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The brave soldiers from Daydelon pour forth from Veggrfell, lead by the indomitable Jarl Snowy. Sir Glorfindel has ordered him to hold the town at all costs, but the Algus forces are unconcerned by the plain MItgardian steel wielded by most of the town guardsmen. A few of the Daydelon men, Snowy included, carry weapons forged in the dragonfire forges of the Nocturnian Resistance, delivered by Gorrian Ratback Dragon. Still the situation is bleak, and night is falling soon. The Mitgardian defenders: And the Algus attackers: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, my entry for Cat A. I had a right pain with photos, no matter what I did, the lighting sucked. Super grainy pictures result. UK winters aren't the best for photo taking, even going outside didn't help. Anyway, C+C welcome. More photos on my Flickr. Many thanks to SK for the name, and the use of his lands! I owe all the others that replied a build now!
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In the GOH timeline, these events happened mere hours after the events in Nestlands Clans Embassy in Nocturnus: Lord Vladivus' Visit, part 1. -------------------------------------------------- Ambassador Bloodmane: It took quite some work to clear the blood fountain of what the Drow had done to it. I'm told it is one of Danag's original fountains. Lord Vladivus: Is that what I think it is? Ambassador Bloodmane: Aye, but I must caution you with its use. Once summoned it will only do your bidding once, and then it will escape back to its own realm. This war of yours will be a hard one, and you will incur some losses. You should keep this in reserve until your need is greatest. Lord Vladivus: I will keep that in mind. This has been a pleasant and fruitful trip, but Shadowmere and the war beckon. Ambassador Bloodmane: Well then, I'll have my people carry these to your zombies. Lord Vladivus: Kasalia, I will be leaving now. Librarian Kasalia mutters an unintelligible reply without even looking up from the scroll she is examining. Lord Vladivus shrugs. Lord Vladivus: Take care of her. Ambassador Bloodmane: She'll be safe here. ----------------------------------------------------------- Upstairs in the study area before the Nestlands Embassy Grand Library: Twali: Mistress, do we stay? Librarian Kasalia: We stay. You guard. She gives a sidelong glance at the Avalonian mage to her left, sniffing the air to get a sense of his power. Nolan Baar, a minor mage from central Avalonia, is here to study the raising of phantasms and specters. His aim is to use these to patrol the remaining Drow tunnels in Avalonia. Nolan Baar: Such bounty in this place. Food and knowledge. Nolan needs to be a bit more careful, as his sword is about to knock over the game board. It is an odd conquest game that Nolan hopes the Ambassador will teach him. Kasalia has pulled Nolan's trencher over to hold the scroll she is reading. The scroll details the construction of the first temple to the Armored Eagle Goddess, built by the Sky Elves. ------------------------------------------------------------- Above the study area are the symbols of Ambassador Bloodmane's faith, a statue of the humanoid version of the Armored Eagle Goddess and a representation of the Staff of Winged Grace. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Here's a shot of the build sans character figs and loose items. More detail shots can be found in this Flickr album. ---------------------------------------------------- CCC -
A wretched hive of scum and villainy. A more apt description of Port Wrath had yet to be uttered, at least if you weren't Orcish. The Orc quarter was particularly wretched. Dark figures came and went, and in a land such as Nocturnus, where lawlessness was the norm, not the exception, these figures represented the most reprehensible outlaws. The orcs simply didn't care. If you wanted to shift body parts, or deal with the Drow then this was the place. Even the Black Spire stayed away. For the most part. The docks planted their feet in a sea of blood, the water cursed in ancient times. In these waters lurked horrors unspeakable. A ratman from Skavenport padded softly towards an orc and a gorilla tracker making an illicit deal in the Alley of Chains. An orc chieftain strides towards the tavern next to his storehouse; the Flayed Avalonian. Inside the tavern, a wolf and a witch converse. Mhyrra: "The skull firsssst pup. The staff comes after." The wolf swallowed. It wasn't often that he felt nervous. The past months had involved preparing for this moment. Hunting a rarity. Claiming the kill. Not an easy task. The staff was formerly owned by the eminent, but now dead, Necromancer of Shadowmere, Krell. The skull had to be worth it. He spoke, the soft menacing growl gliding across the table: "Fenrir Bloodcloak keeps his word. The skull is yours." He placed the grinning skull on the table. "Is the staff mine?" Mhyrra hissed, fingers stretching out. "Aye, the staff is yours." Her fingers brushed the jawline of the skull. "At last, My Lord." Her head rose; "Fenrir, you are forever an ally of the Symbeline Coven. I never thought I would hold his skull in my hand. But your hunt has given me the skull of Vladivus, Lord of Shadowmere." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A freebuild to further my story. Hope you enjoy the story! C+C welcome!
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In and around Shadowmere, there are many fountains of a sinister nature. Beneath Shadowmere, in immeasurable caverns there are vast lakes of blood drained from unfortunate victims. This blood is enchanted and takes on a life of its own, swaying columns of freestanding blood ever moving towards the ceilings of the caverns. The blood forces its way though the rock, and bubbles to the surface. Most of the points at which the blood breaks the surfaces have had fountains built upon them. An industry of sorts has grown up around the thousands of such fountains of Shadowmere- blood wine. Shadowmere, prior to the emergence of the Black Spire, was one of the largest manufacturers and suppliers of Blood Wine in Historica. The production still continues, largely due to the unceasing labour of the undead bottlers, and awaits a more favourable economic climate. A small fountain, typical of a freeholding in Shadowmere. From the back, a Shkyklyk overseer exits the small toolshed. An orcish worker uses an enchanted goblet to transfer the blood to the nearby barrel- making blood wine is a laborious task, steeped with tradition and strange arcane rituals. For example, each day, the fresh blood must be tasted and blessed by a member of a particular orcish tribe, which are accorded ranking higher than would be the norm- here Gruzag Wineswiller, in all his finery (he sits upon the Council of Shadowmere as the head of Commerce), sips from a glass of blood taken directly from the fountain. Whilst Scarecroicus (in his new day job), stirs and presses the blood with the femur of a six and half year old baby Bald Blueback dragon. So an entry for HSS: Agriculture. I hope it fits, I've been struggling to come up with an idea, but I hit upon the idea of blood wine, and it kinda stuck. Just a small one for this! C+C welcome!
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Northern Nocturnus, at the border with Mitgardia. Smoke drifts lazily through the cool mountain air of the Northern Rakath, from a small barbarian encampment. An ice-cold, bubbling mountain stream runs through the camp, and salmon leap from the clear waters. Into this idyllic setting strolls Taun-Li, the famed Master-Sensai of Panjitsu. Few expect him to actually be a panda, but the Nocturnian is comfortable with that- it works well for his current occupation. Taun-Li is working for Lord Vladivus, the Legendary Warlord of Nocturnus, aiding him in hiring warriors to fight against the Black Spire. This particular barbarian tribe is the Kanucka Head Takers. Well organised and militaristic, they subsist here in the mountains on a diet of fresh salmon, speared from the river by tribesmen. Taun-Li strides accross the bridge, and is greeted by the tribes Chieftain, Oran Limbsmasher. The chieftains black cloak swirls in the air, and his bearing is proud and noble. Oran: "Greetings. We do not often have your kind visit this far North!" Taun-LI: "Leaves on the wind fall as they will. I come with an offer from Lord Vladivus." Oran: "Do you? And what if I refuse this offer?" Taun-Li: "Then I am to return you to the earth. All Nocturnians must stand and fight. Take a side. You are either with us, or against us There is no neutral ground." Oran: "Then what would the Lord Vladivus have me do?" Taun-Li: "Take your warriors over the border to Mitgardia, and prepare for the coming troubles there. I shall be accompanying you." Oran accepted the offer, and Taun-Li gave him a week to prepare his kinsmen, before leaving to prepare himself. A build mainly to try out water, and I wanted to use the panda guy costume, and it also leads into the Mitgardian Challenge. Hopefully. C+C welcome!
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When Lord Vladivus returned to Shadowmere, he handed Sir Natas over to Krell, his Necromancer. In the dungeons of Shadwomere, screams echo throughout the halls. These dungeons are a horrifying place, and one that few return from- those that do are usually the dungeon keepers, but even they do not always return. In one of the cells, Krell and one of his Servants of Torture see to Sir Natas. Krell: "Welcome Sir Natas. I assume you are aware of we are about to do- not that you have any choice mind. You're not in Avalonia or Kaliphlin, here in Nocturnus, we are cruel rather than kind!" He motioned to the Servant of Torture, who stepped forward, bearing vicious looking tools. Sir Natas: "No. You cannot. This is heresy. Ravaage is the true lea..." His voice was cut off by a sharp blow to the face. Krell:"Ravaage is dead, his body merely isn't aware of it yet. Now, about Zurias..." Krell's eyes glowed a fierce red, and with the Servant of Torture, set to work. Several hours later, Krell emerged, now armed with a host of information. C+C welcome, yet another freebuild! What has Krell discovered? I apologise for the lack of focus on the second picture, the camera refused to focus on the faces.
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In his chambers in the Nocturnian citadel of Shadowmere, Krell discusses business with the head of his personal bodyguard. The business discussed ranges from patrol routes to resolving confrontations with the general citizens of Shadowmere. Krell's personal bodyguard are Shadows, fearsome warriors from beyond the mortal realm. Footsteps echo down the corridor outside, as a figure wrapped in black cloth strides purposefully towards Krell's chambers. The shade guard posted outside challenges the figure; Shade: "Who goessssss ssthereee?" The figure flicks aside some cloth to reveal a terrifying arachnoid face- Draxx, a member of the Scorpionmen race. Draxx: "I come to give important news to Krell, from Vladivus." The Shade stands aside, and opens the door-grate. As Draxx goes to enter, the Head of Krell's bodyguard exits, and though he has no face, his gaze fixes Draxx, who feels his soul bared to this etherbeast. Draxx enters the chambers. Krell looks up impatiently at the interuption. Krell: "Well, what is it?" Draxx: "I have travelled swiftly from Southern Nocturnus with great news- Vladivus has captured Sir Natas and is bringing him here for you to interrogate." Krell: "Perhaps we shall get the information that will lead us to Zurias. At least Vladivus will get some closure." Draxx leaves, and Krell calls in a Shade Guard. Krell: "Awaken the Servants of Torture. We have work to begin." Shade: "Assssss you wisssshhhhh my lord." C+C welcome. A build inside Shadowmere! It shows the build up to the torture of Sir Natas! Also a chance to show off some new fig combinations! In hindsight, I wish I hadn't picked black for Shadowmere, I hate photographing it! -
In light of the Black Spire's emergence in Nocturnus, and the siege of Abyssian, Vladivus has realised that Shadowmere's armies may not tip the scales enough- outright warfare may decimate armies, but he needed a way to remove the head of the beast, when necessary. Hence the formation of the Shadowmere Assassin and Intelligence Guild, or S.A.I.G. for short. These warriors are highly trained and drawn from a variety of Nocturnian citizens, each with abilities that lend themselves to the task at hand, ranging from Wolfmen, and orcs, to Night Elves. These operatives are heading out for a classified mission in Black Spire territory, whilst a bizarre air-living stingray floats lazily on the air currents. Night Elf, Beastman... ...and orc work together for this mission. C+C welcome. Yet another aspect of Shadowmere's forces. Just a small build this time!
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Berigoria, shining town of Peregrinus in Kaliphlin. Undeath permeates this town today, as Vladivus, the half-vampire Lord of Shadowmere visits Erudhalion Sansael, seeking a prisoner of great value to himself. The meeting takes place in a light and airy tower, although today Vladivus brings an air of opression with him. Accompanied by his mighty zombified Knights of the Inner Keep, and clad in full battle armour, he cuts an imposing figure, but Erudhalion has faced worse than this Nocturnian. Erudhalion: "So, what is it then that warrants a show of force in a township that has never had course to oppose you yet?" Vladivus: "I seek a man. I am told you captured a peasant bearing the mark of the Black Spire attempting to enter Berigoria in secret." Erudhalion: "Aye, that we did. But he was... ...Fleeing the destruction in Avalonia." Vladivus: "True. But then, why did you lock him up? Look, here is a letter detailing this man's crimes, which extend through multiple guilds, and are a personal matter to myself, along with enough gold to build a new warship. Think of it along these lines; one less prisoner to worry about. These are trying times, and I would count myself ever in your debt. Shadowmere would forever ride to the aid of Erudhalion Sansael and Berigoria." Erudhalion: "Fine. He was causing me issues, he's a tricky one to keep contained." He turned slightly: "GUARD!" Guard: "Yes sahib?" Erudhalion: "Take the Lord Vladivus to the dungeons to retrieve the prisoner." Down in the dungeons... Guard: "Alright, on your feet, you're now the property of this gentleman!" Prisoner:"Nnnnnononono, not HIM!" His eyes widened in fear. Lord Vladivus: "So you know who I am then? How much did Zurias tell you? At least, he should of told you that I would not let the man who desecrated my mother's grave and slew my friend live in peace. Come, I have a talented Necromancer that is wanting to sink his teeth into you. Probably literally." Vladivus leaves with the chained prisoner, Sir Natas! Meanwhile, on the roof of the tower... "Leave us!". A demand from Erudhalion Sansael echoes accross the rooftop, and the guard present leaves. Erudhalion and another warrior stroll across the roof. Erudhalion Sansael: "Take some men, and follow Vlad and report back." Warrior: "Yes, m'lord. It shall be done." So, a build in Kaliphlin. It ties together some of my story threads, as well as giving me an oppurtunity to build in Kaliphlin. Sir Natas, from my "Story of Vladivus" builds is the prisoner, and what fate befell him in Avalonia whilst attempting to take Vladivus mother's ancestral lands with be explored in a future, probably torture-related, MOC. Many thanks to Gabe for allowing me to use his sig-fiig and to set the build in Berigoria. I sadly managed to misplace Sansael's legs, so apologies! Hope I've done it justice! C+c very much welcome!
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Scattered throughout the Moruth Swamplands are outposts occupied by the famed Moruth Rangers of Shadowmere. They are characterised by bones of opponents, and the largely open structures. The Moruth Rangers in all their glory. They are predominantly clad in leather armour, and bear longbows. Others species have been known to fight amongst the Moruth Rangers, but they are fewer in number than the humans that make up the bulk of the Rangers. Moruth Rangers are highly trained, and often found their way into other guilds as mercenaries and soldiers of fortune, prior to the emergence of Lord Vladivus in Nocturnus. With Vladivus' guidance, the Moruth Rangers have become a force under their Captain, Daon Ironblade, that is fanatically loyal to Valdivus and Shadowmere. C+C welcome. The build is inspired by one I did to represent Kashyyyk for SONE.
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Most of the Shadowmere Guard are zombified Dragon Masters. Raised from the dead by Krell, they serve Vladivus and Shadowmere unflinchingly. Shown here are a Swordsman, Spearman, Archer and a Knight of the Inner Keep (Elite heavy cavalry). Without figs. As a bonus: "Rawrrrrrrgrh" So, this was originally a display for my Mount Up! build till I realised it was too big. Still wanted to use it for something, so figured I'd show off some of the ranks in Shadowmere's army and the figs (I'm pleased with the Elite Knights!). C+C welcome, even though it's a real quick display build!
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My dearest Lady Vansier, Further to your request about Feathered Dragons, I have compiled a brief report for you. I trust you have found it attached to this damned undead Carrier pigeon. Feathered Dragons come in all shapes, sizes, and indeed degree of feathering. It is a point of contention amongst the Learned Zoology Professors at Petrea University as to whether each is a distinct species, or merely an individual of a larger species. It is, point of fact, rare to find a specimen, that is willing to be studied. Shorter of temper than a Mitgardian Bearded Lady with untamable armpit hair, the feathered dragons are known to attack anything within sight. One such dragon, more specifically, a member of the Rakath Feathered Dragon sub-species is owned by the esteemed Lord Vladivus of Nocturnus, and I had the pleasure of studying it first hand, whilst a painter produced it's likeness, which I believe should be attached to this carrier pigeon as well. Note that most of the body is covered in green scales, whilst it is the black wings that are feathered. This one was tamed by Vladivus himself, and it's rumoured that he wrestled it one on one into submission. Fearsome chap this Vladivus. Anyway, this specimen does not breathe fire, but excretes venom through it's teeth, thereby giving it's bite a rather lethal efffect. Yours, as ever, A half-crazed Special Envoy of the Head Professor of Zoology at the University of Petrea to Nocturnus, Dizak Khan. P.s. The indomitable Lord Vladivus insisted we send you a portrait of himself stood by the dragon, because, well, he's heard of your beauty. Here he is, in all his armoured half-undeadness. My sincerest apologies. So, my entry for the "Mount Up!" Challenge, my first attempt at a brick built creature. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be- learnt a few things. C+C welcome!
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With the information gleaned from the would be Zugal Assassin, Vladivus is able to launch an assault on Strangeholt Tower, a stronghold of the Black Spire. Encamped before the walls is a force of Black Falcons, and defending the tower itself are many strange, warped warriors, werewolves, vulture-people, and other more miscellaneous things. Lord Vladivus is resplendent in his armour, and astride a mighty barded warhorse, he strikes at the mightiest knights the Black Falcons can throw at him. Around him, the Shadowmere Guard and the Knights of the Inner Keep fight with implacable, zombie resolve, whilst Krell, the Necromancer, keeps raising them up to fight again. General Fenrir Bloodcloak, closest ally of Vladivus joins the fight on his horse, leading his werewolf warriors against the Falcons. He bears the red and gold standard of Nocturnus, and it flutters defiantly in the breeze. Fenrir's growls are audible even above the din of battle, such is his anger. Lurking inside, Zurias, the Raven emissary of Ravaage relishes the coming fight. He prepares to meet Vladivus in battle, to end Nocturnian resitance once and for all. Phase 3 Warlords build- tried out a new technique for the walls. I imagine this to just be a small buttress of the tower, ive not got enough bricks for a giant one sadly. Also wanted to try a swamp surrounded by land, which I hadn't done previously. I'm quite pleased with my falcons- I wanted a more modern version of them. Threw in parts from one of the new Chima vultures on the tower defenders- the torso and legs are great, not sure on the head though! C+C welcome!
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Shadowmere, citadel of the mighty Lord Vladivus is a dangerous place, even to the initiated. It is not a place to visit unless you have permission from the Council of Shadowmere itself. The zombified Shadowmere Guard are a familiar sight, but less so, the Knights of the Inner Keep, heavily armed and armoured zombie soldiers tasked with guarding the nobility of Shadowmere. The oppressive open squares are watched over by statues of warriors long since dead, these golems awaiting simply an enemy assault on the citadel to spring back into action and crush their opponents under their mighty stone bulk. The narrow winding alleyways are a haunt of the criminal underworld, and even the zombie guards, unkillable though they are, avoid this area, some primal instinct of fear permeating their rotting brains from their former lives. Despite this, market stalls spring up wherever there is space, and a vibrant trade in various usually illicit goods attracts all kinds of Nocturnians, from humans and orcs to swamp people and ghosts, and all manner of life and unlife inbetween. Today, however, Lord Vladivus and his Shadowmere Guard chase a fugitive would-be assassin through the streets and squares. Despite his position as the Master of Shadowmere, and his standing as a mighty Warlord of Nocturnus, Vladivus has never forgotten the value of getting your own hands dirty- a rallying cry to the denizens of his citadel; "Though we may be oppressed and the Spire aims to conquer, I, Vladivus, shall fight for Nocturnus' freedom!" The grinning visage of Lord Vladivus on the chase. Not something you wish to encounter, for his armour is strong, and his blade keen, and a barely satiable thirst for blood lurks just below the surface. Rumours abound of vast lakes of boiling blood beneath Shadowmere, taken from defeated opponents. Certainly it is true that his many zombie servants have nary a trace of blood in their crumbling, rotting bodies. Lo, the assassin, a raven warrior of the Zugal Tribe no less, strikes at Vladivus, though his blade is no match for the Lord of Shadowmere. A wealth of secrets this creature may have. In utter disregard for the events around them, so common are they, other citIizens of Nocturnus go about their daily business. A Dragon Master, exile of Avalonia heads to a street vendor to look for lapping powder for his armour. The green skin, and wide, staring eyes belie this creature as a member of the Swamp People, despite his more normal dress. He sells many items, utilising the resources of his Moruth Swamp homelands. This particular square is a favourite haunt of Scarecroicus, the local drunkard. A strange creature, he is rumoured to have had many fantastical adventures in his youth, and he will tell questing adventurers of a path the colour of the midday sun, a walking suit of armour, a cowardly lion, and a girl with a blue dress, red shoes, and a small black dog. My Phase 2 Warlords build- obviously not the full 32x32 but I liked this idea. My Phase 3 was originally my Phase 2 but I bought a bunch of tiles and this kinda evolved out of it. C+C welcome!
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Lord Vladivus is a mighty Warlord, participating in the Revolword War and in the schisms that wrack Nocturnus. He rules Shadowmere, a great citadel on the outskirts of the Moruth Swamps. He is a half-vampire, as his mother was Avalonian, whilst his father a nomadic, ancient Vampire. Upon his birth, Vladivus' mother was forced to flee and died entering Nocturnus. Now Vladivus resides in the realm that took him in, and is staunchly loyal to Nocturnus, but is displeased and peturbed by the current events. Seen here, he is visiting a watchtower in the depths of the swamp. He wears a suit of black and steel armour, crafted by the Dwarf Artisans of Nocturnus, and upon his head rests the Dragon Helm of Dor-Lomin, an ancient vampiric artefact that predates the formation of Historica. He also wields Gurthanol, the Black Sword. His shield is a common one, borne by his troops. More pictures on my Flickr. C+C welcome!
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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.
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The walls of Stoneroda. The town had seen better days. It's destruction hadn't dimmed the indomitable Mitgardian spirit though, and the town was being rebuilt as a garrison for Mitgardia's soldiers. The current political unrest between Mitgardia and Kaliphlin reared it's ugly head, with a mounted Mitgardian soldier dragging a chained privateer in the colours of Kaliphlin behind him. Mitgardian soldiers up here have grim countenaces. Further along the walls a famous bearded lady of Mitgardia observes the work of stonemasons as they build the wall that will surround Stoneroda. Inside the town's walls, the atmosphere is cheerier, with the bustle of life in Mitgardia watched over by guards on the walls. A suave Avalonian woos a delighted Mitgardian woman with flowers in his favourite colour: pink! A dwarven weaponsmith works hard to supply Stoneroda's garrison with high quality weapons. In the midst of all of this, Lord Vladivus arrives accompanied by Necromancer Krell. His scouts have recently discovered the demise of Corocus, and has tracked the murderers to Stoneroda, where Vladivus is meeting a famed Mitgardian hunter- Sigvald Kabelsson. Lord Vladivus: "Greetings Sigvald, I trust you have the information I seek?" Sigvald: "I do indeed. It is a sad time, it would appear the Black Spire's reach extends far. I tracked a party of soldiers fleeing Nocturnus through Mitgardia. They passed along the road towards Avalonia. One of them carried a mighty sword that seemed to glow of it's own accord- such witchcraft does not sit well with me. I fear you may find the answers you seek in Avalonia my friend." Vladivus: "You're help has been invaluable." He turns to Krell. "Well, it seems it is to Avalonia that I must travel. Prepare the troops, and have them meet me at my ancestral home. This heresy must end." .................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. So, a freebuild to explain my characters presence in Avalonia when the challenge starts. I went to Mitgardia, as 1) I wanted to build there, and 2) Some of the characters will probably crop up in the Mitgradia challenges, so I wanted to introduce them now. Obviously Stoneroda is kabel's town, so credit goes to him, I hope I've done it justice. I tried to channel some of his building style, without compromising on mine. Tricky. C+C very welcome, this is the biggest MOC I've attempted to date, and whilst I'm pleased with it, I keep coming back to it and fiddling. I'm more used to smaller MOCs! As ever, more pictures on my Flickr. Cheers.
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The siege had been tough. The Black Spire had seemed to have uncounted warriors. But the Legions of Shadowmere, augmented by the enemies fallen, risen again in a parody of life, had managed to hold, and only the outer walls had been breached; admittedly for the first time since Shadowmere was built. All the more reason to acknowledge the threat the Black Spire poses to Historica. Some of Lord Vladivus' Moruth Rangers had cornered a Varylioan General fleeing through a ruined section of Shadowmere's walls. Vladivus, along with Krell the Necromancer, and some of the Shadowmere Guard have arrived to "interrogate" the general. Vladivus: "So, it is you then Juan-Pedro. I had hoped that it wasn't. What has Ravaage paid you to lead this assault? You know I treasure not gold and other gems, nor are you likely to find fair maidens within these walls." Juan-Pedro: "V-v-v-Vladivus, I promise, I had no choice." Vladivus: "I care not." He turned to the Moruth Rangers: "Kill him. Leave enough for Krell." Juan-Pedro: "No! Please, Vla..... Ungghhhhh" An arrow flew and pierced his skull. Juan-Pedro fell to the floor with a thud. Vladivus: "Krell, take his body, and find out everything you can." ............................................................................................................................................... An overview, without figs. My entry for Category A. C+C welcome.
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Shadowmere, citadel of Lord Vladivus. It has been built above caverns found in a plateau in the midst of the Moruth Swamplands. Pits of lava bubble ominously at it's base, whilst the Tower of Vladivus has windows which face the four points of the compass. Just a quick microbuild ready for the City Guide. c+c welcome!
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Read Part 1 HERE and Part 2 HERE. "After a brief silence, Vladivus began to speak again, and still Corocus listened. "There are many horrors I could tell of our journey through the Rakath Mountains. The ice-cold, the Ungolians, roving bandits, Reptrians, the list goes ever on. Nothing compares to the loss I suffered when my mother and I made it down from the peaks." Vladivus paused, and Corocus could sense the anger building up within the half-vampire. As suddenly as he had paused, Vladivus continued, his voice strained and dripping with bile. "Those beasts, those Caniban, those outcasts, even in a place such as Nocturnus. They set upon us as we rested. I had grown swiftly during our time in the mountains, perhaps a result of my Vampiric physiology, but I was not yet large enough to fend off out attackers. But you, Corocus, appeared as though from the ground itself and leapt to out defence. It was to no avail, my mother was mortally wounded, blood stained the sand around her. I have you to thank for my life, Corocus. I wish you could have met my mother. Alas it is not to be and you shall have to content yourself with tending her corpse." Silence once again fell across the grave site. Corocus counted nearly two hours passing before Vladivus' voice rose to the surface. This time it was strong, and full of purpose this time. "Fare thee well Godfather, I must leave. Ssilyrrlith has called for all loyal Nocturnians to rise up against the Black Spire. I may have need of you yet old friend." Corocus: "Aye farewell young Vladivussss." With that, Vladivus rode off, little knowing that for both of them, their lives would forever change... Part 3. This is the final part of the actual story, but there is going to be an epilogue, stay tuned! I tried to make the site of the fight resemble the grave site, hence the small bushs/tree that are larger in the current time. C+C welcome! Cheers
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"A particular day in the depths of winter holds a particular significance for Vladivus. This is a day in which he travels to the Rakath Mountains, unguarded, alone, and allows himself to become lost. It is then that he will be found, and taken to that spot which he holds dearest in all Historica. For on this day, it is the anniversary of his entry to Nocturnus, and the anniversary of the death of his mother. Vladivus was merely a baby when he arrived in Nocturnus, and was unable to protect his mother from the Caniban, but salvation came for the young half-Vampire. Corocus, a disgraced member of the Kazzar Tribe found the Caniban attacking Vladivus' mother, and beat off her attackers. Vladivus mother died of her wounds, but Vladivus himself was hale, and was raised by Corocus. Vladivus visits Corocus yearly, on this date, and ensures the old reptile is well. Vladvius: "Hail and well met Godfather!" Corocus: "Aye, welcome young Vladivussss." Vladivus: "Do I find you in good health? Is my mother's grave undisturbed?" Corocus: "Yesss, lad, I am well. There are a few bandits roaming these hills. It is troubling, they bear the colours of the Black Spire, and I have seen Avalonians amongst them." Vladivus paused, deep in thought, as his mind wandered back to his hazy memories of his arrival in Nocturnus..." Thanks for looking, this is the first part of a trio of freebuilds relating to Vladivus' entry into Nocturnus. I'm quite pleased with the tree technique. C+C welcome!
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Ord Mantell. Captain Jak is with, after mine and Deran's failure on Mon Calamari. I've got a bomb to blow a hole in the floor. Apparently Fett is hiding underground round here in this horrible junkyard. Captain Jak: "Get that demo charge set!" A few moments later, BOOM! The hole was blown, and Captain Jak had thrown himself into the hole blaster, ready. We heard Jak scream, and Deran ran to the edge of the hole to see what was wrong. Turns out Jak had dropped straight into an Imperial installation housing an Imperial officer and his Stormtroopers were firing back. The blaster fire intensified and others screamed, before silence reigned. A Kel Dor climbed out of the hole, easily carrying Captain Jak's wounded body. Kel Dor: "You would be wise to leave. There are more troopers coming. For your quest, you must unlearn what you have learned. You will find me again once your heads are clearer." The Kel Dor disappeared, leaving the cryptic message lingering, an empty junkyard and a room full of bodies below. What next? And an overview: So, my second entry, this time for Ord Mantell! C+C welcome!
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Dac. Mon Calamari. Or Mon Cala if you're lazy. I can't think of a place more different from the arid wastes of my home planet. Water, water, everywhere. And I'm here hunting for a bounty hunter. Isn't that ironic? Turns out the Dujan was more than just a rebel sympathiser- it's a full blown rebel ship. I've been assigned here, fresh from Kashyyk. This platform isn't much fun, and Deran is pretty serious too. Looks like I'll fit right in. Got no time for fun with those Imperial Slugs on our tail. Looks like we've missed Boba, at least this scanner is registering his Firespray leaving the planet. My entry for Episode VI, C+C Welcome!
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A bleak sun rises over a black citadel, and two Kaliphlinites approach the West Gate of Shadowmere. The gate, however, is currently shut. A voice, sharp and growling sounds from the crenellations above the gate. "Halt, and move to one side". The voice came from a leopardman watch officer atop the walls. The Kaliphlinites duly moved off the road, and to one side, puzzled by this request. The gates swung open, revealing a mighty werewolf, none other than General Fenrir Bloodcloak himself, marching forth at the head of a line of Shadowmere Guard. The guard were mainly comprised of spearmen, their livery of red and black distinctive. To one side, accompanied by their bodyguards, were Lord Vladivus of Shadowmere, and Sir Beorthan of the Trifork. Vladivus: "So, we have an accord? Shadowmere will send trade representatives to the Trifork? Nocturnian forged armour and weapons will certainly aid you." Beorthan: "Aye, especially if they are as well wrought as your warriors have equipped here. They are certainly a force to be reckoned with, if not exactly living!" Vladivus: "Heh, not all of my troops are raised from the dead back to the living, although it certainly makes life easier. Look." A line of human troops in a blue livery marched by, their armour and weapons dull, but the edges keen and eager for blood. Beorthan: "Who are they? Not in the colours of Shaowmere?" Vladivus: "They are Black Falcons, led by Eothain the Mad. After the death of his brother, Eothed the Mighty, at Strangeholt Tower, he has sworn fealty to me, and not the Black Spire. These troops head to Abyssian, to bolster the loyalist Nocturnians." Vladivus: "Come, let us follow them to the gate, and I will bid thee farewell." Beorthan: "Indeed, this is proving to be a prosperous alliance." Vladivus: "Farewell then, I shall send scouts with you to ensure safe passage back through the Kelra Labyrinths, although I am sure you and Cassius would be able to handle most of the challenges within!" Beorthan: "My thanks Vla..." The two Kaliphlintes who had been stood outside of the gate as the troops filed past, approached, causing Beorthan to trail off and eye these newcomers with interest. Kaliphlinite: "Hail Vladivus, I am a follower of Masa of Kaliphin, and this is Lysus the Leander. We seek the Aslanic Temple within your walls." Vladivus: "Welcome, you may pass." To Beorthan: "Farewell my friend, safe journey!" With that, the Kaliphlinites wntered the citadel of Shadowmere... ... And Beorthan of the Trifork left. A vendor sells iron swords, forged by Nocturnian dwarves... ... Whilst a Shkyklyk vendor sells fish by the barrel. More sinisterly, a hooded figure wielding a large axe prepares to perform an execution on the Death Sands. Overview: Front overview. Rear overview. EDIT: Bonus picture of the Black Falcons: So, my biggest moc to date! C+C Welcome! And thanks to Bregir for the use of his sig-fig!
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Please bear the not_so_awesome photography, (F greenpeace) i still need to get a better digicam, and lighting conditions were not that ideal. (well atleast i bought some large sheets of paper instead of the styrofoam plates i used before!) Prologue In part two Lord Mortis met an old friend at a situation that would have gone very different if Raghas was not his long time friend. Now, Raghas his son Carg, is escorting Lord Mortis to Harbringer's Haven.... The next scene will take place at: This old bridge has spanned the guturk river for centuries. Though upkeep left much to be desired, it still stands strong as a passageway into nocturnus. In earlier days this used to be a toll bridge, and travelers would have to pay each time they cross this bridge. But due to the fact that toll had to be payed each time one would want to cross, and this was brutely enforced, it eventually caused an uprising among the nocturnian people. The toll collectors were chained by their feet, and hung to the bridge to starve. These days there is no toll collected anymore, but the name stuck, and the bridge is still used as a place of execution. The hanging of thieves by their feet is tradition, just as those toll collectors in the past stole from the common folk. It also serves as a warning to visitors of nocturnus that have less than noble intentions. The cage is put in place on top of the tower for murderers and rapists. They usually take longer to die this way, so it is in line with the severety of the crime. The unrest in Nocturnus has caused many to flee, including this poor orc family. Their older son forcefully recruited by the black spire, their house burned because the father protested, the remaining family is fleeing with what they can carry to a better place.... But to where will they go? Mitgardia? Kaliphlin? Definatly not back to Nocturnus, that's for sure... After a while, two familiar faces show up... Carg: So, my dad used to serve you? Lucius: Yeah, your old man was a great asset to the army then, but when he wanted to settle down a bit i could not do otherwise than give him his freedom back. Carg: I have heard many stories about you from my father, it seems lord Mortis the cruel has a heart when it comes to his servants... Lucius: Do not mistake rewarding good work as weakness, young man. I am cruel to some, but i also know quality when i see it. Your dad definatly has that quality. Carg: We're at the bridge. Lucius: Well, it has been a while, but the last time i saw this bridge it looked better.. Carg: Well some things age, my lord. Suddenly two shadowmere zombie riders apear.... Carg: Who are these guys? Lucus: They are messengers from shadowmere, let me talk to them. Lord Mortis rides towards the messengers... Messenger: Are you Lord Mortis the cruel, regent of Gza'ar, child of the night? Lucius: That i might be. Messenger: We send word from Lord Vladivus Stormbringer, Captain of the shadowmere guard, and the moruth rangers. He would like an audience with you. Lucius: This is quite unusual, since i allready have an intent to visit your master. Messenger: Our master sent us in advance because there are new developments that need adressing in a timely fasion. Lucius: So that means i will have to join you two to travel to shadowmere? Messenger: You assume right. Lord Mortus turnes to Carg... Lucius: It seems that these guys will escort me further on the way to shadowmere... Carg, why don't you turn back and look after your old man and brother? Carg: Very well my lord. But there is one thing that needs adressing... Carg: I cannot let a lord meet another lord in a ragged cloak like that, please Lord Mortis, accept my cloak as an replacement! Lucius: You are indeed the son of Raghas Memnon! Or paths will meet again for sure, because you have the same quality as your father. Carg: I am just doing what is right, just as my father tought me. Lucius: And that, you should be thankfull for, your father raised you right, i will send out for you when the time comes... Carg: Thank you my lord, i am honored. And so, the fellowship that was created between mummy and vampire was temporarily disbanded. On to shadowmere it is. To be continued..... Bonus shot: All the work i put into the curved bridge ceilings never showed in the other pics, so i had to make this pic! Next build i'll try to go a little smaller... this was quite a pita to get pics for the storyline! C&C welcome, enjoy the story!
