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Horns sounded across the swamp- strange, wet, muddy sounds, more gurgling than a clear ring. The Moruth Rangers had tracked the party, noting the sizeable number of Schkyklyk Raiders attempting to pass in secret. The zombies and their palanquin, seemingly bearing a zombie king, were less discreet, marching straight to the Eastern gates of Shadowmere. Vladivus, Angfauglir, Lord Mortis and several warriors met the creatures beneath the black outer walls. The stench of the swamp followed them, not that the Nocturnians cared. The zombie king ordered his party to stop before the Lord of Shadowmere and the other Resistance leaders. "Salutations Vladivus!" called the King, his voice unnatural, "I speak as the King of the Moruth Swamps, and mouthpiece of Ravaage, the true Lord of Nocturnus." His eyes cast their gaze over the other Lords. "My esteemed Angfauglir, long has it been." Lord Mortis spoke from the gateway, "Name your reason for being here. If all you wish to do is bandy titles and small talk, then you are truly a King." "Ah, the vampire has a voice," sniggered the KIng, "very well, I wish to discuss terms of surrender." At this, Vladivus who had been quiet until now, spoke up "As an emissary, you shall be accorded due respect, and I guarantee your safety, providing you behave yourself. These are not the halls of Ravaage, we will have decorum. Turning to the Knights of the Inner Keep, he said "See the emissary to my throne room. I will receive him there." To be continued... So, the next part in the LV/ME/Jorrith collab. Hail Nocturnus! C+C welcome.

The Shadowmere throneroom was lavish, with a red carpet rolled out from the foot of the obsidian steps leading to Vladivus' golden throne. Banners hung from the walls, indicating fealty sworn to Shadowmere, and defeated enemies. The honour of guarding the throneroom went to the Kazzar Blackcloaks, who owed the Lord of Shadowmere a life's debt. Fearsome warriors all, they cut an intimidating silhouette with their lances, and none moreso than Vorek Steeljaw, his long golden lance setting him apart as a Captain in the Kazzar Blackcloaks. Without so much as a glance at this, the Black Spire emissary strode purposefully up the centre, towards Vladivus, flanked by two of his zombie guards, his crown glinting in the orange torchlight. He bowed exaggeratedly. "Hail once again Vladivus", he said mockingly. "Would ye hear my terms?" "Aye", came the measured reply, "let us hear them." The King's words came swiftly, as though practised. "Ravaage would have you bend your knee to him and yield the Resistance leaders," he said gesturing at the balcony, where Angfauglir and Lord Mortis watched. "In return for undying fealty and the dissolution of the Shadowmere Guard, you shall be granted your mothers former lands in Avalonia, where you shall live your life in exile. Your generals must either bend to Ravaage, or be executed." As the last word left the emissary's lips, the doors to the throne room crashed open, and a shout echoed through. "Stop this madness!" At this, the King drew his dirk, and charged at Vladivus, the sceptre in his hand glowing green, seemingly granting him warding against the Kazzar, who moved to intercept him. As fast as the Kazzar were, and as quick as the King moved, the Falcons were faster. Lead by Sir Eothain the Insane, they charged from the doorway, covering the ground swifter than any would have expected, followed by Lady Sithanna, her lips curled in a snarl, and her Manbat Warriors. Eothain's sword clove the sceptre in twain, and the head of the emissary bounced from his shoulders, as his guards fell to the floor. The bodies were swiftly cleared away, and a hurried council of sorts commenced. "What is this? You would kill an emissary?" Vladivus anger was palpable. "Hear us out my Lord" soothed Sithanna. "Your pup damn near killed my men", spat Eothain "He turned on us on the road to Abyssian. Ravaage's troops ambushed us, nothing we couldn't handle. Then the wolves came. Clawbreakers, and others. Fenrir didn't hesitate. He called for us to follow him against the wolves. Who were we to argue? The wolves came again, from behind, and as we turned to take them, Fenrir turned on us. If it weren't for Sithanna's timely arrival, on account of her taking a roundabout route from Kaliphlin we'd have been dog toys. Your guard you sent with us are all dead I'm afraid m'lord." "This King was with Fenrir- baying for blood. He's no emissary, he is, well, he was, an assassin," said Sithanna. "Amset-ra sent one of his men with us as a sign of the new alliance, and he knew the emissary of old." "This is troubling news". Vladivus mused. "Eothain, I'm offering you the position of Shadowmere General- it seems deeds must speak louder than words." At this, he cast his gaze at Angfauglir, who still leant upon the balcony. He turned, "Vorek!" "Yes my Lord?" said the Kazzar. "Call the Captains. Sir Eothain, ready for war." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And the next installment! C+C welcome!

Warning-There are about 15 pictures and sorry about the lighting, the sun decided not to come out for a few days. Some notes: about 80k in pieces and roughly 17 days of actual build time. I hope you guys enjoy! The Reach..Vanguard of the Southern Rakath Range and surface capital of the Goblin Empire. It is also home to several different species, including Humans, Dwarves, Kozar, Goblin, and Orc, all living peacefully (Nocturnian peacefully that is) under the protection of the Goblin Empire. The town itself sits in a long, narrow valley, bordered by steep cliffs on one side, and the Vanishing River on another, named because it disappears and reappears in a series of sinks and springs as it makes it's way down to the ocean. The Fortress of the Reach sits at the far top of the valley, and consists of a series of courtyards and towers, design to make siege difficult. It is also connected to a vast cavern system, where reinforcements can be summoned if need be. The town itself sits within the Twilight Forest, aptly named due to its permanent assortment of warm colored trees, reminding those who travel and dwell within it of the sunsets.

Previously Preparing for Trouble Visiting Allies Into Nocturnus After encountering a Red Sorcerer on the path ( who turned out to be quite friendly and was heading to support the Desert King) , Mage continued on to his destination, Bonesville. Bonesville, a small Nocturnian village in the Rakath Mts., is one of the many holdouts against the Black Spire. \ Although the standard soldiers of the town guard wear faded clothes and rusty armor they are still a very effective force in defending the village. Here an skeleton guard is seen patrolling the walkway. Executions of Spire troops and their allies occur on a daily basis. The armory in the back C & C appreciated

Bring In Your Dead (Challenge IV Prelude, Chapter 8) Previous Prelude chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Bring In Your Dead (Special thanks to Jorrith here, who put this build together within 24 hours of me asking him to. All pictures in this chapter are his.) 364586b by 1, on Flickr Wuulin felt fear for the first time in a long time. Sure, he had been in the presence of undead before, but none as intimidating as Lord Vladivus, Lord Anfauglir, and Lord Mortis. Perhaps this was the reason his master, the Desert King Ark'Mora Raa, had decided to seek an alliance with them. He also knew his master hated the Black Spire. When he last roamed the earth, Nocturnus was part of Kaliphlin, and the source of the curse that allowed Raa to rise again in this present era. 364591 by 3, on Flickr He had brought two domesticated Sand Scorpions for Lord Vladivus, he had heard the lord had a taste for unique and interesting things, and he thought the rarest pet in Kaliphlin might catch the lord’s interest. He continued on with his speech “as you can see, my master wishes only friendship with you and your cause.” He directed his words to Vladivus as instructed, but knew that what he had to say was meant for all three of the rebellion’s leaders. “After Kaliphlin is firmly under the old dynasty again, her troops will be at your call for your final assault on the Black Spire. My master is very interested in a close alliance with a region he feels so akin to.” Although many Leander had joined the Desert King, Wuulin was one of the few that was still “whole.” Most had been afflicted with the mountain mummy curse, and indeed the mountain mummies made up the majority of Raa’s forces. It was only natural to make an alliance with the capital of the undead. Wuulin glanced up at Lord Mortis and Anfauglir, they seemed to be judging him, or maybe judging his cause. 364590 by 2, on Flickr Vladivus spoke in a calculated, cool tone. “Your offer is… intriguing. However, as far as we have heard, Kaliphlin already has a ruler, what makes you think that he will give up his place for the old Pharaoh?” “My master assures you that Flagg will be no obstacle.” Wuulin said. “Nobody has seen him in years. He has been a recluse since his sister was taken. The High Council runs Kaliphlin, and they are divided and weak. My master is confident he will be able to secure their loyalty within the month. They look and desire for leadership in this troubled time.” “And what of the Ulandians?” Vladivus said. “We hear there is another army within Kaliphlin.” “My master remembers when Ulandus was part of Kaliphlin, he remembers sinking their island after they tried to defy his rule!” he replied. “ It is a shame some of them survived, and their descendants found another island to call home, but the Desert King does not fear the Sea Peoples.” He quickly added, “perhaps they will see the error of their ancestors and pledge loyalty quickly, or maybe we will just sink their new island.” He thought he heard a chuckle from somewhere in the chamber, maybe the guard? “You have given us much to think about Ambassador Wuulin. No go, be a guest in Shadowmere, you will have your answer in a fortnight.” And with the Vladivus turned and left, leaving Wuulin staring at a guard. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+ Lord Vladivus, Anfauglir, and Mortis discussed the new proposition. 364587 by 4, on Flickr “He could be a powerful ally against the Spire” Angauglir said. “But can we really divide our forces?” Mortis asked. “Who says we have to send him our best forces?” Vladivus replied. “All of us have followers that may be better off away from the action here, those we least trust, or those that may challenge our leadership.” “I am still not convinced that a full commitment should be made.” Mortis said. Angauglir concluded “So we speak more on this tonight, for now there are matters to attend to.”

Well this one is the longest... A King Reborn (Challenge IV Prelude, Chapter 18) Chapters so far: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 A King Reborn (Sorry, I had some really bad lighting issues with most of the rest of the builds.) throneroom by skaforhire, on Flickr The Desert King Ark'Mora Raa looked down on the Nile Croc emissary lying prostrate before him. He was in his secret throne room in Kaligem – the lost city was being repaired quite rapidly, and he thought that he may be able to move the capital from Sultan’s Gate back to his home in a matter of months. But today, he was here receiving pledges. The Nile Crocs were an interesting lot, he could remember freeing their ancestors from the clutches of the Goblin King, 2000 years ago. Of course then they were mostly denizens of the Enchanted Forest and not the Mainlands. He was pleased with the emissary’s people. Apparently they had already begun to fight near Queenscross in his name. It did seem as many of Kaliphlin’s peoples were pledging to their true leader once again. For the first time in a long time, he began to think about his first life, how he came to be, and Ner’I’ti. Oh Ner’I’ti… +-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-+ The very chamber that they sat in presently was not always a throne room. In fact, it had been the burial chamber the entire Raa Dynasty. His Greatest Grand Father still sat behind him, however the rest of his relatives were no longer occupying the chamber. tomb8 by skaforhire, on Flickr He remembered coming to the Tomb of Kings as a boy with his father Ahmendi Raa, his older brother Kalin’ti Raa, and his father’s closest advisor, Horros. This was the first time he had been allowed into the sacred crypt, and he had many questions. “quit your prattling,” his brother complained. “Father has brought you here to witness my ascension to the line of kings.” Ark’Mora was wise enough not to incur the wrath of his brother, and he knew that his brother was about to become a god, and his training told him one does not upset a god. Even if that god is his spiteful brother. The other gods had chosen Kalin’ti, and it was now time to begin his ascension. His brother was lucky, his father was still alive to start the process. His father began the sacred ritual, which lasted all of two minutes. “Fathers, gods, rulers to come, we call to you to begin Kalin’ti Raa’s ascension to Pharaoh.” Ark’Mora zoned out thinking about what this all meant. He was there because he would be first minister to his brother, although not a god like Kalin, he still would be essential in running the three kingdoms of Kaliphlin. His father had not been lucky enough to have an advisor of the same bloodline; he was forced to kill his two brothers to take the throne. His first minister, Horros, was a much different man, and Ark’Mora had realized early on in his tutelage that Horros likely kept the kingdom together, as his father distanced himself from the mortals. His father cared more for preparing himself for his second life that managing the kingdoms. This was evident in the current war against the Snow and Dark Elves of the northlands. There were rumors of the Western Marches preparing to rebel, also. His grandfather had destroyed most of the great Drow cities that were North of the three Kingdoms and had forced their people to begin to build settlements underground instead of above it, but his father’s turning away from military matters had allowed the Snow Elves and their darker kin to resurface. As first minister, he knew he would have to prosecute the war. DSC_1732 by skaforhire, on Flickr Twelve was a young age to be tutored in the way of statecraft, but Horros was sure that Ark’Mora was a promising student, so much that he had convinced his father to decree that Kalin’ti could not kill Ark’Mora. Kalin had already killed one of their brothers, as he saw him as a rival. Ark’Mora was considered too weak, and would soon become unable to bear and heir, thus taking away any sort of divinity. Ark’Mora snapped back to attention when he saw Horros’ bad eye staring at him. He knew the boy was daydreaming. His father was finishing the last part. “And May the line of Raa continue in eternity.” He had given Kalin’ti the blood amulet already, and Ark’Mora had been a little sad that he had not paid attention to the ascension. He wanted to see if Kalin’ti would change before his eyes or not. With the ceremony over, Ark’Mora began more questions. “Why is this space vacant he said, pointing to a position closest to the father of the Dynasty, Kaliph Raa. DSC_1730 by skaforhire, on Flickr “The closer to Kaliph Raa, the more important the Pharaoh. As you can see, the baby king is all the way at the end of this row, and right here, in the most important spot is your grandfather, conqueror of Nocturnus and Great Uniter of the Three Kingdoms.” Horros said. At this moment in time, Ark’Mora was uneasy thinking about the darkness of the third kingdom, Nocturnus. In time that would change greatly. Ner’I’ti… His father followed this up with his own boast: “That is my spot, I am worthy of my father’s spot. And for that reason, when Kalin’ti ascends to the throne in many lifetimes from now, I will begin my voyage to the second life here in this spot.” Ark’Mora was almost positive that his father would not be considered high enough by the priesthood for this spot, but there was a more suitable spot two sarcophagi down from his grandfather. He doubted that any of the living Raas could live up to his grandfather. His mind shifted to another time. He was walking through the streets of Kaligem with his brother and Horros. Horros was teaching the boys about responsibility. “You must be humble to people, they are your life blood” Because Kalin’ti was a god, Horros could no longer give him lessons, but he could give Ark’Mora lessons, which were meant for Kalin’ti to listen to and benefit from the same advice. Ark’Mora doubted that Kalin’ti listen to half of the speeches. Neither his father nor brother were very good with the people, and took the god aspect to a new level, his father would not let mortals touch him, while his brother believed that all mortal possessions, including their own lives, belonged to him. This was one of those times. “The hand that helps a lost soul, will have another soul to serve him in the afterlife…” Horros trailed off as Kalin’ti walked up to a sleeping man on the street. DSC_1803 by skaforhire, on Flickr “You!” Kalin’ti said, “Why do you pollute my streets with your filth?” The man jumped up immediately realizing who was standing before him. He immediately bowed. DSC_1804 by skaforhire, on Flickr “I am sorry my lord, I am a veteran of the West Marches Campaign. I came home and my house is gone, the new temple is being built there. I have no money, no more clothes, and my wife died of pox. I laid my head down here as the streets are the only home I know now. Please forgive me, I will move on.” The man graveled. DSC_1806 by skaforhire, on Flickr Kalin’ti threw the man up against the wall, and the frightened veteran cowered back to the ground. The prince lifted his foot up and began stomping on the man’s face. “You will not dirty my city. You are nothing. You are sand between my toes. You are fleas on a camel. You must know your worth – nothing. You could not have the courage to die fighting the Faeries of the Enchanted Forest, you can die here beneath my boot!” DSC_1809 by skaforhire, on Flickr Horros gasped, he knew he could not stop the prince, now that he had ascended. This was the first time the Desert King had seen someone die in front of him. +_+_ Ark’Mora’s mind flashed forward to his father’s death. He had died in sleep, and from the rumors the boy had heard, most likely from too much drink. He was now in the Tomb of Kings, where Kalin’ti was directing men to begin crafting the sarcophagus at the foot of Kaliph Raa. It was at this point that Ark’Mora had had enough. His father could not have been a god, let alone be buried next to the greatest god kings of all time. “The priests have not approved this yet.” Ark’mora said. DSC_1749 by skaforhire, on Flickr “You belittle our father after his death?” his brother said. “You think yourself on the same level to decide where a GOD is buried?” “I think Horros would agree with me, we must wait for the priests.” Ark’Mora said, knowing that he was standing on quicksand in this situation. “Horros has gone to the great hall to serve our father.” What? The Great Hall? This meant that Horros had been prepared for the afterlife – killed, mummified, and packed into the Great Hall. This was a common ritual for wives, petty servants, and cats, but not for a first minister. Horros was supposed to oversee the transition between Pharaohs. “That is not the way it is done!” Ark’Mora protests. “You will join him in the hall. Father demanded it.” His brother snickered. “Tomb Guard, take my brother to the Great Hall!” The tomb guard came forward to apprehend the boy. Without thinking, Ark’Mora ran to the tomb of the Greatest Raa, and took his staff. A gold Serpent that was said to hold immense power, that only a god could wield. Ark’Mora should not have been able to remove the staff, but he needed something to defend himself. DSC_1750 by skaforhire, on Flickr It slid out with ease, and he turned on his brother. The guard hit the ground prostrate and mumbled “oh great one.” His brother kept coming though. DSC_1754 by skaforhire, on Flickr Ark’Mora declared in a booming voice “You are not worthy, Kalin’ti. You and our father are not worthy of the power of these thrones.” And as he forced his brother back, he fell into the shallow water that surrounded the sarcophagi. But… DSC_1758 by skaforhire, on Flickr It wasn’t shallow for some reason. As he pointed the staff at his brother, his brother kept sinking… the water should not even come up to his knees, but still, his brother sank. DSC_1760 by skaforhire, on Flickr Until finally, his brother disappeared without a trace. Unlike the ascension of his brother, where Ark’Mora witnessed nothing unusual, he knew that in that moment he has ascended, and he knew he was a different person. +-+-+-+ The Desert King let his mind wonder. The War against the Shadows, The reconquering of the Drow. The decimation of the Snow Elves… his three greatest military achievements. The great Arch, the Triumphal Dome of Merriph, The great Golden Road, the third wall of Kaligem, his greatest architectural achievements. His land to soldiers initiative, his adoption of citizenship for all three kingdom’s residents, even the non-human ones, his greatest political achievements. He had accomplished this all before 35 years of age. None of it compared to the love he found in Nocturnus though. The staff had led him to a cave in the Dark Kingdom where he met her. She helped him tap his powers, before he fell in love with her, he never knew that he could be so powerful… powerful enough to destroy a whole subcontinent – twice. His mind immediately went to their last moments together. It was one year after he had sunk Ulandus, and they were back in this same chamber. DSC_1764 by skaforhire, on Flickr Things had taken a turn for the worst. He had used the same mass ritual to try and destroy most of the Western Marches. western march by skaforhire, on Flickr But something had gone wrong. It had not succeeded as planned. Another great force had played against his ritual, many of his priests had died in some sort of backlash, and his reports told him that a new ruler led in the West. One who over the next six months would unite the Western Marches, tap the power of the Faeries of the Enchanted Forest, enlist the Goblin King of the same realm, ally the remaining Drow, and find a way to maneuver and army hundreds of miles to Kaligem, while dealing devastating blows to the Pharaoh’s forces. His name was Agalmar, Lord of Pender, the largest city in the Western Marches, and we was now in the Tomb of Kings. DSC_1765 by skaforhire, on Flickr “False king, Kaliphlin scum, I come here to destroy you once and for all! The people of Historica are free from your bloodline’s tyranny.” The intruder announced himself. “I Agalmar of Pender will vanquish you.” Ark’Mora called back. “Your people brought this war upon them. Three decades of peace shattered by the killing of a baby! The nation of Kaliphlin will be restored.” He readied for a fight. He was exhausted, his magic was still recharging. Much of it had been drained in the long war with South Kaliphlin and Ulandus – They had risen up in protest over his connections to Nocturnus. A trait the Ulandians would hold even to the present day, a distinct hate for the immortal, the undead, the ever living. They still cursed the name Nocturnus to this day, and most during his first life knew that the region was the source of his great magic and immortality. “You attempted to destroy the West as you did Ulandus. Well, we were not so equally terminated. Maelord, our great Fae Wizard saw your spell in progress, and the Faery forces countered your blow before it was too late.” Agalmar said. Ark’Mora would learn after he began his second life that his spell had worked partially, destroying much of the landmass of the Western Marches, and creating the Mystic Isles. Avtoday by skaforhire, on Flickr Ark’Mora stepped forward to fight the man, only one guard stood in between the two rulers. But then, out of the shadows the Goblin King appeared behind the Kaliphlinites. DSC_1767 by skaforhire, on Flickr Ner’I’ti, always by his side since his pilgrimage to Nocturnus, had no chance. The Goblin King sliced her belly, and at the same time, their unborn heir, in one fluid motion. Ark’Mora raged. He turned on the surprised Goblin King and took his head in one motion. DSC_1769 by skaforhire, on Flickr He turned around to see Agalmar dispatch his last bodyguard. But before he could make it to the Western King, he felt cold… so cold. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the Faery Magelord, Maelord. His body weakened, but he still had to fight the upstart King. For her. DSC_1771 by skaforhire, on Flickr They spun, and thrashed at each other, block after block after block, and Ark’Mora could feel all his being draining from his body. Maelord was chanting. DSC_1773 by skaforhire, on Flickr Then he felt a blade enter his back. As he fell, he turned to see the Dark Elf Prince Drooz’Kang, his bloody face smiling after just receiving vengeance. DSC_1775 by skaforhire, on Flickr He could hear them talking over his body. He was not dead. He knew gods did not die. But he was trapped. DSC_1776 by skaforhire, on Flickr “We cannot let them have his body. He is immortal, he could still rise. It would be better to take him with us back to Avon Hill.” Agalmar said. “The staff is the greater source of his power. I will take this, and forge you a sword my king.” Maelord said. “You may need it in the coming battles of retribution. The rest of Kaliphlin will not sit idle. Drooz’Kang spoke up. “I consider our bargain complete human king. Do not come over the Northmounts, our alliance held until the Desert King fell.” “Believe me, dark elf, we have no desire to tread on your tundra filled lands. Stay north, and we will not have a problem.” Agalmar said. At this point, Ark’Mora’s vision faded to black as the last words that he heard came from Maelord. “Perhaps I will make you a new coat of arms too… something more… dragony? Maybe?” +=+=+=+=+= emptyw by skaforhire, on Flickr The next thing he remembered was waking up foggy, and walking. For hundreds of miles. Day upon Day upon day he walked without knowing where he was going. His first clear memory was back in this chamber. But it was so much different. All of his kin, save Kaliph Raa had been plundered. The powerful enchantment protecting his burial place seemed to protect some of what was around him, but mostly just his sarcophagus. empty by skaforhire, on Flickr He could feel his own body regenerating, he looked down to see that he was mostly in burial rags, but he could see fresh flesh returning to his body. He felt… good. But lost, longing for her, longing for his power, his throne. Sadness swept over him as he realized that the dynasty had ended with him, and that respect for his family had dwindled enough that people dare loot their graves! He knew at that moment that he would bring back his family’s honor. He would restore the great kingdom of Kaliphlin. DSC_1729 by skaforhire, on Flickr --------------+ In the weeks to come he gained men, money, and most importantly Kaliph’s staff. Which had been given to him by a supporter… Ra… he was brought back to the present by the Nile Croc’s voice. “My lord, may I please rise and tell you more about our operation?” The Desert King smiled, benevolence, humility, but power and strength. The four points of rulership according to Horros. He would show his subjects all these traits, and he would put the Ulandians back into the ocean, tame the rebel lords, and forge new alliances to strengthen Kaliphlin once more. DSC_1798 by skaforhire, on Flickr

Meanwhile in the lands of always wint...er wrong story. The cold, barren, frozen wastelands of the high mountain valleys of the Rakath Range are some of the most foreboding environments in Historica. But not to Gal-Turok and his Goblin hordes. These mountain peaks are his fortress. Countless miles of tunnels and caverns, each guarded by small watch towers and outposts, serve as high ways to a vast underground Empire. Lonely, desolate and chilling to the soul, this land is the perfect strong hold. Gal Turok has just arrived from overseeing clan meetings of the various tribes in Nocturnus, and has returned to start making preparations for war. He has pledged his support for the Desert King, not out of any sort of loyalty or brotherhood, but to show the might of the Goblin Empire, and why he is The Great Goblin Uniter. 4th Wall: Despite this being a heavily inspired Mitgardia build, I wanted to do another project that shows the Nocturnus is still more than dank swampland, hence the cold desolate feel. Hope you guys enjoy it. Would like to make the following claims for UoP: +1 Studs up rocks and cliffs +1 Snow and Ice +1 Waterfalls +1 Fortification

Tundwar temple is a place in Rakath Mountains, where lives mage Huzgar. Eric and Ira, which they travel north in Mitgardia deliver him cereal grains from miller Emald, so now he can finish the spell. He is very satisfied and reward them with a potion that will give them strength through further journey. He also warn them that should be careful through the mountains, because they are full of orcs, especially in the Mitgardian Rakath Mountains. Before he returns to the temple just wish them a safe journey.

Deep in the Nestlands, Lady Sithanna has sent her elite Blackroot Manbats to attack the Ulandian forces there. Fighting is fierce amongst the ruins of a temple to the Armoured Eagle Goddess. A Leander sub-species, the Leoparder are fierce warriors allied to the Ulandians. My entry to the Nestlands skirmish. C+C welcome!

After the visit from the emissary of the Desert King, Lord Vladivus sent Lady Sithanna to Kaliphlin to work with the Desert King. She has met with one of the Captains of the Desert King, Amrah Set. The meeting takes place in Amrah's personal chambers. Amrah: "Greetings Lady Sithanna. The Desert King rewards those who serve him. We have captured some Barquan Soldiers. We request your aid in delivering an ultimatum to Sir Gideon." Lady Sithanna: "Hail and well met. We have heard of your successes, and would endeavour to bring Sir Gideon into our fold, despite his position of neutrality on the Council. My scouts have also spotted Ulandian soldiers making their way through the Nestlands area. I am expecting a report from them imminently." A freebuild to show Sithanna making alliances with the Desert King, she will be my Sir-Brick-a-lot in the Challenge.

Eric and Ira are leaving Moruth swamplands and traveling to Avalonia. Their journey leads them first to the north to Mitgardia and currently are visiting Emald in Whonntvor in Malakaris swamp. Emald is a miller which produces flour in very difficult conditions. He needs their help and asks them if they can take a small packet of cereal seeds to his friend Huzgar, which is a mage and live in the Rakath mountains. Huzgar desperately needs these seeds and will reward them for their efforts. He says that he wanted to visit him, but it is old and does not feel healthy and possible for such a long journey. Emald greatly appreciates their help and thank them with a pack of flour. Eric and Ira accept his request, thank him for pleasant rest and continue their journey. I was afraid to build round towers only because of the roof. They never looked good enough. However, here I even like it.

Somewhere in Nocturnus . . . "The biggest bloodbath you can imagine! More than most of you will see in this lifetime!" So Ravaage's captain had promised. The people of the Iw-Ngem tribe had believed him, and enthusiastically signed up to join Raavage's forces. At first, they had been disappointed when they discovered the mis-communication about bloodbaths. Then, they were horrified by the dishonorable methods of their fellow troops. After the battle, though, the Iw-Ngem people were left in despair, as the Black Spire continued to destroy the land and people of their beloved guild, long after the fight had supposedly ended. In secret, the Iw-Ngem sent the young warrior Quchqal to pledge their loyalty to Lord Vladivus and his resistance. Quchqal still had a long journey before he reached Shadowmere, though he expected to run into scouts and distrust as he got nearer. Quchqal stopped in his tracks. He couldn't believe his eyes! A bloodbath! A true bloodbath! A thick red swampy spring, bubbling mysteriously just so, with delicious slimy black algae coating the banks -- Quchqal couldn't believe his luck. He hadn't had a proper bloodbath since . . . well. This must be a good omen, he decided; Set had sent him a sign he was on the right path for his people. He quickly shed his helmet and blade and prepared to dive in, clothes and all. Builder's notes: It was time for a quick break from the barren dry landscape of Ruadh! I hope Nocturnians find it pleasing. I'd like to claim UoP Credits for: Landscape Design: Trees (1 of 3) Hydrology: Still Water Geography: Swamp

Brullwor is a place in Moruth swamplands. Deep in the middle of the swamp stands a house, which is home to a girl named Ira. Ira is a lonely girl, which she hates this place, and dreams about a beautiful green land of Avalonia, which passers travelers told her about this land. When she was a child and hang out with Eric from the far Bluwhorm, he promised her that one day they will leave together this place and go in search of another place, much friendlier. That day she was delighted when he visited her, especially because she loved flowers and he brought her a bouquet of flowers Mireirien, pink flowers that are rare and grow in a very dangerous and difficult places to reach. Of course, the day which was really dreadful has now been wonderful and their journey now begins. So, I made another house similar to the previous. Still, I did not get tired of such buildings, but I really have to change something. The story is also nothing special. However, this is one of my biggest creations built on the panel 48X48.

The calvacade of horses picked their way across the stony ground, the steep, rocky walls of the canyon watching them pass. Vladivus eyed Angfauglir, the warlord confident despite being surrounded by elite Knights of the Inner Keep. It was not the same when the Lord of Shadowmere had last seen him. The clash of steel upon steel was still fresh in the half-vampire's mind. Many warriors of the Shadowmere Guard had fallen that day, and it had only been a reckless charge by Vladivus himself that had allowed his battered forces to retreat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------. At first, the battle had gone well, Vladivus and the Shadowmere Guard exacting a punishing toll as the first of the Covenant warriors met them. Vladivus had hopped up on a rock to wave his forces onwards, the Lord of Shadowmere cutting an imposing figure arrayed in his armour, a cloak the colour of stormclouds billowing from his shoulders, and the Dragon Helm of Dor-Lomin sitting upon his head. Then Angfauglir himself had charged. The warlord and his guards were mounted on mighty black warhorses, and they thrust into the Shadowmere Guard lines, zombies and orcs flying aside as the horses hooves pounded onwards. Angfauglir's staff blazed with malevolent red light, and the magical blasts emanating from it slew many a warrior. Whilst the Knights of the Inner Keep, in their heavy armour, had managed to hold their section of the line, the charge by Angfauglir had turned the battle in his favour. Vladivus saw that only a miracle would prevent the utter rout of his army, and in a moment of foolishness he called out a mighty challenge to Angfauglir, his voice ringing loud across the battlefield; "Face me you Spire whelp!" And Angfauglir did. Vladivus remembered little of the duel after the first few blows. The next he remembered was awakening covered in grievious wounds, surrounded by Lady Sithanna and her Manbat warriors. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vladivus' mind drifted away from the battle. What was it Krell had said when he heard Angfauglir was coming to Shadowmere? "Old Friends". Vladivus snorted to himself with the memory. He looked ahead, the citadel of Shadowmere rising imposing and black into sky. The road to Shadowmere was almost at an end. ============================================================================================================================ So the next part of the collab between myself, Mass Editor and Jorrith. Credit goes to Mass Editor for the opening shot, and the microscale Shadowmere has been posted before, albeit many moons ago. This was my second or third attempt at a battle scene- I tried to make it a bit more dynamic. I'm also away from my usual Lightbox (I really need to start editing my pictures...). Anyway, C+C is always welcome! A few more pics are on Flickr.

The Tree of the Dead is one of Nocturnus' many holy sites, shrouded in mystery as dark as its bark. Said to be one of the original trees of Nocturnus, the Tree of the Dead has long been venerated by various groups in the Darklands. Many make pilgrimages to the site to pay respect to deceased loved ones. Others offer personal belongings in hopes of finding them in the afterlife, while magic men seek it for the power it supposedly contains. Though only a few branches remain and none produce leaves, herbologists claim the tree is still alive. Skulls were placed inside the tree by worshippers long ago but some rumor the tree actually serves as a gateway to the underworld. Thanks for looking, feedback always appreciated!

Here's my series for this glorious contest: Four minifigs for four regions! Kaliphin Cyclops Centurion Graabolk is a mighty man (cyclops) in Kaliphin. He is bit of a strategist but mainly just horribly brave and inspiring leader. Smyt Smytsson is a bad-mannered dwarf bandit. He is likely banished by his kin due to his un-dwarfish clothes, manners and choice of weapon, or probably because they envy his pompous moustache. Uses a lot of chewing tobacco. Glorp the orc is something like a friend of Smyt's. He is a bandit too, master of mugging bedouins. He wears a head of one of his victims on his head with the turban and all. Cherbyl is a desert sprite, alluring but dangerous. She seeks the deserts for lost explorers and caravans and misguides them with mirages. She has form of a human, limbs of a bird and mind of a snake. Mitgardia Airen of Annugard is a hunter and scout who loves to patrol the borders of his home region. She is not a warrior, but definitely knows how to fire some nasty arrows at enemy's skull. Megga McManbata is one of the few highland mammothmen, an odd and mysterious race that is driven near extinction by human and dwarf settler. His fur is to thick that no clothes are needed; the kilt is an status symbol. Grimholt the Steadfast is a dwarf colonel (offensive squad). He gives his everything to defend the mines against monsters, hordes and taxmen. Goltana the Icesaint is one of the sacred white mages of Mitgardia. Her odorous potions and waxes do miracles to frostbites and sometimes even to lost limbs (or not the limbs, not much use to heal those, but the parts where they are lost, you know). Avalonia Sissa is a elven ranger. She is the master of camouflage and especially loves spring when the grassland and woods of Avalonia are full of beautiful flowers is full bloom. Bulgplop the Pikeman Pikeman is one of the guards of the Pikeman tribe that lives in the marshes of Avalonia. His pike's pike is made of pike's fishbone. Pikemen's pikes are also to jack pikes. Pikes are important in pikemen's culture. Jetro the Smith is the strongest man in Avalonia. He is not that good in making sharp blades and such, but he can swing hammer (and an anvil too) better than anybody and has enough muscle to bend cold steel with his bare hands. Bingo von Hinderal is the mayor of the town of Badhammod. He's a nice man and totally not a warmonger, and loves good food and drink. He's mostly very harmless, except during the years of famine. Nocturnus Clarol was daughter of loving parents in Avalonia but dark spirits stole her as a baby and took her to Nocturnus. Years in dungeons turned her into something dark and very dangerous. Fear and hatred gave her terrible strenght and her mind is full of twisted thoughs. Bjorn Gurmadon is a Nocturnian dwarf ambassador and an officer. Living in Nocturnus is hard for dwarves, but rich resources have driven his kin into this parts of Historica. Gurmadon tries to negotiate with sorceres, vampires and evil sprites to keep his people safe, and sometimes it deems a use of his greatsword. Evorma the Sorcerer moved into Nocturnus in the seek of true dark powers. He has the obligatory iron staff, black robe with occultic symbols and brooding wizard tower. He has not found the true dark powers yet. Were-Knigh is one of the unnamed evil warriors that patrol the dark valleys of Noctunus. They are strong, restless and have excellent sense of humour. No wait, excellent night vision is what I was saying. I hope you enjoyed these figs - probably one day I'll build an actual MOC to GoH!

Here is my entry to the GoH Anniversary Contest Cedrica Royal Guard of Cedrica With the King's whereabouts lost in the mists of the Revolword Wars, the Royal Guards of Cedrica are guarding an empty throne. Which may prove more dangerous than you should think… Mitgardia Northman Normally, he will be herding reindeer on the plains or icefishing on the frozen lakes of the far north, but when called upon to defend his homeland, he is a fearsome fighter. On top of this, his "moose-in-heat" battlecry is rather fearsome… Dwarven Prospector Some say dwarves have a sixth sence for valuable minerals, while others say its all about hard work in the dark mines. The truth is likely somewhere in between. Merchant Captain From the port of Thorshaven, this seacaptain roams the waters of Historica in an armed merchant vessel, shying away from nothing in the quest for fame and fortune. Well, almost nothing… Is that a seamonster?! Nocturnus Crocman Warrior Born and raised in the Moruth Swamps of Nocturnus, this warrior navigates water as well as land. While undisciplined, he is fearsome in battle. Cyclops Farmer While often overlooked in the annals of history, farmers are who keeps the armies marching. This cyclops farmer tends his crops as tenderly as any elf - Unless they bite back, that is. Orc Warchief Orcs tend to be the cannonfodder of any epic battle, but some do survive the onslaught. Those who survive enough battles to grow old, amass enormous experience and are often chosen as warchiefs. Kaliphlin Faqir Living an ascetic life in the streets of Barqa, this faqir preaches his verson of the teachings of the Aslanic faith. He makes his living on alms and what passers-by pay to see the snake dance to his flute. Gorrian Guardian In the Jungle of Gorr the Abemen resides. The strongest and fiercest of their people are chosen as Guardians of the Jungle and taught to stop for nothing to protect their homelands. Although banana bribes seem to improve their civility… Belly Dancer Assassin This beauty will enchant you with her moves and keep you entertained. But take care not to end up as a name on her contracts, for only few have lived to tell of her true occupation. Avalonia Plains Shepherd From a young age, a peasant's son must take his part in providing for his family. This young boy tends sheep in Avalonian riverlands with the help of his trusty sheepdog. Elven Wanderess In the enchanted forests of the Mystic Isles, the elves dwell, living in perfect harmony with nature. Her eyes appears to be imposing a question upon your mind: Have YOU hugged a tree today? Longbowmen Volunteer When danger strikes the lands, the longbowman levy is called to man the walls. Trained twice a week since childhood, these archers are a force to be reckoned with. All of them will hit the mark at 300 yards. The best of them will split the arrows already sitting in it... Drow Drow Tunnel Runner The Drow tunnels under Historica are constantly patrolled by Tunnel Runners, who may also be carrying whatever communications Drow commanders pass between eachother. Most likely the newest recipe for root stew… Varlyrio Palace Guard Captain The Rego is surrounded by his Palace Guard at all times. This Captain of the Guard keeps the soldiers in check and ensures that every piece of metal is newly polished and shiny. A flashy soldier is a good soldier, the Rego always said! Wealthy Plutocrat The wealth of Varlyrio is based upon the hard work of the entrepreneurial bourgeoisi. These plutocrats rarely chose sides in times of conflict, as profits are best gained through neutrality. _______________________________________________________________________________ I've had these sitting on the shelf since December, and seen a few of my ideas being used by others. (Great minds really do seem to think alike ) Lego even stole my idea for a snake charmer in the newest CMF series! There has been a lot of good entries so far - good luck to all! Feedback is more than welcome!

The story of Lord Mortis - Part 5 - The Awakening Part 1 Prelude: After Raghas Memnon passed on, his sons are on their way to Lord Mortis in Shadowmere in hopes of getting into his service. The road is long and dangerous, and they still have a long journey ahead of them. Also in the meanwhile, Lord Vladivus has met Lord Anfauglir and both are now on their way to Shadowmere to meet up with Lord Mortis, who is allready enjoying Lord Vladivus's hospitality. All three lords know that time is short, and swift united action must be taken to break nocturnus free from Raavage's reign of tiranny... Somehow, the following scene takes place, someplace completely elsewhere... A sunny place, lots of green, nowhere near nocturnus... Looks like Avalonia in the summer... A young lady is relaxing under the tree, enjoying the sunshine... So happy, enjoying the red flowers that are her favorite... It seems this is her garden... A cloud starts to block the sun, and a pale looking person approaches the young lady... Lord Mortis: Hello Sonja. Sonja: You! Why are you here?! You know very well i don't want you here! Lord Mortis: I appoligise for entering your garden, but we need to talk. I've brought you an apple, you still love those, right? Sonja: Well yes, but that doesn't answer my question... Why are you here? Lord Mortis: If there was any other way to talk to you, trust me, i would. As Lord Mortis is walking towards Sonja to give her the apple, and she to him, something is happening to the ground Lord Mortis is walking on.... Sonja backs away from Lord Mortis.. Sonja: Stop! You reak of death! Lord Mortis: Yes i know. This is what i have came to discuss with you. Sonja: Get out of my garden! You are killing it! Lord Mortis: This is not my doing Sonja... But this is what will happen to your garden and everything and everyone you love, if you won't listen to what i have to say... Sonja notices that the flower she was holding turned brown, and it sets her off in rage. Suddenly her dress changes to black, her skin turns just as pale as that of Lord Mortis, and the dead flower turns into a dagger. The rushes towards Lord Mortis and holds the blade to this throat... Sonja: How DARE YOU! Sonja: GET OUT OF MY GARDEN! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Lord Mortis is supprised by the sudden rage of sonja. He drops the apple, and takes a few steps back. As he is doing so, his robes of white turn dark... Lord Mortis: I am so sorry to invade your dream in the way i have done just now. But the situation at hand is dire, and this will happen to your garden back home, even all of historica if we don't act now! Nocturnus is under the tiranny of the black spire, and once the whole land is under his rule, he will go on to conquer more. Raavage won't stop. Ever. Sonja: So why should i care? Thanks to you i will never be able to visit my garden again! These dreams are all that i have left! And you dare mess with them?! Lord Mortis: I did not want to do this, please believe me. I was on my way to Harbringer's Haven to awake the covenant, but Lord Vladivus of Shadowmere requested my presence to discuss the resistance against the black spire. Time is short, and i fear that if i traveled to the convenant to awaken the army, we might be too late. Word has it that Lord Anfauglir turned his back on Raavage, if we unite our forces we might have a chance to fight the black spire. If we do nothing, Raavage will pick us off one by one. We need to unite. I need you to wake up and assemble the army, and have it march to Shadowmere. Sonja: Hrmph! You have a fine way to turn someone's dream into a nightmare... What about my dream garden you just trashed? Lord Mortis: Please Sonja, forgive my rude interuption of your slumber, this garden will be ok, but you will have to wake up. Sonja: Very well then. But you owe me quite a large favor to make up for this. I won't forgive you for intruding my privacy that easy! Lord Mortis: Well, you are absolutely right. When you wake up, look for a ring under your pillow. If anyone questions your leadership, show them the ring. You are now second in command of the covenant. Sonja sheaths her dagger.. Sonja: Well, that is, if the ring is still there... Lord Mortis: It should be, i am certain of it. Sonja: Very well then. I will awaken the covenant, and i'll see you in Shadowmere. Needless to say, you owe me some flowers when i arrive. You know what kind. Lord Mortis: Those are impossible to get in nocturnus! Sonja: You can invade someone's dream, but not get them flowers? Lord Mortis: .... Uhm, i'll see what i can arrange for you, my dear Sonja. Sonja: Good. Shortly thereafter, inside a crypt in Harbringer's Haven, sounds start to emerge from one of the coffins..... To be continued. Hi there! It has been a while since i've posted something new, and this has been because of some personal developments and also because i have a rather big installment in the works that is part two of this installment. Originally i wanted to make this one installment, but that would have made the story quite too long for a single forum posting, and it kinda creates a cliffhanger, so that's a bonus too! I have the next build for 80% done, and it's gonna be massive! MassEditor is also working on stuff, so not sure if it will be posted before, or after his build, but we'll see. Thought it would be ok to just post this, as a small progression in the story we are working on. Lord Vladivus is on a vacation right now, so things are a bit slow, but we all agreed to take it easy while LV is enjoying his vacation down under. The scene sans figs: About the MOC: I've wanted for my sigfig to raise his army and march to Shadowmere to aid the rebellion agains the black spire. But, due to the storyline plotted by ME, LV and myself, things did not go as i originally planned. LM is now in Shadowmere, unable to get to Harbringer's Haven so i came up with the idea of invading the dream of a sleeping vampire. The nice thing about the fact it is a dream, you can get away with stuff that would only seem normal after taking a hit of acid... Or stuff like that. I also wanted to make it look weird, but falling into place in the end. I hope i have succeeded in that, this build has been standing in my display cabinet for two months now, since i have been working on the other MOC. Had some time to think about the storyline, hope you like what i came up with! C&C Welcome!

Overview: Nocturnus: King of the Undead- A mighty Lord, he presides over the living dead. All he really wants is a nice cup of bloodwine and an enchanted pumpkin pie. Black Spire Orc Captain- A fearsome opponent, he has orchestrated many raids on Shadowmere. Gorilla Tracker- Formerly of the Island of Gorr in Kaliphlin, he travelled to Nocturnus to join the Moruth Rangers, but can now be found harassing Black Spire raiding parties. Fishwhiskers- A distuingished Nocturnian noble with a penchant for raw fish, the smell of which often gets him prematurely ejected from the highbrow parties he like to attend. Mitgardia: Jarl Snowy- Cold as the snow itself, he has fought many horrors, and now leads a band of men and dwarves. Mountain Barbarian- Likes to shout and throw axes around, but actually enjoys making snow angels- the snow on his bare skin cools his fiery temper. Bearded Lady- Ladies in Mitgardia can grow impressive beards. That sword, although dangerous looking, is for trimming the wiry hairs of her beard. Dwarf Solider- Loyal to the Jarl, except when he spots gold. Ooooooo shiny... Kaliphlin: Island Warrioress- Don't be fooled noble knights, this beautiful maiden would sooner take your head, than take you to bed. Perpetually Angry Merchant- His scams always backfire, but he has his key to his lock-up, and a sackful of cheap knock-off fake githril ornaments to peddle. Perhaps he'll smile if this one works. Leander Centurion- The Leander are mighty, noble warriors, and the Centurion epitomises this- few wish to face him on the battlefield, where his claws and teeth are as much weapons as his gladius. Carn Nightwatchman- Although he's scared of the dark, he's got a big lantern, and practices scowling to cover up his fear. Avalonia: "Where's my tights?" Knight- Everyone knows that Avalonians can't go to battle without their tights, but the Knight seems to keep losing his when he goes daffodil picking. Elven Ranger- A deadly shot, the daughter of the Elven King prefers to hang out with the lads and shoot Drow. Tree-trimmer- The trees of Vanhorn would quickly take over if it wasn't for this plucky soul and his axe. Once he's done chopping he loads the branches into a cart with his fork. Elven King- The greatest and eldest of the elves, there is little that he has not seen. A masterful Mage, it is rumoured he helped teach the first Druids. Well there we are- I found this quite hard to do this late on in the contest- there's been some superb entries. But here's my offering. I think a few might find themselves in my future builds. I do apologise in advance for the graininess of the photos- winter sucks as I don't have a decent lighting setup. C+C welcome!

Disclaimer: The following installment is very picture intensive. ME suggested i'd resize and link the bigger pictures, but it's over 40 pics, and well... I don't feel like it after a long workday, probably going to mess up... Other parts of our collab: On the Road to Shadowmere By MassEditor Old Friends By Lord Vladivus The Resistance Forms By MassEditor After reading The Resistance forms, i think The Awakening - Part 1 fits better after The resistance forms, even though it has been posted earlier. The following is part 2 of the awakening. Enjoy! Prologue After lord Mortis rudely entered Sonja's dream and warned her about the coming storm, sonja interupted her slumber that lasted multiple centuries. The next part of this story takes place in: In the cemetery of harbringer's haven stands the dark statue of Danag. He was the first vampire in nocturnus to realise that with building enough blood fountains, the need to drink from the living would become obsolete. Vampires and non-vampire beings could live together, benefitting from eachother instead of hunting and hating eachother. Danag gained quite a fortune in his long lasting life, mostly from building blood fountains in all of nocturnus and was always eager to share his wealth with the less fortunate. His offspring still help the needy as a tradition, and therefore danag's statue is somewhat used as a shrine honoring his, and his family's munificence. But danag also had a darker side... The scythe the statue bears was danag's tool to uphold justice.. Besides wise, generous and social, danag was also known and feared for his cruelty towards criminals. Children are still told the stories of Danag the reaper, coming at the houses of little kids that are up to no good in the middle of the night... When danag died, his remaining kin ordered the construction of a crypt befitting his achievements in his undead life. The crypt was expanded several times, untill it almost became a necropolis underground. It was also the wish of Danag to offer shelter to those who became weary of living a life eternal. Up top we find a vampyr guard securing the entrance... Suddenly the guard hears something... Very faint, but he notices it is originating from the vents underneath the statue... Guard Owen: Sounds like knocking... And it looks to me like the sound is coming from downstairs... I'd better check it out. Downstairs we find another guard, more or less off duty and enjoying the mead that the locals place at the shrine of danag... Guard Owen: Soran, i am hearing sounds coming from downstairs.. We'd better check it out. Guard Soran: *Hick!* Not my problem, you're the one on duty aand it's probably just somebody having a nightmare. *Hick!* Guard Owen: You know, you would do wise to cut down on your drinking... Guard Soran: Pff, i don't drink on duty and what i do in my free time is none of your buisness! *Hick!* Guard Owen realises he's not going to get any help from his fellow guard, so he ventures inside the crypt alone. Guard Owen: That good for nothing deat beat.... Guard Soran: I've heard that! Guard Owen: All quiet here... Must be one of the vampires deeper inside the crypt... As soon as Owen walks around the corner, he sees the lid of one of the coffins laying next to it. While opening the gate, Sonja pops up from her coffin, still in a very foul mood... (the reason why can be found in the previous part of this story) Sonja: You bloody *******! What in nocturnus name took you so long?! Guard Owen: Mi... Milady.. I was guarding outside.. I could only hear you very faint.. Before the guard can explain more, he is rudely cut off by Sonja.. Sonja: Then where is the other guard?! No matter, wake up the crypt! Light the torches! Start the fountain and make sure the vampyr guard is sent to the armory first, then everybody else! And while you're at it, get us some drinks from the fountain! Guard Owen: Yes Milady! Right away Milady! Owen rushes towards his colleage to tell him the news and thinking about the deep trouble they will be both in if sonja discovers that both guards have relaxed their working hours... They were both supposed to guard full time.. Sonja reaches for the pillow in her coffin, and finds the ring that Lord Mortis promised her would be there... Sonja: Well, well, well.. Looks like the old man was right! Time to wake up Darius and Quintella.. Meanwhile, guard Owen neared the guard room, and calls out to Soran. Guard Owen: Soran! Come here! Guard Soran: What is it now? Did you get scared by a little spider? Guard Owen: Put a sock in it, i've just got the order to awake the crypt and mobilise everybody, including you. The grin on Soran's face quickly faded, just as the tone of his skin. The cup he held was still half full, but he quickly threw it inside the lava pool underneath, causing a short puff of steam. Guard Soran: Oh no! I've been drinking... If they find out about our deal we are both toast! Guard Owen: Be cool, get rid of those cups and bottles, tidy up the place quick and light the torches. Just pray the oil and smoke will hide the smell on your breath a bit. I'll go and start the fountain, and get the remaining vampyr guard awake and geared up. In the meanwhile, make yourself rare. Owen runs back into the crypt to start up the fountain.. After pulling a lever, blood is starting to flow from the cup that the fountain's figure is holding.. After a while, there's a thump... and another.. Large stone covers are dropping out of the walls, and vampires emerge... Lured by the smell of fresh blood, more and more vampires are rising from their resting places... And feasting on this endless supply of blood, their first drink in centuries.. After the vampires had a drink, the vampyr guard is directing everybody to the armory to suit up.. It does not take long for the main hall in the crypt is starting to fill with armed vampires, not knowing why they are mobilised, rumors start to hum among the men.. Finally, Sonja appears on the balcony dressed in her battle armor... Sonja: Men, ladies.. You are probably wondering why your slumber has been disturbed and why you are now in battle dress... A storm is coming, and the time to just sit idle has passed! Lord Mortis came to me in my dreams, warning us of the danger that is called the black spire. He is now in shadowmere, forging an alliance with other forces and requested me to bring our covenant to that city. The men grow silent for a moment, then the rumoring starts again between the men.. why fight? we were sleeping peacefully... no need to go to war... Sonja: Men, i understand your feelings and i for one would have preferred we just rest forever more. But we as a group of vampires are posing a threat to the black spire, just because of our numbers and will either be taken out, or subjected. We have a choice now to be defiant, or to be slaves... What say you? Suddenly, a death knight approaches the balcony... His face shows age, and alot of battle scars.. He carries a large sword, weighed down with a gold bar.. Death Knight: We will definatly not be slaves, but if this is so important then why is Mortis not here himself to tell us this? Why should i take the story of a turned vampire girl for truth? If i recall correctly, you have no authority to lead these men, nor the authority to give orders either. If lord Mortis is not around here to lead us, someone second in command should be chosen. Sonja, still in a foul mood, is enraged by the words of this death knight... Sonja: You insolent swine! I should have you killed on the spot where you stand right now! Look at this ring, and look well before you say anything else! This is the ring of Danag, and it was granted to me by lord Mortis! That makes me second in command! Now bow, or prepare to die! Necromancer Quintella: Oh please stop this! There's no need for bloodshed among our own, if we are divided now, all is lost allready. Sonja speaks the truth, lord Mortis has also spoken to me in my dreams on this matter and she is now second in command. The decision was allready made before we went to rest in this crypt! Darius: Please listen to Quintella, she is wise and allknowing. Whatever lord Mortis had decided in the past, we should stick with it and be united as one! Sonja has moved down from the balcony, and gently moves Darius to the side.. Sonja: Well here it is, death knight... Either accept my leadership, or be cast out. Death Knight: Milady, i am loyal to the vampire covenant, lord Mortis and the bearer of Danag's ring. My undead life is yours to command. Death to the black spire! The death knight kneels before Sonja... Sonja: Rise, death knight! Your pride and defiance is admirable. I am honored to have you among the troops. Fight well, and i'll see to it your exploits will be rewarded. Guard! Send out a few men to the local village, and find some mounts to buy. Three minimum, but more would be best. Also buy some food, some of us might be hungry for more than just blood. And so, when the last light of the day fades, a small group of able men is running to the village of Harbringer's haven to aquire some mounts. Later that night, the necromancer is walking trough the cemetery... Quintella: Thank you for escorting this old lady, but there's really no need. The dead can't do much to me, but i can do alot to them.. The spell i'm about to perform is dangerous to the living, so you two better stand back a bit. Don't be afraid of what comes out of the ground, they are mine to control... The two guards stand down, and watch the necromancer walking further into the cemetery, the red gem on her staff is turning green with an ominous glow... Chanting incantations better not heard by the living, Quintella raises her staff, and taps it on the ground firmly. A loud thump is heard, not able to produce with a staff that size, and a green light is waving outwards on the ground... As the necromancer is walking away, a light rumble can be heard... Hands are starting to emerge out of the graves... Lured by the spell, the formerly dead start to walk towards the crypt... The following morning, we find Sonja at the shrine of Danag paying her respects and praying... Sonja: Danag, my lord.. Please keep us safe in the times that come. I have little to offer but my life, i would gladly give in return so that the others are safe. Please be with us. As Sonja is praying, the group that left last evening returns... Sonja: Ah, excellent! You found a warg! It's a shame it's not a white one, but it will do for now. Only three mounts? Swordsman: We are so terribly sorry milady! We have asked around all of harbringer's haven all evening and the early morning for mounts, but the people did not have many. These were the only ones we could find, and as soon as they saw the axeman's shield they would not take money for them either! They said we were children of Danag, and gave us their mounts. Sonja: They gave you these mounts? Danag be praised! Once we find other mounts to buy, see to it that these mounts are returned to their rightfull owners. It is the right thing to do. Order the men to assemble up top, we are leaving within the hour! Swordsman: Yes milady! And so, the vampire covenant starts to march towards Shadowmere... Darius: What a magnificent sight! Quintella: Indeed, but also saddening. Some of these fine men will not return. I hope the zombie troops will take the worst casualties, but the future is still unclear. Sonja: Let's hope we'll do good. For now, the path goes to shadowmere and not war... Yet. Additional pics: Troops 01 Troops 02 Troops 03 Front view Side view Left Side view Right Hi there! I'm terribly sorry for the vast amount of pictures, but it is quite a large build with quite a story, so i had to use more pictures than i would have liked. This is my biggest build to date, and took me about two months, multiple PAB and bricklink orders to complete. The top level is removable in 3 sections for ease of photography inside the crypt, and maybe some have noticed the improved photography.. (a.k.a. new digital camera) There were so many other pictures i would have liked to post, but including the linked pics, its 46 pictures allready! I also wanted to put an ending incorporating punishment for the two guards in here, but that would have taken another two or three pictures, and with the massive amount of pictures, i think it would be better to leave the guards fate to the readers inmagination. I hope you enjoyed the build and story, C&C welcomed, and also take the time to visit LV's and ME's builds!

Talk was light during the ride to Shadowmere. Neither Lord Vladivus nor Anfauglir could shake off the thought that one was leading the other to a trap. Although Anfauglir was alone and many leagues from his men, Vladivus suspected the disgraced Covenant commander might have a trick up his sleeve. After all, was it possible his allegiance had turned so quickly against the Black Spire? For his part, Anfauglir had no way to tell whether Vladivus would lead him right to the hangman's rope. His fate was currently in Vladivus' hands. Anfauglir and Lord Vladivus, flanked by two of Shadowmere's royal guard, rode through the massive black gates which had long protected Shadowmere. The other side was alive with the sounds of the city's famous markets. Merchants were lined up on both sides of the street to sell their wares and little could be heard above the din of haggling. A group of children swarmed Vladivus in excitement, hoping to hear one of his many tales of battle. For the first time, Anfaulgir was able to see for himself the glory of Shadowmere - Nocturnus' most cultured city and one of the mightiest in all of Historica. The group continued towards the royal palace whose towers and spikes rose threateningly towards the sky. The palace was not only home to Vladivus and his court, but served as headquarters for most of the organized resistance against the Black Spire. Anfauglir was led through several halls before entering a room deep within the palace. A shadowy figure stood in the middle, studying a large model of what appeared to be the Obsidian Spike. Vladivus moved forward to great him. "Ah, Lord Mortis, thank you for waiting on us. I apologize for the delay - there was a slight... erhm... misunderstanding at the border. Nevertheless, have you already met Anfauglir?" Lord Mortis turned and shook Anfauglir's hands. "We have not, but no doubt our reputations precede each other. Anfauglir, your escape alongside the Zugal and Dragon Master leaders has been heard across Nocturnus. That rabid dog has lost some of his closest allies, and now limps on just three legs." Anfauglir laughed at this thought of Raavage. "And many horror stories have been told over the reign of you and your minions - I am glad you have chosen to join us against the Black Spire." Vladivus walked up and locked eyes with Anfauglir. "Join us he has - it is you, Anfauglir, whose motivations are still unclear to me. Though my spies suggest your betrayal of Senurhem and Raavage is absolute, I'm still left questioning, why the change of heart? Had the blood finally run too deep?" Anfauglir lowered his head and spoke. He had been awaiting this question. "I was but a simple soldier, blindly following orders for what I thought was my people's best hope in this cruel land. Then I realized the Black Spire would have us march to battle forever, and that all we had fought for would be eventually consumed. Raavage and Senurhem seek a path of endless war that will not stop at the border of Nocturnus." Lord Mortis thought he could see their alliance crumbling before it had even begun. If Anfauglir and Vladivus could not put their past behind, this gathering would be for nothing. "Vladivus, I see no lies in Anfauglir's words. Here stands before you a man wishing to right his wrongs. I have seen the graciousness of you and your city... you would not forget it now I hope?" Vladivus relaxed. He knew he needed the Covenant commander. Their history, however injurious, could be redressed once Raavage's head was on a spike. "I hope you are right, Mortis. What we need now more than ever is able-bodied soldiers, and men to command them. Anfauglir, we still have much to reminisce about, but you are right: Raavage's goal has always been Historica. I'm afraid, however, the other guilds will not sit idly by. If the Black Spire is allowed to conquer all of Nocturnus, Historica will surely unite against our lands. The ensuing battle would likely lay waste to what little we have left." Vladivus walked to the model and mentioned for Mortis and Anfauglir to follow. "Fortunately, that day has not yet come. We still have time to defeat Raavage, but first we need a strategy. Here you see a model of the Obsidian Spike - the heart of Raavage's dominion. The stories you have heard are true: the fortress is impregnable. The Spike is protected by swamps on one side and buttressed by mountains on the other. This only leaves a frontal attack-" Anfauglir cut him off. "That would be suicidal. It would take a legion just to knock on the front door, let alone enter it." Glaring at Anfauglir, Vladivus continued. "-which only a fool would suggest. We need to hit Raavage where he is weak. Given your former alliance, Anfauglir, I was hoping you would have some suggestions." "We need to strike against Senurhem. Raavage is using the Covenant as a crutch now that he has lost the Zugal and Dragon Masters. You have surely heard, too, that the Drow and Varlyrian's allegiance with Raavage may be fracturing. If, as Lord Mortis says, Raavage limps on three legs, let's make him limp on two." Vladivus thought of the Dragon Masters and Zugal. Little has been heard of them since the escape from Lagash Ur. "And what of Anzar, Korrak and Rokkar? Will they fight with us?" Anfauglir took a deep breath and replied. "I don't know. I'm afraid their hatred for one another will not die easily, even under the Black Spire threat. Besides, I fear Raavage will focus his wrath on the Zugal and Dragon Masters for their betrayal. They may not have the forces to spare." Vladivus knew Anfauglir had failed to mention one detail - something his intelligence operatives has just received rumors of. He was about to ask when suddenly the door to the war room flew open and one of Vladivus' guards hurried in. The guard saluted Vladivus. "Sir! A group of warriors claiming to be emissaries from the Black Spire are outside the gate. They wish to relay a message from Raavage, to you personally sir." A look of concern dropped over Vladivus' face. "Looks like they were close on your trail, Anfauglir. Guard, order the garrison to man their posts and stay alert. We shall not fall for any of the Spire's traps! Lord Mortis, Anfauglir - will you join me at the gate?" Anfauglir nodded and followed the guard outside. "And you, Mortis?" "I do not wish to miss what foul message Raavage has sent our way, but there is something I must take care of first. I am expecting some encouraging news from one of my commanders. As you know, we vampires share many connections, and I am sensing something now - as if a veil of eternal sleep is being lifted." Vladivus placed his hand on Mortis' shoulder. "Is it Sonja, my friend?" Mortis nodded. "I believe she has finally returned." "Fantastic news, my friend. Please, take your time and join us at the gate when you are ready. I doubt these Spire scum will leave any time soon." The two shook hands before Vladivus turned and exited the room. Mortis sat down and concentrated. His mind began to form a picture of a dark crypt containing several coffins. Knocking could be heard from within one. --------------------------------------- A full shot of the MOC: --------------------------------------- About this MOC: Greetings! This is another part of the ongoing collaborative project Lord Vladivus, Jorrith and myself are working on. Thanks to everyone who made it through this long, long story - we had a lot to set up in this part of the project! Hope you guys stay tuned because there's much more awesomeness on its way! Other parts of this collab: Part 1 - On the Road to Shadowmere Part 2 - Old Friends And here's a link to ZCerberus' epic Obsidian Spike, so you can see what the model in my build was based on.

As the long shadows of the setting sun creep their way across the jagged outcrops and the trees of the mountain side, Gal-Turok pauses for a second. The air is still, the land quiet save for the water from the small stream making it's way down. Gal-Turok smiles to himself under his heavy helm, reflecting on the the notion that the Rakath, the most dangerous mountain range in all of Historica, still has a beauty of its own. But even with that realization, it IS still the most dangerous mountain range in all of Historica, and he best make haste. Even as strong as he is, he is still one being among many, who loved nothing more to kill the Great Goblin Uniter. Third free build. For those looking for the Nocty Standard, the build has it. Ten points to the person who finds it! For the glory of the Darklands! Would like to make the Following claims for UoP: +1 On Landscape Design-Trees +1 On Geography-Mountains +1 On Hydrology-Running water/streams +1 Minifig posing

I wanted to build some small scenes (16x16) for my minifigs from the Collectible Series challenge (my entry). I started with the Nocturnus ones: Imp soldier, guarding the entrance to the realm of the imps. Berserk attacking a croc outpost in the Nocturnian swamps. The Dark Wizard in his remote castle. The Bat Trainer's manor. It was fun to mess around a bit in another realm of Historica, Nocturnus has so many possibilities of cool stories and landscapes to explore. I hope to continue with these scenes for the minifigs in my series, but it all depends on how much time I manage to find. /Etzel

In the nick of time I finally managed to get my minifigs photographed. I built most of them weeks ago, but never got around to taking pictures until today. I hadn't had time to closely follow what you others have made yet, so in case any of my minifigs reassemble yours I apologize for that. Anyway, here they are: Avalonia: Avalonian Spearman The bulk force of most Avalonian armies. Perfect for protecting the less armored archers with his large shield. Very common soldier for the nobles private armies. Druid This experienced leader draws his knowledge and faith from the nature around him, seeking the true power of Mother Earth herself. He can often be found in the sacred growths in the Avalonian forests. Noblewoman The Avalonian Noble can live well of her family's fortune, but that's not the case for everyone in this land. To help ease her conscience this noblewoman has decided to pass out apples to the poor in nearby villages. Forest Nymph This spiritual being lives her life in the wilderness and cares nothing about the civilized world. Her only concern are for the creatures living in the forest. Her whistling has caught many wanderers ears but few have seen her for she's very shy. Kaliphlin: Petrean City Guard The capital of Kaliphlin needs a reliable force to keep order in the city's many streets and allies, as well as manning the walls in case of a siege. This man does his job, but some say the City Guards care more about their own appearance than the well-being of Petrea. Blade Master Trained with blades in hand since the age of six, this highly effective fighter usually uses her skills for entertainment rather than combat. Performances at private parties for the noble class in Kaliphlin can be rather lucrative and certainly safer than assassinations. Kaliphlin Counsellor Information is of great importance in this age and time, and the counsellor devotes his time to collect as much of it as possible and then pass on the important parts to his lord. Although high-born himself, his bad position in the line of succession in his family had him choose a career than served rather than being served. Feather Dancer The sensual movement of body and feathers is mesmerizing to all that witness this dancer. People from far away come to experience one of her shows and so far none has been disappointed. Mitgardia: Mitgardian Captain The rough seas in the North is no match for this seasoned captain. He has led his pack of raiders across the water so many times he has lost count by now. The coastal villages of northern Avalonia has learned to fear the sight of his ships. Fisher from the Clan Lands The Clan Lands of Mitgardia are cold, and the coldest are located at the border to the Frozen Beyond and inhabited only by a few frost-bitten souls. The waters are very rich in fish however, so at least the pale skinned people of the far North have plenty of food. Rumor has it that one member of the clan has traveled south, but it was very long since anything was heard from him. Nobleman The noblemen in Mitgardia are very proud and persistent in their independance from the Jarl. This one is no example and he proudly wears his house colors instead of the yellow and green of the Guild. His personal feuds with neighbours and vassals are of much bigger importance to him than foreign relations with "southerners". Merchant The trade in Mitgardia is mostly focused on raw material like furs, iron and timber. The merchants are always trying to surpass each other in share of the market and volume of trade. A lot of gold can be made if you can create your own niche of trade and this young woman seems to have succeded in that. Every good deal is of course sealed with a toast from the golden goblet. Nocturnus: Nocturnian Bersek Born and raised with one purpose, this creature has known nothing but war. Every day is a fight for survival and killing enemies is the only task. If he had been born in a different place in a different time, could his life had turned out different? Dark Wizard The magic that surrounds this wizard is darker than the night, but the gold in his outfit glows steadily when he performs his secret spells. The wizard is more powerfull than you would ever imagine, but prefers to keep his powers to himself. His home is located far away up in the mountains and protected by numorous spells to keep intruders away. Imp Soldier This short grown creature is more dangerous than his hight reveals. The imps has a large underground society in Nocturnus, but are constantly under attack from other factions. The rumour of the rich treasures of the imps are well spread but none has so far managed to infiltrate their caves and thunnels thanks to a fearless defence from the imp soldiers. Bat Trainer The vampires of Nocturnus have many specialities, but this one has focused on training bats for pet keeping. Vampires have of course a special connection to bats of all forms and can easily communicate with them, but it takes time to train a bat to feel comfortable with other races. Keeping bats has pets has grown in popularity among the nobles in Nocturnus and the bat trainer hopes that the trend will spread to the other guilds as well. It's been fun designing different minfigs and also very fun to write the short descriptions. Maybe this will spark my interest in GoH again and I will be able to produce some builds again soon. After all, I can't just abandon Ettu somewhere in the southern Mitgardia.

What a lucky guy I am, says Eric. I walked all the long way to Reina's inn and now I'm finally here. As always, Reina is a great host. Here I will well rested, eaten and slept. How long I will stay, I do not know, but I know that I still have a long way to go and Reina has a lot to say to me, so this will be a long night ... So, here it is Reina's inn.