Khorne

I wouldn't add a 'type' of quest tot the pitch. It kinda takes away some of the fun/surprise when you know what you're in for beforehand.

Eric had been very quiet lately. He had spend most of his days eating, drinking, sleeping and sparring. His mind was occupied (ie.: I was rather busy IRL ). As soon as he had heard of the new teams being posted Eric went to the Questboard to see if he had been selected to be part of one of them. His glance jumped from one Quest to another until he spotted his name. "Let's show these silly wannabe pirates the real thing, he grinned. He read the names of his companions. He knew of Maurice only of name and preceding reputation. The cleric was known to be a valuable asset to any party and served Ennoc dutifully. Among the party were two more people he had already Quested with. One was Hybros, the Imp. Hybros and Eric had quested together on every quest they've been in. The Rogue was a valuable member, too and his shady skills might come in useful. Christopher was the other Hero Eric knew. They'd been together in the Arena. Sadly, Christopher was seperated from the party early on and as such, Eric didn't really know him that well. Of the others, Eric had heard much yet. He wondered how they would perform on the Quest. Most likely, they would do excellent, seeing their past experience. Finally, Hybros joined Eric. He had been on the same quests as the northerner since the two had joined Heroica, and had noticed a drastic change in Eric's mood. The barbarian would serve as Hybros' leader for the Quest, so he decided to try to gauge the situation. "Eric... it looks like we'll be fighting alongside each other yet again. I must ask if anything is bothering you, before we embark. If there's something you need to get off your chest... now's the time." "Nothing's bothering me, good Hybros. I look forward to our cooperation once more. Let's drive those pirates out of there!"

Nice idea . I think you're one of the first to build a MoC for microfigs that's not solely game-orientated. Is the female barbarian a custom? I can't quite recall what game she's from.

It had been a long time since Eric was last in the hall, he hadn't been there since the end of the Arena Quest. Eric spent most of his time outdoors, roaming through Eubric port and the surrounding countryside, honing his skills and searching for sailors or kinsmen who could bring him news on his homeland. As Eric stepped inside, he noticed people running back and forth to the Questboard. Apparently, two new Quests had been added, each looking for eager Heroes to help out. Eric stepped towards the board and quickly read the assignments. "Hah, fighting in the name of Ennoc? You've got to be kidding me. Ennoc is no deity of mine, his weak Light does not reach North." The Nord carefully thought about adding his name to the list for Quest #17. He didn't really trust the Hinckwells and in his opinion, he thought their power was waning. So why side with a losing house? On the other hand, he had been hired by them before, so maybe he might get hired again easier now. Plus, every change for a good brawl is as good as any. After consideration, Eric added his name to the list. The Barbarian turned and went for the bar. Eric sign up for Quest #17: The Lion's Share.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry for my absence of lately, but I'm very busy doing my teacher trials (or whatever you call it in English). I'll have to pass on the watchtower challenge, I think. I'll try to cook something up if I have time, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass up on this one.

I am entertained. I am very entertained. Great creation! It's over the top and that's what makes it so fun. That and the excellent details, of course . THe whole thing reminds me of Spartacus: Blood and Sand (more so than it reminds me of the Gladiator), it's so over the top that it becomes awesome .

Currently, me and Ecclesiastes are both Hersirs (generals). I am the Hersir of the Norsemen and he is Hersir of the "normal" Guildsmen.

Thank you, most honourable Jarl Nibelung, Lord of the Guild and all Mitgardia. I will do my utmost best to unite as many Norse tribes as possible under the banner of our glorious guild! I, Childeric, swear my eternal allegiance once more. I'm curious to see how these 'abilities' play out once the Community Build-of begins and what the perks are exactly. Thanks again, Sirens-of-Titan .

I don't think the lack of Crown torsos is much of an issue, I used Lion torsos too. I think as long as they're chainmail torsos, you'll be fine .

Another auxilia unit frequently employed by the Midgardian army are the famed Norse marauder horsemen. These units are formed by daring Norsemen, rich enough to purchase and upkeep a horse. The stout, thick fur clad Nordic horse is smaller than its southern counterparts, but is nevertheless deceptively fast. The horsemen are only lightly armed and make heavy use of hit-and-run tactics to harass their enemies. Well-trained in the deadly use of the throwing axe and javelin, these men have proven their worth over and over again for the Guild's cause.

Thanks! I really like your soldiers, too. The sledge looks terrific and the fact that an icebear pulls it only makes it better ! As for my troops, it's the most realistic composition I think, since the guild of Midgardia is a colonial power and most colonial power had to rely on native people to supplement their own small, but professional armies. Thanks . Can't wait to see what the first big task will be .

Khorne signing up for Northern Chill . First task: create a character Chief Childeric pledges his allegiance, and that of his mighty tribe the Frankarlings, to the Guild of Midgardia. He swears to uphold its values and protect its interests from the various marauding enemies that prey on it. In return, he only requests a part of arable land, land that was taken from his people by colonists. Second task: design look and feel of the army Since the people inhabiting Midgardia are very diverse, I felt the army need a diverse feel to it too. The army could be made up from official Guildsmen, people who are equipped by the Guild of Midgardia. They will be aided by allied Nordic tribes. Tribes who pledge their allegiance to the Guild, but who are not quite regarded as "full" Guildsmen yet and thus have no right to official Guild equipment. Lastly, there are the lowly colonists. Individuals who live on the fringes of civilisation. They defend themselves with whatever means they've got. Official Guildsmen troopers are backed by the financial power of the Guild. As such, there equipment is rather uniform, based on local traditions (the shields, weapons) and western customs (helmets, chainmail, tactics). Of course, minor differences still exist and some men buy their own, maybe better, equipment instead. This is especially the case for the higher echelons of the army. Officers will often buy ornate, hand-made armour crafted by the local expert blacksmiths. Standard issue brown cloaks keep the troops warm in this harsh environment. Below their simple chainmail hauberk, thse soldiers wear a green tunic and (dark) tan pants. They use a wide range of helmets, but are almost always of the pearl dark gray type. Northern barbaric Allies are not equipped by the Guild. They use their own weapons and armour and their armies are truly diverse. Often, but not always their are headed by a Guild officer. The only items denoting their allegiance are the green-yellow banners and the occasional piece of green clothing. Stubborn Dwarven auxiliaries who only help the Guild and do not wish to sever their connection with their own clan fall in this category as well. As the Norse, they use their own superior equipment. Finally the colonist "soldiers". I don't have a picture of these yet, but I already have an idea how I would portray these. Think Wild West/Firefly/Serenity mixed with Northern barbarians/medieval stuff. That's my rough idea, I don't know how I will translate that into Lego, though . As said before, the colonist form individual cliques, based on the edges of Guild territory. They live in settlements with little official Guild soldiers or officials. They have to rely on their own to defend their homes. I wanted these guys to look like a ragtag bunch of militia, but still capable of putting up quite a fight.

All of us, or only volcanicpanik? If you mean all of us: Northern Chill for me, please .

It's plain spam, I believe. It's best not to click on any weird links posted in topics with crazy, gibberish names.

Right now I'm listening to a new song from , a South African hip-hop band. They're not my favourites, but they're cool to listen to from time to time. No special about the lyrics, though . A bit of South African mixed with basic English words, most often nothing other than 'megabluck'. Amusing though . Check out , as well. Another South African rapper. I find it amazing how mush South African is so much alike to my own dialect of Dutch.

Oooh, only a few more hours. This is exciting, can't wait to see what you guys have come up with. I hope I won't be sleeping already when you post the full explanation .

Very nice creation, it genuinely breathes 16th/17th century to me. It looks like something you might see in PotC or any other movie set in that era.

OOC: This is supposed to be a post taking place directly after Scubacarrot's last post adressed to Eric. I couldn't answer anymore, 'cuz I went sleeping then . So, it's NOT taking place at this very moment in the Hall! "Eric, son of Frodo. No fancy surname otherwise." the Nord said as Guts walked off. The hearth was comfortable, so was the chair Eric was in. Not soon afterwards the huge Barbarian was fast asleep, clasping Godricsleif tightly between his muscular arms. --- OOC: This is my post for now, taking place at this moment. Eric got up slowly. The Hall was bustling with life once more. Heroes running up and down, talking to each other and sharing drinks. It didn't take long for Eric to spot another new one. It looked like a fish, one with a huge hammerhead. "Madness" the Nord mutter rubbing his eyes and yawning." "This is Heroica" a random Hero passing by replied. Eric raised an eyebrow at the remark, but otherwhise ignored the passerby. He could hear the person call him a brute. Eric didn't care. He got up, took his belongings and went to the bar, ready to eat and drink for free.

NPC "Hah, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist!" Drake said, smiling and full of confidence. Obviously, he didn't quite get Byblos' remarks. Or at least, he didn't pay attention to them. The adventurer handed his manuscript to Byblos, turned around and nodded farewell to the librarian. "I hope you can do something with it, old friend." "Hmm, sure, one can never have enough books." "'till next time, then! If you need me, I'll be at the Academy." "Untill never again." Byblos muttered and wondered whose stupid enough to hire that idiot to teach at the Academy. Byblos did have to admit however, that Drak has a lot of experience travelling around the world. Still, a parrot could probably explain things better than Zeke. Before filing the manuscript, Byblos glanced at the work. It was as if he had feared. It was hardly worthy of the name 'book', it was a rough draft at most. The librarian leafed through the pages. The introduction went on, covering a page. Byblos shook his head. There's nothing funny about seeking danger. He shuddered as he thought back to his days as an adventurer. No, for him, his library was his destiny. Byblos continued reading, hoping it would be worth his time. Byblos was intrigued. This was the first thing he had ever read about religion in the North. He was aware of Wartan, but knew little of the other gods. "Well, well," he muttered, "seems like I didn't waste my time then, after all."

NPC It was rather calm in the library. Byblos the Metasimian was minding his own business, taking care of books and keeping the library clean. All of the sudden, a somewhat scruffy looking type came in. He was unshaven and wore a large brimmed hat on his head. His white shirt was only half buttoned and look rather filthy. None would guess that this was Ezekiel Drake, world renowned adventurer and discoverer, well versed in myths, sagas and histories of many nations here on Olegaia. That's what he claims to be, anyway. There are some more illustrious and dubious stories concerning Drake, as well, accusing him of grave robbery and theft of cultural artifacts. Whichever is the more true story, there is no doubt this man at least has some basic knowledge concerning foreign cultures and nations, at least a bit more knowledge than your common Eubrician. The man's heavy brown leather boots carried him towards Byblos. The metal knobs on his soles made a ticking noise that echoed through the great hall. At his side hung a large tan cloth bag containing numerous scrolls and perhaps more sinister objects. The man stopped at Byblos' side, a huge smile clearing up his face. A joker's smile. He was definitely not your average scholar or professor. The man scraped his throat. It startled Byblos, who, depsite all the racket Drake had made, hadn't noticed him yet. Byblos tends to lose himself in his books, becoming oblivious to the world around him. There is no finer librarian than him. "Drake? What an unpleasant surprise" the Metasimian turned away from his desk to face the Human. "Thaha! The pleasure is all mine, dear friend." Drake said. Byblos shivered at the word 'friend'. "What brings you here? I hope not another one of your silly adventures or quests. I hope you remember what happened last time you took me on one of your quests? I'm through with that stuff, one night in jail is more than enough for this Metasimian. My first and surely my last adventure. EVER!" "My poor Byblos! In time you'll look back at it and laugh. No, my dear librarian. I have come here to inform you about my newest travel. I visited the Land of Chill, the Unforgiving Home of the Devious Vikings!" "What are you getting at?" Byblos said dryly. How he wanted to be back alone, with his books. "I visited the North. Cold but pretty. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted the first copy of my book on the land and the culture of its people? What say you, friend? It's an offer I haven't made any other library in the world yet. You have to hurry up, though, I have to attend my class at the Academy in some time. I heard there were vandals troubling the place. Tsk, luckily for them I wasn't there." The scruffy professor waited for Byblos' repsonse.

Eric grinned and sank back in his chair, seated like a king. His demeanour was as calm and cold as the lands from whence he originated. "Don't underestimate us, Sydlänning, for we are far more intelligent than those cowardly chroniclers over here give us credit for. Frankly, I'm not interested in your definition of the term 'Rogue', I only care about mine. I call you that, because I want to and because I can. Unless, you're willing to give me your name, I'll just keep calling you that. Like it or not, I don't care." Guts was disappointed the Nord didn't get angrier, in fact he seemed rather relaxed and amused at the whole situation. Sure, there was some faint trace of aggresion in his voice, but overall the Nord was calm. Unlike other frenzied, raging or otherwhise cliché Barbarians, Eric was in fact in control of himself. It kind of surprised Guts, though not in a shocking way. Even though they were both stubborn, maybe even somewhat selfish men, maybe there was a faint chance of them getting along? No one knew, though, and only time could tell. Eric finished his beer and turned back towards the fire of the hearth, only vaguely paying attention to the masked Southerner any more.

Eric ignored the man's remark. The inquisitive tone of the Rogue didn't fall well with the overtly confident Barbarian. He smiled grimly and said: "Honour? Don't use words you don't understand, Rogue. I don't like others meddling in my affairs and implicating what I should or shouldn't do, Sydlänning." Eric came closer to Guts, adressing him face to face: "Now, who are you and what do you want, 'cuz you don't look like a Hero to me?" Hero. Eric knew he wasn't a Hero himself either. At least not of the kind people expect to work for a glorious organisation such as Heroica. He used to be a hero at home, in his village, his tribe. He was a champion, unmatched and unrivalled by any Human. He used to be, past tense. Then came his banishing. He had roamed the world ever since, working for various employers often of the dubious kind. Finally, he ended up here. Legit work, good pay, a chance for glory. A chance to rectify his past and work on his future, if the gods were willing. Sydlänning: Southerner

1. I could try that, even though I only have a vague idea on how I could do that . 2. That's a nice idea, but I think it'd be too much work to track the locations of every hero as there are already some 50 heroes in total (I think, when was the last check again?) Plus, we already have the "normal" map, we can track locations on that map too. 3. That's not such a bad idea, actually. I like it . I agree with you that it'd be a lot more work for the QMs though. 4. I'm not Sandy, but concerning background I think the general idea was not to include too much official Lego Castle lore. It leaves much more for us to invent, plus everybody can enter, even if you don't know anything about the classic Lego Castle lore. But as I've said, I'm not Sandy . Sandy'll provide you with the 'true' answer, I guess. This is just how I feel about it . Can't wait to see you character, always nice to see new interesting characters show up.

Eric's complexion turned sour as he looked at the newcomer. His posture seemed arrogant, yet relaxed in a way, as if the world was his and he had nothing to fear. His icy eyes glimmered in the warm light of the hearth. Eric scanned the Rogue, his gaze was cold, but mesmerizing and captivating. The Rogue shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. He had an ambiguous feeling about the strange Northerner. It was not that he feared him, though. There was something unsettling about the man, yet at the same time, Guts felt drawn to the mysterious person. The masked Rogue couldn't quite put his finger on it and the continuing silence only made the uncomfortable situation worse. The Barbarian grinned and started to talk. "Träffande och modiga, jag gillar*. I'm the kind that plunders helpless villages, taking all of the belongings and enslaving its people. Who are you and what do you want, ... Rogue?" Eric asked the question in a manner that gave an annoyed, uncaring impression. He was intrigued by the man however, even though there was nothing honourable about hiding behind a veil. *Pertinent and courageous, I like

The doors of Heroica Hall opened with a creaking noise. A gust of wind blew through the portal accompanied by heavy rain. It was pouring outside. The weather had been off for the entire day. A rain-soaked figure stepped inside and quickly shut close the great oaken doors. Rain dripped from his heavy fur cloak and blonde hair and ran down his face. The Barbarian was soaking wet, but he was used to it. He had spent time outdoors in worse weather conditions. Eager to dry his cloak and wet his throat, Eric stepped towards the bar, ordered a beer and went through to the open hearth. He hang his cloak over a chair and sat down. For the first time, he had the time to genuinely admire the great work Anwyl had performed on his blade. The opal was nicely embedded in the heavy pommel of his blade. Eric unsheathed his sword. Cold mists radiated radiated from the blade. The blade felt like ice. It reminded of the North and he started remeniscing about his life there. A life that has been gone for a great deal of time now. He wondered how everything was back home. Would someone miss him yet? Eric looked around and watch a threesome of heroes talking. Amongst them was some sort of snakeman. Its profession was difficult to discern, at least compared to those it was talking to. A green clad Elven woman, must be a Ranger. There was also some shady looking fellow clad in a face wrap there. Definitely a Rogue. Eric felt a surge of pride inside of him. He was one of the few Barbarians around right now, a Norse one at that! He sheathed his blade, placed it at his side and smirked. Calculating and calmly he kept observing the Hall, his icy blue eyes capturing every movement of the other Heroes, sizing up the competition.