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Thanks! I got the "lean" technique from a Book 2 Challenge 1 build in Nocturnus. I don't remember who used it though... I got them in the Valentine's Day Dinner set, but they also come in one of the smartphone app sets. The Valentine's set had 7 of the sand green bricks so I bought 2 Well, you won't have to wait long for the next part! Thanks Cap! Thank you kabel! Glad you like them Mike! I'm glad you like the rocks, I wasn't sure how'd they turn out.

Tower Phase III

New AoM build up!

OoC: Another warning for this post. Before you start, you need to know that there is a ton of writing! I've been building up to this part of my story since I first started on the journey. You can read one of my first GoH builds here, which will help you understand the story in this one. If you don't read the story and just look at the pictures, I totally understand! But, if you want to know what's happening in the Wyndor timeline, you will want to sit down and read it eventually. See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 16.6: Mitgardian Throne Room (made by Glorfindel) Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home Part 19: Crowded Market Mayhem Part 20: Shooting Straight Part 21: Returning Part 22: Keeping Out or Keeping In Part 23: Talk in the Tavern Part 24: Mitgardian Long Sheep Part 25: Captive in the Barn Part 26a: At Ease Wyndor, the two men from the town, and the Blue Wolf had been riding in silence for about half an hour now. The Blue Wolf renegade had urged them to push the horses faster than Wyndor thought was wise, but there had been such a sense of urgency in his voice that Wyndor didn’t argue with him. As they had started their journey Wyndor asked the renegade where they were going and was meet only with, “You’ll know when we get there.” Wyndor figured the silence had gone on long enough when he spoke up and asked, “So what’s your name?” The Blue Wolf glanced over at him and hesitated for a moment before answering, “Miles.” “Tell me Miles,” Wyndor said, “Why have you been killing the dwarves of Dalig Ulv?” Miles laughed out loud at that. “We haven’t been killing them! You’ll get your answers soon enough, we’re here.” Out of the fog they had been riding in a tower loomed up ahead. Wyndor figured they must be near the Orcish Marshes. This tower must have been a guard tower against the somewhat savage inhabitants of the marshes. It wasn’t on any of Wyndor’s maps though, so he knew it must be old indeed. They left the horses at the bottom of the hill and climbed the path to the door. There were plenty of armed men around the tower and the two town guards from Dalig Ulv seemed a little nervous to be so outnumbered. They approached the door and Miles said, “Your men will need to stay here. They can keep their weapons.” Wyndor knew he didn’t need to add, “not that it will do them any good.” Wyndor nodded at the men and followed Miles inside. They walked to another door and Miles motioned to it and said, “Our leader is inside. He has your answers.” Wyndor stepped into the room and found himself looking at the back of someone’s head. It struck him as oddly familiar. “Please, close the door Wyndor” stated the stranger. Wyndor obeyed and asked, “I do not mean to be rude, but what is this all about?” The stranger ignored the question and asked instead, “Do you know what happens to Ice Dragons when they die of old age?” Wyndor was puzzled so he just listened. “They say no one can say for sure” continued the stranger, “because all the dead Ice Dragons Mitgardians have seen have been slain ones. One theory is that they all fly further than the Frozen Beyond and become monuments of living ice, moving slower than the icebergs across the snow dunes. Others say they melt into the ocean and some claim they don’t die at all but become men who wander the northern reaches of the Frozen Beyond warning stray travelers to go no further.” The man paused for a moment as if remembering and then continued, “What actually happens is that they fly north and then die like any other animal. How do I know this? Because I’ve been there. To the Ice Dragon’s dying grounds.” At this point the man pulled off his glove and flexed his fingers. Wyndor noticed their odd color and started to ask about it when the stranger continued his monologue. “I traveled with an Ice Dragon there. Not by choice. I was holding on for dear life. It was doing all it could to stay alive with my spear stuck in its belly. We crashed in a field full of dying dragons before the one I was with gave up the ghost. I grabbed my spear from his carcass and ran as fast as I could. I was 13 at the time.” Wyndor was suddenly realizing why this man seemed so familiar. He sputtered, “No… it can’t be… you can’t be…!” The stranger turned around, “Yes, Wyndor, I am your brother, Tagaler.” Wyndor rushed to his brother and embraced him. “How can this be?” Tagaler awkwardly returned his brother’s hug before letting him go and continuing with his tale. “When the elemental monster attacked us I was thrown in the same direction as the dragon. I grabbed the dragon’s toe with my hand and was frozen fast to it. I was tossed like a rag doll as the dragon hurtled through the sky and then as he regained the use of his wings and then glided even further north. We passed over a large portion of the Frozen Beyond, where no one has gone before, before we crashed. It wasn’t until he died that my hand was released. My spear must have been caught by the wind of the elemental monster and thrown in just the right way to pierce his hide. I ran from that place with a frost burned hand, and no clue as to where I could go. I walked for what seemed like days before I finally collapsed in the snow, assuming my end was near. My arm had turned black and I knew the frost had already taken it from me and would soon take the rest of me." "I closed my eyes. I don’t know how long I was out. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged up out of the snow by someone layered in furs. I don’t know who he was or where he came from, but he had ice blue hands that grabbed my dead hand and rubbed it. Whatever manner of man he was, he was not normal. There was something other-worldly about him. After he was done rubbing, my arm was no longer black, but the same shade of blue you see now.” Tagaler rolled up the sleeve of his tunic revealing an icy looking arm. Wyndor gasped, “I have never seen anything like that before! Does it hurt?” Tagaler shrugged. “The only thing I feel in this arm is intense heat. My arm is immune to cold it would seem, as I haven’t been able to feel its effects on this arm since that fateful day.” “What happened next?” Wyndor asked. “The man handed me a pack of food and pointed” Tagaler responded. “I walked in the direction he pointed until I came to the rift between the Frozen Beyond and Mitgardia where some clansmen were fishing in the icy waters. They took me in and gave me a home. It took a few months for me to finally recover. After that, I didn’t know if the rest of you had survived and I couldn’t bear the thought of returning to father to give him the news that the rest of his sons had died, so I stayed.” “Wow,” responded Wyndor, “that’s almost too much for me to take in. I can’t believe you’re alive Tagaler!” “It’s Mattimeo now” he answered. “I took a new name since my right of passage was completed. I haven’t been Tagaler for over 6 years.” “So, you’re the leader of all these men” said Wyndor, “but how is that since you’re less than a score old?” “With this arm” Mattimeo said as he held out his blue arm, “I have more strength than most men do with both their arms. I don’t understand what has happened to me, but I’ve used it to my advantage ever since. I’ve learned much since I’ve been on my own. You’re not the only one who’s traveled to the other guilds. I spent some time in Kaliphlin training with the Yakuzoka, a league of trained assassins. I also spent time in the capitol, reading histories of the guilds and learning much. These men follow me because I’ve proven to them that I can hold my own and because they believe in my vision.” “So you started the Blue Wolves? I guess I know why you chose that name now” Wyndor said as he pointed at Mattimeo’s arm. “Yes, between my arm and my upbringing in the Wolf Clan, it seemed a fitting name for my group of renegades” answered Mattimeo. “But why all the killing?” asked Wyndor. “Death has never been our goal” said Mattimeo. “And I’m afraid you’re mistaken on many accounts of our involvement with the happenings in your city.” Just then a man burst into the room. “Sir!” he shouted “We just received word from Bëo. They are being attacked from the north!” “But, they are the most northern…” Mattimeo paused for a moment. “No! That means, something from the Frozen Beyond is attacking them!” He turned to Wyndor. “I need you to come with me. I never thought what I encountered in the Frozen Beyond would ever be seen south of the rift. I may need your help.” “But what about what you’re doing to the dwarves of my city!” replied Wyndor. “Time enough for explanations later” said Mattimeo. “You will have to trust me that Dalig Ulv in not in danger from my men.” “So it is in danger then?” replied Wyndor. “Yes, and it is a danger that could threaten the entire western half of the guild” answered Mattimeo. “But Bëo would not be asking for my help unless it was dire. And if even half of my fears are true, then we are facing what could be the end of Historica!” “When do we leave?” was Wyndor’s answer. OoC: Have you ever tried to make 2 minifigures hug each other? It's very hard! Here's a couple more pictures...

Is that a Klingon!?!

Fantastic little build! Good details and some great figs!

I for one am done with working on the map for awhile. I know kabel said what we have should be enough for Mitgardia, but I think if anyone wanted to work on other versions (such as typical snowpack) for their own story and builds that'd be grand. I'm willing to share my gimp files with anyone who wants them. Man, if that were my dragon I'd post it in it's own topic It looks great!

A question about our civil war. Will we get the results of our chapter before the Kaliphlinian one starts (more than it already has)? And now, the map you've all been waiting for: Let me know what you think about the removal of the towers. Since they haven't been a part of Book II at all, I thought it would be best to remove them.

So cool! I can't imagine how much work will be going into this on the back end of things (well maybe I can ). Thank you to all who are making this possible! I side with the Desert King. Bring on the mummies!

I'm just trying to avoid having the map be too cluttered. For now, if you can let me know which of those two cities you want represented on the map then I can make sure it's up to date. If you end up building five or more MOCs for both cities, then I'll put them both on. Fair enough?

I think it'd be good to have only established cities on the map. I personally have 3 different cities I've created in my story, but I'm only including the one I have more than 1 build for. Since 1 of your cities is already on the map I think we should wait to add a 2nd until there are a number of builds to represent it. It's easy enough in your build explanation to say, "directly north of..." to describe where your city is that your are referencing. Though, if the majority of you disagree with me I'll go ahead and add it in

Map update coming soon! Last chance for any requests!

Ah! That makes sense Sorry for the assumptions on my part. Yes, all of the questions you just asked will be answered in my next build!

I love those mountains! Great build minus the short gate

If you read more of the story I've written then it will make more sense. But, I know I have a lot of story, so if you wait until the next build it will at least make more sense.

See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Part 11.0 Part 11: Mysterious Death Part 12: Dark Meetings Part 13: Warm Yourself Part 14.1: Sisterly Visit Part 14.2: Proud Farmer Part 14.3: Mitgardian Household Part 15: Another Mysterious Death Part 16.1: The Council Meeting Part 16.2: Meeting with Wyndor (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.3: Feud in Teridyan Part 16.4: Great Elk Longhouse (made by Glorfindel) Part 16.5: Traveling Partners Part 16.6: Mitgardian Throne Room (made by Glorfindel) Part 17: The Cemetery Part 18: Home Part 19: Crowded Market Mayhem Part 20: Shooting Straight Part 21: Returning Part 22: Keeping Out or Keeping In Part 23: Talk in the Tavern Part 24: Mitgardian Long Sheep Part 25a: Captive in the Barn Mattimeo sat at the desk scrutinizing the map. “Where are you?” He asked no one in particular, tapping the map and thinking deeply. “What secret have you discovered that I haven’t yet Edea?” He continued deep in thought until a woman entered the room. The woman stood at attention, waiting in the doorway. Mattimeo motioned the woman over. “Constance, please come here. Tell me again what your men found in the chambers.” Constance continued to stand at attention and recited her facts, “The men have searched the entire city and have found no clue as to why this chamber of the dwarven temple remains sealed. We have found no way in from around the chamber, above it or below it.” “Please, Constance,” began Mattimeo, “at ease. I know you and the rest of the men are doing your best. I’m just anxious that Edea is going to beat us in first, and you know what disaster will befall us if that happens.” “Yes, evil will again rule this part of Mitgardia” answered Constance. “We will continuing searching. But, that’s not why I’m here. Wyndor is on his way and will be here within the hour.” “Finally,” Mattimeo sighed. “Thank you Constance, that will be all.” Constance left the room and closed the door behind her. With another sigh Mattimeo removed his glove and massaged his oddly colored hand. “After all this time, will you still remember Wyndor?” Mattimeo asked silently. OoC: Preview! I plan to have the next installment of the Wyndor Saga built by next weekend but I wanted to give you all a bit more of the story and to whet your appetite for what's still coming!

Great build! I really like the floor on the first floor. Great tiling!

The inside of the Sarlacc feels so organic I shudder when I look at it! Makes me feel like I'm the one being digested!

Very nice rendition of Coruscant!

Sorry about that Bob! I didn't see the original post date, just that it had been commented on recently I think this was worth bumping though. It really is a fantastic ship. You certainly know how to build them!

Lovely build! I really like the angle of the house and that small tree is a good addition!

Done!

This is fantastic. I really like your turret design. Great use of those canopy pieces!

We are working on it right now! We hope to have it out soon!