the next instant another of the hand had fallen, and he drew his knife out of the prostrate guard. He had been standing in front of a door, and Ageven opened it cautiously. There were no guards in sight, and he motioned the rest in. Silently, stealthily, they advanced, the torches hanging on the walls giving an eerie and uncertain light to the scene. At a bend in the corridor Ageven stopped to look. It was as he had feared; another soldier stood there, his back to the heavy oak door that lead, Ageven was sure, to Victor's throne room. He stopped, unsure of how to proceed. One of the side doors, he knew, opened next to the king's room, and from there it would be easy to access the guard - but which one? Fortunately they all had small peepholes - Victor trusted no one - and that way it was possible to tell, at least that there were no soldiers behind any of them. Dividing the band in five - one group for each room, he told them to examine each room and, should their room be the one, to wait for the others there. Five minutes later, the guard was dead, and forty men were assembled at Victor's door. Kaflar's band was the one that was missing. Ageven waited for quite a while, as long as he thought prudent, but as time passed on, and as at any minute the forces of the hand outside, if pressed, could take refuge here, he determined to push on regardless. Throwing the door open, he found, much to his surprise, that Kaflar's band was already there - they had entered in through a side door, he found, and were now having to fight for their lives. Immediately Ageven led his men pouring in, and the fight was doubled in its intensity. (Second Scored Build) Up to that time the soldiers of the hand that were guarding Victor - at least presumably he was in the curtained recess at the farthest end of the room - had more than held their own, but seeing forty more men pour in from the front door, with who knew how many more behind, they began quickly to loose heart. Gradually they were pushed back farther and farther, until there was only a small band left, just around Victor's throne - when suddenly, all the forces of the hand vanished, and Kaflar, who had been about to sever his antagonist's head from it's body, found it necessary to quickly pull back his sword lest he cut Ageven's leg off. Those that remained of the band looked about them in great surprise - what kind of magic was this? Then, with a noise that nearly burst their eardrums, the very throne of Victor went up in flames, illuminating the dark night outside and warning the brave warriors to escape as soon as they could! *** Outside, Zakon was watching with impatience the slow progress of the siege machines. He knew that, at least, he was creating an important delay and distraction, but while he was delaying the hand, he might as well as force his way into the castle! With this thought in mind, he maneuvered a group of his troops in such a way as to be ready to spring in the door the moment the enemy made another sally - which was quite likely, for no doubt they would like to set the engines on fire - yet in such a way as to be completely concealed in the dark night. He was right; almost before they had time to settle comfortably in position the great gates opened, and out poured the soldiers of the hand, yelling and screaming horribly. Something must be wrong though - they were no longer the disciplined troops of only minutes ago - flailing their arms wildly, they darted hither and thither. Almost petrified by the bewildering sight the Historicans could do little more than look on with amazement. Suddenly, and without warning, the hand seemed to disappear - in less than a minute the battlefield was clear, and cleared far more effectively than any army could have done. Zakon, bewildered, stepped out into the open, walked up to the castle's gate, even ventured inside. The dawn was beginning, and in the eerie gray light the castle looked deserted - the hawk depicted on the coat of arms above stared down mysteriously, as though there was some secret that he was determined not to let out. "What kind of trick is this?" wondered Zakon aloud. Not a soul was upon the ramparts - the entire army, every last hand of corruption - had simply vanished, leaving not a trace behind. The rocky, barren spot seemed to hold an awful secret - was the feeling of mysterious horror real or imaginary? The seconds seemed to drag by as the army waited, in dreadful suspense, powerless to do anything, for they knew not what to do. In that breathless silence a crash was suddenly heard - so load, and so prolonged, that the very mountain seemed to tremble because of it. Scarce ten seconds later, flames burst out of the roof, and the entire castle was speedily enveloped by the lurid glare- not, however, before Ageven and his band had dashed, breathless and perspiring, from the chambers within. The sun grew bigger and brighter in the sky, but even that great luminous ball of fire could scarce compete with the roaring flames and yellow tongues of fire that reached out from every crevice in the once beautiful structure. Spell bound, the warriors watched as the castle was consumed, one question in there minds - who had done this? Such a fire could scarce have been lit by the hands, much less by themselves - and what purpose could Victor have in the scene of devastation? Gradually, in proportion as the sun rose higher in the sky and the day waxed hotter, the fire burned out, leaving only the charred remains of the edifice. Suddenly, from the very heart of the ruins, a whirlwind arose; that amazing sound - the sound of gushing water - was heard, and the next instant a waterfall lept from rock to rock, down the cliff, carving a path through the sand as though it was endowed with life. Startled, the explorers drew back in consternation, every eye riveted to the spot - and now, along the banks of the new formed river, vegetation began to spring up, green grass, spreading ever farther along the banks. A column of red shot suddenly up, and a cry of wonder was echoed from the crowd, as similar columns rose up from every corner - one out of the midst of the verdure, green as the grass with which it was surrounded - another out of the tornado, clear as ice, sparkling as crystal - and yet a third from the center of the river, blue and vibrant, the color of water. The scene, a minute ago one of deepest desolation - had become beautiful in the extreme. (Third Scored Build) But the cry of astonishment was redoubled when, out of the swirls of color, the four explorers - Owain, Ragnar, Kathryin, and Karzoul - rose up out of the ground, each holding the elemental crystal of their guild. But there was something different now about the crystals - they were no longer the mere sparkling jewels they had been when rescued from the sands, forests, mountains and wastelands of Historica - each was now larger, longer - the new saga of Historica had added to them, leaving an indelible imprint for all time. The onlookers gazed on, spellbound. The barren cliff top was now becoming a lush forest, the center of a clearing around the vibrant waterfall. Then the four explorers stood up, looking around them in admiration. "This chapter of Historica has come to an end," murmured Owain, looking round him in wonder. "Yes," added Kathryin, "but there will be others!" "And we'll be ready when they come!" exclaimed Ragnar. The four explorers raised their crystals and voices, and a echoing cheer came from the crowd - Revolword had been defeated, Historica was saved, but still greater adventures lay ahead! (Unscored Vig) I hope you've enjoyed both the story and the builds, I managed to keep it under 3500 words which is really quite good - for me! C&C are welcome, I'd love to hear what you think about it!

Really great work with the SNOT sand and water, especially the way it's just barely elevated! Might have to try that sometime!

I knew I recognized the name Owain from somewhere, but didn't remember who he was before I read your comment, including him was a great idea! The darkness of the builds is amazing, and the story is intriguing as always! You've developed both (or should I say all three) characters very well, though maybe Taryn should have a little more thought about the fact that he's leaving his home (instead of being so focused on the girls)? It just seems like he accepted the finding of the map, etc. a bit too easily.

That rockwork is really well done, and the first part of the story is quite intriguing!

I will probably have the first part of my Challenge VI up soon (hopefully today) plus a free build. Also sorry for disappearing rather abruptly, we moved which meant no internet for two weeks (oh the horror! ), but I've still manged to build quite a bit! Will get SSchmidt added the the character list ASAP.

Thanks Gideon, SK, and Niku! I'm not one to make paper sails so I'm glad I have several of those round pieces in a sufficiently neutral color to use for a ship! No problem. Actually I tried to get the entire thing to float but it touched bucket bottom before I could get my hands out from under it. Not seaworthy! And since it was for a MOCathalon category I couldn't just give up, unfortunately... so I decided to lighten the load until it floated (actually wasn't my idea, but boy am I thankful! Saved me a ton of work!)

Sure hasn't built anything since you left...

Most sets don't last longer than it takes me to parade them around the house. So maybe one hour at most. I do have the Ninjago Skeleton Motorbike still around. The Motorbike part only though, not the figs. And whenever I need a piece I take it (it's standardly missing a few pieces).

Very creative tower with the rope ladder entrance! Great way to get food up there! And the crack on the back is a very nice detail!

And here's my latest free build:

First of all, I'm sorry. I know I said that Escape From Cedrica would be my last pre-Challenge VI story-build but... well... I was wrong! And secondly, this is the end of my Journey of Exploration, however as that is now so far back and this is not in the shape or style of the previous builds, I'm posting it in a separate topic. I hope you enjoy it, even if you don't read the story! Story: August 20th. We are now in Barqa, though the story of our arrival here is something of a complicated one that is best explained somewhere else. Ageven, much to the surprise of his following, myself excepted, has bought a fairly large ship. I have been told to prepare for a long voyage. I can only speculate on what its use will be for the moment, but I have no doubt that we will hear more ere long. August 21st. My suspicions have been confirmed, and all too accurately. You may perhaps remember my hinting, some time back, of a return voyage, back to the East, to the land where I was born. To say truth, I would not mind visiting the land once again half so much as the voyage. But Ageven is resolved, he has the route planned out - though it will be observed that he declines to go on it - Raz and I will travel back to the east. I know not whether to rejoice or be sad, and it appears I will have no time to decide, for we leave in two days time and there is so much that must be done before hand! Azc will off to Queenscross, to fight in it's defense, so it appears we will soon all be scattered to the four winds - Ageven and Kaflar plan to go round the countryside, recruiting men for Historica's grand fight against Victor Revolword. And here I will end - for now. Hurrah for the land of mountains and deserts, swamps and snow, myth and magic! One day, when Revolword has been defeated, I shall once again roam the countryside of Historica, but for now, we must do all in our power to protect her! End of Story. See the slot by Raz's legs? The boat is also a Treasure Bank (with a slightly different crew): And it can float! Sort of. Below is the Flickr Set: Thanks for checking it out, one of my best yet and certainly my best boat (though that is not saying much)!

Ah I see. Didn't get that the first time!

Looks nice Gideon, especially the wall over the doorway! The top of the rest of the wall looks somewhat odd (not normally what you would see on top of a wall) but good nevertheless.

Some of you guys are probably seriously tempting the Admins/Mods to leave this up as long as possible, some of the comments are so funny... Seriously though, "A rose, by any other name, still smells as sweet"...

Thanks, yeah, some sort of waterwheel. It was actually pretty hard to keep the black stud from rolling off while I was trying to photograph it...

Here's a quick build I did, do you guys think I should give it a topic? Probably not as it's so small. And I have a free build coming soon (just need to write the story), and after that is Challenge VI (ditto).

Yeah, even Brickset said that it was April Fools joke!

No, it's not. At least down here they have the same sort of thing I believe, but it's the first of May(?) (not 100% sure as to date). Edit: I "get" it though, I am from America. In case that wasn't clear.

I have a tendency to convert building a set into a race. If I can't build it in fifteen minutes I wonder whats wrong with me (or think I must have spent way too much ). And then I sit it on my desk until I find a suitable opportunity to part it out (another operation done at racing speed!).

Here's my character, sorry for the not so great picture, the weather was uncooperative to say the least. His name is Azc (admittedly he looks more Avalonian than Kaliphlin, but it's his fancy), better with his mind than at fighting but pretty good with a spear. Partial to pretzels and teddy bears. No problem if he's wounded/killed (might even be a relief as I can never find a Kaliphlin looking torso for him).

Thanks to all of you, I've updated it with way more text and interior shots! Thanks! The fact that I was building something totally weird actually helped, as it meant I could do what I wanted without having to worry about it being realistic (the "door", for instance).

Yes, brickset has had several funny ones today...