Khorne

@Lord Buckethead Wow, super cool of you to have made them! The Donald Duck legs for the "oriental" soldier are solely because they are yellow/light orange at the bottom and white at the top, which makes it look like knee breeches, which soldiers of this type mostly wore (English sepoys in India and French native forces in Indochina, for example). In absence of the Donald Duck legs I'd use normal white pants instead of the Saracen pants. You can also give the guy a regular musket, I armed him with a dadao and flintlock to spice up the drawing somewhat . But these are only minor nitpicks. I love seeing people make the real figs based on my drawings .

Hi guys! Thanks for the positive comments. Always great to read people love the drawing . @Keymonus Cool to see a real life version of the drawing! I don't have the pieces myself to build one, so it's great to see someone else make it real . I added some WIPs in the spoiler (don't want to clog up the thread). I don't really know how diverse the BoBS world is in terms of geographically different regions, but I thought it would be cool to draw some ethnically different soldiers. Kind of like Corrington had Sepoys in their line-up.

Hi guys! Just popping in. I sometimes lurk in the shadows, roughly following the BoBS story. I don't have the time to build much anymore and most of my collection is stashed away, but I got inspired to draw something today and I wanted to share it with you guys. I noticed in the Corrington forum they posted some of their military units, so I tried my hand at making something for Oleon. I have some ideas for others as well. If I can find the time, I'll try and work those out too . You can read the description on flickr. Might of Oleon - Légion Etrangère by +Khorne, on Flickr

"Then he shouldn't be calling it 'conscription'", Eric hissed. "I remain in favor of option 2. Provide the poor with housing and teach them valuable skills. Then let them work out their own future from there."

Eric swaggered into the villa, a sharp smell of sea salts following his wake. Having heard there was a vote on a proposition, the tall Nord took a seat and listened to the options presented by Blackgull and Heinrich. As one by one the other members of the Alliance voiced their opinions, Eric rolled his eyes then shook his hand. He waved away their voices with his hand as if he was dealing with children. "Option two is clearly the only right option.", the Nord said with a commanding voice. It didn't take long before his trademark wolfish grin appeared on his face. Eric stroked his beard and started speaking. He stood up from his chair, greatly increasing his stature and presence. "Conscripting the masses? Ha! The mere thought itself is foolish. Your solution for the Hovels is to take away the people's freedom by forcing them into service? Never have I heard such nonsense! Sure, they'll have something on their hands those few years in service, but they'll return to a run-down neighbourhood right after that. Doing service is not a long term plan and is only beneficial to people such as yourselves. Teaching them some actual skills they can use in life and providing a decent roof over their heads, that's something worthwhile. The Hovels will be renewed and we will be seen as the providers of that renewal instead of oppressors taking away people's freedom to fight our fights for us. We will be their heroes instead of their slavemasters." Eric glared at Blackgull and scoffed. "Tss, conscription." In truth, the Nord couldn't really care less about the situation in the Hovels, nor providing strangers with a roof over their heads. The idea of supplying the Bonapartes with cheap manpower and thus greatly increasing their fighting strength, however, was something Eric just couldn't let happen. The House of Blackgull was already strangling the seas enough as it is. Strengthening the Bonapartes would be a nightmare come true.

Oh yeah? Are there any new northern characters that have sprung up during my absence? I'm not planning on getting entirely into the game again, life's too busy for that now. I saw the Alliance update and just wanted to pop in here and see what's it all about. I'm sure Eric has his own vision on the matter . I also saw the Grogmas gift ideas for Eric and it's so cool to see people still thinking of gifting him, even though it's been ages since I last posted here. Really awesome .

"Believe me, lady, I don't need pointers from dragons," Eric replied, purposely misinterpreting the Elf's words. "Besides, I could show you a thing or two myself, be it on the battlefield or beside it. See you around." "There's nothing better than some good ale, though. Where are your parents, anyway? Are you native to Eubric or Uland?", Eric asked while drinking some more of his own mead. He then continued to explain in a boastful manner, "A Basilisk is like a gigantic snake. A landwyrm that gnaws through the heart of this land. It springs from the earth when you least expect, trying to eat you alive. Its fangs drip with deadly poison and its gaze can turn a man into stone. The battle I fought was hard, but I endured and I slew the beast."

Eric sniffed and eyed the newcomer suspiciously. He didn't quite like being interrupted in his conversation. "No, we haven't. Chances are slim I would've remembered, though, ..." The Nord indicated Ezeran demon belly by pointed and circling his finger at it, "...even with that thing you have there."

Once the ale had been brought, Eric shoved a pint towards Petaldan and raised his glass. "Bottom's up, young one", the Nord said and drank his beer. Wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand, he chuckled at the young Knight's remark. "Bad guys can have shiny weapons as well, at least if they are smart enough to upkeep their equipment. The world isn't as black and white as you might think, unge" "Anyway, am I a hero? Yes, I have dabbled in the activities of a hero. I've slain many great beasts, such as a Basilisk and the Queen of Sirens. On many occasions, I also got the girl at the end. So ja I am a hero. My name is Eric, from the North. I am a Vindicator of Njordon, King of the Seas. What is your name?"

The doors of the Hall were pushed wide open and sunlight bursted in. With his usual swagger Eric the Nord re-entered the Hall after a long time. The Hall might've forgotten about him, but he had not forgotten about the Hall's free drinks. With a trademark cocky grin and rolling shoulders as he stepped Eric made his way through the Hall. His eyes went from left to right, scanning the faces of those currently residing in the Hall of Heroica. There didn't seemed to be any sight of Kheyli the Barbarian who Eric had met the last time he was here, nor was there sight of his friends, be it Jon, Hybros or Lawrence. Instead there were a lot of new faces, but none seemed to interesting. In fact, one even had a really ugly mug. Like he was dropped on his head as a baby and then stepped on by a mammoth. Eric chuckled slightly as he imagined the scenario. The Nord then caught eye of Jinnipher the Moon Elf. He couldn't quite remember if he had seen her before or not. She looked alright. More pleasing to the eye than most here. Eric stroked his beard and winked at her, then motioning a kiss her way. Chuckling he continued his way to the bar. Suddenly, the Nord stopped his stride and stood still, baffled for but a mere second. He blinked in disbelief, but then smiled wide. He hightened the speed of his step and marched straight over something he had not seen before. At least not in the Hall. Not in the South, anyway. At a table, sipping a glass of water sat a small child cleaning his shield. With a more joyful aura to him than was usual, Eric sat down at the same table. "Hail, little warrior", he said and then nodded towards the shield, "smart move, taking good care of your equipment. Your parents taught you well." He turned over to the bar and in a booming, but not aggressive voice shouted: "Maid, ale for me and the unge here!" Eric smiled as he waited for Scheherazade to bring the beers. The small child made him think back of his own youth in the North. Back home, when all was well. How proud he had been when he first received his sword. And how much more proud his father had been once Eric had drawn blood with said blade.

I haven't been active these last few months, but I do pop in sometimes to see what's going on. I felt I needed to log on to congratulate you on the 5 years anniversary, Sandy. As many others have said here, you did a terrific job during all those years, managing a lot of Heroica stuff on your own. I hosted 1 small quest and another botched one and I already had my hands full with that, so yeah, I tip my hat to you for your effort . Thanks for the incredible experience, I had a blast playing here and being part of a bigger world .

Introducing Vendrick, the hipster guard:

Eric walked into the Hinckwell Villa once again. His loss here left a bitter taste in his mouth, but at least he had lost from a friend and not some idiot member of a House. The Nord didn't stay for too long, merely purchasing a Cornucopia, an investment which left him with 1360 Gold afterwards.

Eric strides into the Marketplace, ready to spend some coin. Eric buys: Conspirator upgrade (from 18 to 20): 390 Gold 7x Mead: 105 Gold 2x Smelling Salts: 50 Gold 2x Nostrum: 70 Gold 4x Grand Potion: 40 Gold Total spent: 655 Gold Eric has 1860 Gold left (2515 - 655).

Eric nodded and drank the rest of his mead. "I like a drink, but I have business to attend to first. Maybe some other time." "See you around Kheyli the Hunter", the Nord bade farewell as he got up and left the Hall, going to the Marketplace.

Yeah, you're right . I'll just leave it as it is and pay full price. I should've paid more attention !

I've been waiting for Monk Pretzel's answer to Eric's request about upgrading Conspirator for some time, while in fact you answered almost directly after I posted. Somehow I completely missed or overlooked your post, Pala . Sorry for not having replied (sooner) to your post . I'm guessing it's probably too late to accept Monk Pretzel's offer ?

Eric smiled, "I never said nature wasn't good or that it was bad. Neutral is the word I used." He shrugged. "It has good things and bad things, but overall it's indifferent." "The accent didn't give it away already?", the Nord chuckled, "I am Eric the Northman. I come from many places, but Värtland is my one and true home."

The newly Vindicator chuckled and returned a grin. "Ja, the faeries and their skewed view of nature. Quite ironic that they see the hunt as 'dirty', while it is as much a part of nature as the trees and wind. Nature isn't good, nature is neutral and only the strongest survive its apathy. Sometimes, if not most of the times, that means the sacrifice of those weaker." Eric took another chug of his Mead and slightly raised his mug and nodded to Kheyli. "That makes two who left their home." He spoke the words bitterly, for he hadn't really left his home but was rather made to leave it.

"You need to get your lenses readjusted, clankermans: I'm not a landlubber." When Goliath finished his story, Eric blinkend in disbelief. "Really, your story is that you have not story? Talk about disappointment." "Ja, we'll talk another time". Eric patted his friend on the shoulder. "Good luck, Hybros. I'll give the assassin the Opal when I see him." The Nord returned Althior's nod with a nod of his own while holding the rim of his hat. Eric pocketed the 200 Gold he received. "A hunter out west. You mean the Kingdoms or beyond? I thought faeries lived in the Faerie?"

"Whatever." Eric signaled Monk Pretzel to come over. It had been a while since both had last met and most of their previous interactions had been rather difficult. There was money to be saved however, so Eric decided to put aside past grudges. For now. The Nord flashed another grin. "So, Pretzel, how much discount are we talking about here? How much would it cost me to upgrade my weapon? (Conspirator to level 20)"

Yay, fans! Regarding the whole "splitting the mainbrace" thing, that was so weird . I had no idea what was being said, but since Eric is a nautical character I couldn't play him as not understanding those terms. Looks like I have to brush up on my sailor sayings .

Eric raised his glass in Hybros' honor. He grinned. "Heh, you look different, too", Eric said indicating the Imp's wings. He traced the edge of his hat with his fingers and then in a fluid motion continued to stroke his beard briefly. "The hat I acquired during my time off after the whole Salmanda debacle and its aftermath. I joined a crew and sailed the seas. I went..fishing. Plenty of fish to be caught outside Bonaparte waters." He winked and then his grin grew wider. Eric chugged down the rest of his mead and ordered another. OOC: I literally didn't understand a word of what you were saying, I had to look everything up . English is not my first language so I'm not familiar with such specific phrases . "You mean this?", Eric pointed at the fresh mead being served. He chuckled and took a sip. In an over-the-top pirate-y accent quite different from his usual sing-song one, the Nord said: "Aye, I be splitting the main brace, then". Raising an eyebrow and back with his usual accent, Eric cynically and in a typical dry fashion remarked: "Will you be 'splicing the main brace', too, or would that rust your innards?" Quite satisfied with himself the fresh Vindicator now turned his attention to the fairy. Again, the Nord grinned and accepted the 200 Gold and handed Kheyli Drengazuli Grom'Az. "200 Gold is fine. It's not really that sentimental, to be honest." "I haven't seen you around here. Usually I have quite the eye when it comes to spotting those of the female kind. Are you new?" Eric indicated the fairy's gear and her broken wing. "Looks like you've seen your share of armed struggle."

Eric downed the rest of his mead and turned around at the sound of a metal voice. He sniffed and turned around again towards the bar. Once more he signaled the Orcish barmaid for another drink. She knew what kind. Still with his back towards the automaton, Eric gruffly said: "If I somehow gave you the impression I wanted to share my life story with you, I apologize. Honest mistake." He had bad experiences with automatons and wasn't very fond of their kind. If you could even call it a kind, they are just things after all. Mere objects. Scheherazade brought the Nord his drink. Eric ignored the automaton and starting drinking, he wasn't planning on turning around anytime soon, but then he heard another voice. This time not a metallic one, but a more pleasant female voice. Grinning widely, Eric answered: "Everything for sale, fairy pige. If you have the coin. See, this axe's got emotional value to me."

Heroica Hall's doors opened and another of its wayward Heroes returned inside. At least that would be the most logical explanation. The Heroican, if he even was a Hero, looked better suited to the interior of the Merry Mermaid or some other sleazy inn where people of dubious nature spent their time, when not doing anything outside the law. In fact, the tall "newcomer" wouldn't look out of place in one of those pirate-y dime novels many Eubricans loved to read. The red-bearded near-giant had a boastful swagger and even though his wide-brimmed hat and grey coat had seen better days, the rest of his outfit certainly was on point. The man was adorned with trinkets made of precious metals, dangling and tinkling as he strode across the Hall to the bar. An air of superiority surrounded the man and it was obvious that modesty was definitely not in his top five of likeable qualities list. In fact, it was highly questionable if it even made the list at all. Those who knew better, knew that this was no mere lost soul on his way to the Merry Mermaid. He might've been a lost soul, but not in the geographical sense. The haughty, arrogant demeanour and condescending looks he threw at most of the other Heroes, coupled with his size and trademark greatsword slung on the back made it instantly recognizable to the older Heroes: this was Eric the Northman. Be it for better or worse, he had now returned to the Hall. The Nord didn't really care if the other Heroes thought it was for better or worse, he didn't need to know their opinion, he was satisfied enough they most likely had an opinion about him. Eric sat down at the bar and signaled Scheherazade to bring him his trademark mead. He smirked after he took a sip.