Mark of Falworth

The Battle of Tigranocerta by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Another Roman scene! More info on Flickr! Enjoy!

(Gasp) This isn't LOTR!?!?!?! My latest build for the Symphony of Construction Contest. First real try at a micro castle and lot's of Photoshop fun! Enjoy! Climax of Destiny by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr

Thanks everyone! Yeah, I thought we could use a little more real "historic" stuff in the LOTR forum... A really good read to be sure! Haha! All aboard the NOPE train headed for NOPEville USA... Yes, yes... That shield...

The Siege of Alesia by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Based off of the painting "Vercingetorix Throws Down His Arms at the Feet of Julius Caesar" 1899, by Lionel Noel Royer The Siege of Alesia by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr One of my favorite wars of history was the Gallic Wars which were a series of military campaigns waged by the Roman proconsul Julius Caesar against several Gallic tribes. Rome's war against the Gallic tribes lasted from 58 BC to 50 BC and culminated in the decisive Battle of Alesia in 52 BC, in which a complete Roman victory resulted in the expansion of the Roman Republic over the whole of Gaul (mainly present day France and Belgium). The wars paved the way for Julius Caesar to become the sole ruler of the Roman Republic. Built for Major B's "Recreate History" contest. Enjoy!

CCCXII Falworth Castle Revisted by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr CCCXII Falworth Castle Revisted by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr CCCXII Falworth Castle Revisted by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr An entry to the CCCXII! Thanks for viewing and have a great day!

For some reason I can't figure out how to post it here. But I recently did a little stop-motion video. Would really like some advice tips or pointers from those who know their stuff! :) Here's the link. https://www.flickr.com/photos/mark-of-falworth/15308312016/ Thanks for checking it out and have a great day! :)

[pid][/pid] 256B An entry to the JRC3.5 on Forbidden Cove. Battle in Buccaneer Bay. by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Battle in Buccaneer Bay. by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr More pictures in the Flickr Album. C & C appreciated.

53. Brother Steven (3 votes) 58. Siercon and Coral (3 votes) 64. Bob de Quatre (3 votes)

[pid][/pid] 256D The Battle of St. Lucia by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Really enjoyed this one. Landscapes are my favorite. Thanks for viewing and have a great day! More on Flickr.

Thanks you! Much appreciated! Oh, Yursuff will be around soon enough!

165B Soldat de Fortune by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Mark of Tortuga and his fearless crew have captured a Bluecoat Xebec in faraway waters and have returned to the Caribbean Sea in search of a great hoard of treasure. Soldat de Fortune by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Soldat de Fortune by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Would really like some critique and opinions on this one. I'm rather pleased with the result but I'm still very new to this and looking to improve. Thanks for viewing and have a great day! *EDIT* Forgot to mention this vessel was highly inspired by Bonaparte's brilliant Xebex from some time ago.

Previously- (LoR) A Perilous Plunge! by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Mark had no intention of surrendering to the vile underlings of Karain, but in his state of amnesia he thought he stood no chance against four well-armed warriors. But as is often the case Mark had a "brilliant" plan of escape! Our hero raised his mighty battle axe menacingly, then hurled it at the opposing leader! The soldiers rushed towards the fugitive, only to have Mark's helmet and armor flung in their faces! Such tactics were unheard of! Before the Outlaws could recover from the surprise Mark was a hundred yards out to sea... swimming swiftly without the weight of his weapons. To follow Mark in full armor was nothing short of madness. It was then that the warriors of Karain ruefully acknowledged that they had no long-range weapon among them. None that is, except insults. "COME BACK YOU SPINELESS WORM!" "COWARD LOREESI!! YOU'LL DROWN!" Mark paid no heed to their verbal affronts and continued at a more relaxed pace to swim out into the open ocean. "Better to drown trying to escape then be hacked to bits!" Our hero hoped there was more land of some sort ahead, otherwise this would be a very, very long swim.... (LoR) The Sea-Eagle Strikes! by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Mark swam for a grueling 16 hours before he sighted a small dark object on the watery horizon in the wee hours of the morning. Was it a boat? A comatose whale perhaps? it was still too far away and dark to see... A few minutes more brought our hero to the object, which turned out to be a huge rock that stood out from the lapping waves in lonely dignity. Mark crawled wearily up the barnacle-covered boulder and collapsed onto the stony island. There he fell fast asleep, and slept for who knows how long. Mark's bad dream about messed-up hair was interrupted by the shrill cry of a bird of prey echoing across the waves. Mark raised his fatigued form and opened his salt-encrusted eyes. "Hmm... What was that... And how is it midday? It was morning t-two minutes ago..." Our hero looked around, dazed from the terrible trials he had undergone. "Whoever that Karain fellow is, he's going to pay for me being so dreadfully indisposed.." Mark's vision finally came into focus,and he espied what looked like a vulture circling miles above. "Aha! That's a good sign! There must be some land hereabouts..." Unfortunately for Mark, the "Vulture" suddenly swooped down for a closer look at the little sun-burnt man on the rock. As it's thirty-foot wingspan whipped by, Mark was suddenly aware of the dangers of being stranded on a rock in the middle of the ocean. "B-Big...Vulture!!..." The huge black beast circled around again. It might not want just a look this time round! Mark was utterly adverse to being snatched from his boulder. And, as usual, there wasn't a single loose rock or stone that could be used as a weapon. Thankfully for our hero, on the person of the guard that Mark had ambushed in his cell was a small dagger, which Mark had neglected to rid himself of when he swam from Karain's warriors. With his little knife in hand and the adrenaline pumping through his veins once more, Mark steeled his nerves as the mighty eagle with glistening talons raced towards him! To Be Continued! ----------------------------- The second build shown is my entry to the seed part challenge at Classic Castle.com Thanks for viewing and have a great day!

(LoR) Awakened por Mark of Falworth, en Flickr Mark of Falworth felt the warmth of the sun shine from the window, It singed his skin uncomfortably. He slowly and sleepily opened his eyes. The room was framed by sharp edges of granite pillars illuminated in the blood-red glow from a small pool of hissing lava at the bottom of the cave-like chamber. Still drowsy, Mark mumbled to himself. "This doesn't m-make sense." He closed his eyes. "...just a bad dream..." Mark opened his eyes again. "Oh no... Still in here... must be real..." Mark felt light-headed and weary. His effort to sit up was brought to a halt by a sudden jolt of pain deep in his neck, which convinced him to remain quiet. "Where... am.. I?" His eyes refused to stay open any longer. Mark fell back into his stupor... (LoR) Imprisoned! por Mark of Falworth, en Flickr Mark opened his eyes once more. The sun was still shining through the window just above him, and it was still dreadfully hot... "Enough of this! I m-must get out of here!" The pain in Mark's neck was still excruciating. But with a new-found sense of urgency he dragged himself up to a sitting position. As soon as his head was erect the pain tripled in intensity, and he felt an acute wave of dizziness come over him. If he wasn't sitting he would have surely fallen to the ground. Mark leaned back on the rough stonework and breathed deeply to try to shake this cloud of weakness. After what seemed like several hours, he felt significantly better. "Where am I?" Mark gazed about the room. The cave-like room betrayed no hints of his location. Then a new question arose. "Who...Who am...." A deep sense of horror flooded his mind. The horror of a LOST MEMORY! "WHO AM I!?!" Yes, the mighty blow to the back of Mark's head had put him in a coma for nearly a month! His memory, purpose, and perfect hair completely GONE! Mark looked down at his hands and feet. No shirt, a simple pair of trousers. Not a single clue as to his identity. Mark smiled at his terribly unfortunate circumstance. "Whoever I am, I'm in bad shape; this doesn't look like a room for welcome guests..." Mark sat in silence for a moment, pondering his situation. "Whoever owns this dismal place must wish me ill... And it's too hot... ...I think I shall escape!" He first turned to the window. Impossible. It was a mere slit in a thick wall of unyielding masonry... The door was also discouraging... a chance of escape seemed unlikely, since the massive brass hinges gleamed in the firelight, and the woodwork looked impressively solid... All hope seemed dim when he heard heavy footsteps approaching the door! Stiffly, but with haste, Mark laid back down on the stone slab. He would leap up and surprise whoever was coming in! (LoR) Looking in on the captive. por Mark of Falworth, en Flickr The metal lock on the door rattled as the door creaked slowly open. Mark squinted his eyes so as to appear asleep, but he could still roughly see what was going on. Two figures clad in black crept into the cell. The one with a soldier's bearing hefted a large axe. His other hand, full of jingling keys, pointed to where Mark was lying. "Still fast asleep, Sir. Just like yesterday." The other tall figure hardly appeared human. His blood-red eyes narrowed to slits. "He smiles still as well..." The guard took a closer look. "Maybe his face is deformed...?" The villainous being hissed with satisfaction. "I shall soon wipe that grin off when I sacrifice him to myself... Keep him here until tomorrow." The jail-keeper stiffened and saluted. "Thank you, Karain. I shall not fail you." Karain turned and vanished into the blackness. Then his words echoed back. "Pray you don't." (LoR) Desperation por Mark of Falworth, en Flickr Mark abandoned his initial plan of jumping at his captors the moment he caught sight of the large battle axe in the hands of the burly jailkeeper. Once his black-clad hosts left, Mark rose from the stone bench where he lay. "Sacrifice!?! Who on earth is that guy!?! Why does he want to sacrifice ME?!" He gazed around his cell in terror at the now calamitous situation. "They could have at least mentioned my name!" The questions in Mark's mind only multiplied. "What did I do to earn their hatred? Am I a bad person? Hmm, I think not. They seemed rather uncouth and malevolent... Meaning I may be a just and moral individual..." Mark's speculation was cut short when he recalled the severe time pressure. "Until tomorrow... That doesn't give me much time to escape... If I had a weapon of some sort I might surprise the guard!" Mark intently studied the floor of the room. Extremely rough, jagged stone surrounded him on all sides, but nothing of useful size could be pried free from the solid bedrock. Then Mark noticed the smoldering lava pool with a metal grate... "Forsooth! Those iron bars are free from the floor!" Our hero had hit upon a brilliant plan! (LoR) Fingers to the flames! por Mark of Falworth, en Flickr Mark plunged his hand into the searing heat, and with the fury of desperation, he snatched the iron bar from above the boiling pit. He quickly tossed the fiery rod under the stone bench and clenched his burnt appendage. The desire to scream from the intense pain was unbearable! Using the last shred of his self-control, he restrained himself. The slightest noise would ruin his chances of escape. It would be at least half an hour until the bar would be cool enough to use. He could almost taste it... freedom was close at (burnt) hand! (LoR) The Escape! por Mark of Falworth, en Flickr As soon as the iron bar was cooled, Mark began his well-thought plan. He pounded the door with all his might and screamed! "LET ME OUT OF HERE!! AUUUGGHHH!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!" Mark then sneaked to the side behind the doorframe and waited, ready to pounce. Sure enough, the jailkeeper hastily unlocked the door and dashed in. He never knew what hit him... *KLANG!* *Ka-thump* "My apologies, Sir, but I really must be leaving." Mark stripped the armor off the unconscious guard. "It was certainly kind of you to wear such a nice suit of armor for me to take... Hist! This panoply might be a little on the small side." And with that, Mark leaped through the door and made his escape! To Be Continued! ------------------------------------ Some of you have probably seen this on Flickr already but I thought I would post it here too. ;) TFVHAGD!

Thanks for the kind words everyone!

The Temple of the Twin Jaguars. from Mark of Falworth, on Flickr. My contribution to the Symphony of Construction round 2. Be sure to check out the full interpretive progression of four MOCs and three musical compositions in the Round 2 thread in the Symphony of Construction group!

Thanks a bunch guys!

My latest build for what was formerly known as LCC. (Now LoR) Full story (And eventually more pictures) on Flickr. Or, if you're lazy and don't want to follow the link, here's the full story. The horde of loathsome Outlaws had gained even greater numbers than before! The evil baron of the queen, Mathieux Deschamps, deemed the extra reinforcements necessary if he was to fully subjugate the unruly, rebellious Loreesi to their ever-patient sovereign. They had just crossed into the area traditionally claimed as the border of Loreos, when they heard a low rumble, not from their own feet. The entire force stopped in consternation. Then suddenly, the banner of the old King appeared over the next rise of sand dunes! Then a rider on horseback... No, a knight! The gleam of armor could be seen! Then more and more knights! Hundreds! Thousands! The horde of Outlaws was utterly shocked to see a enormous army of the terrible armored knights of Loreos arrayed before them! It was then the Outlaws began to seriously question their leader's leadership abilities... "Baron! You said the Loreesi armies were disbanded!!" The Baron's eyes widened in terror. "They are!! Or they should be!!" "Well I see a big un-disbanded army there! What are we going to do!?" "We'll fight them, you cowards! They are the rebels now!" "Wait a minute there! We didn't sign up for an even battle with armored lancers! You promised us lots of plunder and booty with little or no danger!" As the arguments of the Outlaw soldiers and their leader escalated, the Loreesi leader strode forward. "I DEMAND PARLEY!" One of the Outlaws recognized the man whose voice had just echoed over the battlefield. The perfect hair! The ever-present grin! The famous emblem on his shield! It could be none other than the "Bane of all Outlaws"! "IT'S MARK OF FALWORTH!!!" Stunned silence hung in the air. Then the Outlaws all simultaneously cried- "WHHAAAT!?!?!?!?" "B-But, we killed him!" "No, the dragon got 'em!" The Baron was just as confused as his men. "No! No! I killed him with a boulder!" The Loreesi knight called out again. I AM MARK OF FALWORTH!! AND I DEMAND PARLEY!! One of the Outlaws nudged the Baron. "Well Mathieux? Aren't you goin to talk to em?" "NO I'm not going to talk to him! It's probably a trap!" One of the biggest outlaw warriors rebuked the baron. Oh, you're going to talk to him! Unless you want us to hand you over to the Loreesi as a plea bargain! A chorus of assent ran through the Outlaw army. Mathieux had no other choice. The evil baron rode out to meet the Loreesi leader. Mathieux Deschamps had seen Mark of Falworth several times before, and there was no question in his mind that this was the real Mark of Falworth. The happy grin was a dozen times more terrifying than usual. Mathieux, despite being almost lost for words, was the first to speak. "How?..... How could you be?..." "Alive? Haha!" "The dragon they speak of....?" "He mussed up my hair. So I had to kill him." The baron swallowed hard. "You can never win, Mathieux. You're doomed to failure!" "Is that so?" "It's an absolute certainty, I'm afraid." "And why is that, Mark?" "You've made me your enemy! and now I've come for you and all who would stand by you!" "Well I hate to disappoint you. But my army is still larger then yours! You won't be able to stop us!" "Your ugly rabble could hardly stand a good strong breeze, let alone the mightiest warriors in the world! These knights have marched to the gates of Stonewald and back! They've trained all their lives for war, and have been battling ever since! You have no chance whatsoever!" "A fine speech! But it will do you no good! In the name of the gracious queen I demand you to surrender! Or I declare you a Rebel and an Outlaw!" "In the name of justice I demand you to surrender!" "Bah! You and your "Justice" are the scourge of the land!" "Likewise. Now, surrender unconditionally or suffer the consequences!" "Never! You'll have to kill me before I surrender to you dogs!" "Good! Now I shall have the distinct pleasure of destroying you utterly, you beslubbering beef-witted coxcomb!" And with that, each went back to his force. The charge was sounded and the battle began! ------------------------------------ To be continued!

Very classic! Great work!

Entry 3: 3 points. Entry 1: 2 points Entry 4: 1 point

Inept Interrogation! by Brother Steven, on Flickr Mark of Orion, the intrepid spaceship captain has been taken prisoner by the Empire of Capella, and the imperial officers are seeking information from their newest captive. "Who are you with, and what was your mission on the forbidden planet!?!?" The Imperial captain cracked his knuckles menacingly. Mark's mind raced furiously. if he couldn't convince them, he wasn't a pirate, his chair would be set to five ga-zillion tetrawatts! "My name is, uh..... Stanley. Yeah, Stanley. I don't have any so-called mission! You shot me down without the slightest provocation!" " "Oh, ho ho! So it was you flying around in a forbidden zone, huh "Stanley"." ? "Umm, yeah, I didn't realize that area was off limits... You could have sent me a text or something instead of assaulting my craft!" The Captain chuckled, completely undaunted ,and adjusted his sunglasses while he pretended to listen to the pathetic excuses. "You're not the one asking questions here, bud. Why exactly were you flying a craft through illegal space?" "Well, that's easy to explain! I'm uh, I'm a... Surveyor! Yup, I'm a surveyor. That's it." one of the hulking imperial soldiers snarled. "I say he's lying! Let's zap 'im right now!" "Hold on Private, I'm about to give him the works... Well, "Stanley," I have news for you... We did a forensic identity check up, and your DNA, your facial features, your vocal patterns and your location all match PERFECTLY to the well-known space pirate and wanted criminal "Mark of Orion"! What have you to say to that?" Mark was flabbergasted by the barrage of guilt-proving facts. "Ooh, that was a pretty good move there, Captain. But I'm innocent! You can't prove anything!" Captain Lockjaw wasn't convinced. "You're lying! We've got you cold, Orion!" Mark smiled. "Prove it, Lockjaw!" The Imperial captain saw an opportunity to crack this nut once and for all. "I'll do just that! Bring in the "LDD"!" "What!? LDD!? What's that!? What does it do? Is it up to interplanetary peace convention codes?" Inept Interrogation (part2) by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr The Captain cracked his knuckles. *Crackle-pop-snap* "LDD Stands for Lie Detecting Device!" "What a lame name... What about Deceit Destroyer, or Dishonesty Dishoner or maybe even the Treachery and Trickery Terminator? Captain Lockjaw growled. "Silence fool! You will now answer our questions truthfully or we will surely know about it!" "Oh, I'm shaking in fear." The machine responded. *Bleep Bleep - Lie.* The machine's reaction gave Mark an idea! "Ha! You guys have this all planned out don't you?" *Bleep Bleep - Lie.* "AAUGH! Shut him up!" Mark didn't stop. he was enjoying this and he was on a roll. "Wow, you guys are so smart! Truly an example to the whole empire!" *Bleep Bleep - Lie.* "Haha! I love this thing!" *Bleep Bleep - Truth.* "RRRGGHHH! Turn that thing OFF!" _______________________________________________ To be continued! MOC made by my brother, Brother Steven. Story by me. Thanks for viewing and have a great day!

Thank you! Yeah, I'm just quoting Captain Kirk. There is more uploaded I just need to post it here!

Captured! by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr Mark of Orion, the fearless spaceship captain, has crash-landed on an inhospitable uncharted planet! "Zounds! When I find the sucker who hit us from behind, they've had it!" Mark wandered across the rugged terrain, the gaseous atmosphere swirled thickly around him. The poisonous fog rapidly cleared and, suddenly, Mark found himself in the center of a imperial squadron! Instantly, every enemy weapon was locked on the lone pirate. "Uh... Greetings! I come in peace!" "Enough with that, rebel scum! Surrender or die!" The Imperial captain snarled. Mark wanted to appear innocent, and it was often possible to fool the not-so-brilliant Imperial troops. "Hold on! I'm not a rebellious intruder! My ship was shot down just outside this atmosphere! If you hurry you can catch the fiends!" The captain grinned maliciously. "We took down a pirate craft just seconds ago!" "Uh, that's well, that great! You've already got them! Bravo! I'll see you gents later!" "Wait just a second, what are you doing with such a powerful handgun, and a sword?" Mark looked down at his automatic laser pistol and razor-sharp sword. "One can never be too careful out here." Undaunted by the innocent act, the captain continued. "Our scanners indicate that the crew escaped to the surface before the destruction of the ship!..." Mark of Orion wasn't about to give up. "See what I mean? There could be bad guys anywhere!" "Okay, that's enough! Take him men! ICV Scimitar, nine to beam up." ___________________ To be continued! Captured! by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr So I needed a break from castle... To boldly go where no man has gone before! Thanks for viewing and have a great day!

Great work again! Your bro makes super cool trees!

This is a collaborative build by myself and my real-life Brother Steven. Twas built as the final scene in our first book in our series, THE ANSELM SAGA, part 1 "The Envoy" Learn more about it here! http://falworthpubli...g.blogspot.com/ Well, we were both very happy with how this one turned out! At 128 x 80 studs it the biggest build we've ever made! (In total area.) We hope you guys like it! The Grand Joust of Gisellicburg by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr The Grand Joust of Gisellicburg by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr The Grand Joust of Gisellicburg by Mark of Falworth, on Flickr