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LoR/CCCXII - Over the Walls!
Over the Walls!
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Sir Ian Drakesbane and his new squire Marek Luinmor had their first mission together. As Kvasald Svengalsson had put it on their assignment briefing in Dunharris: "Although the Roawian armies have cut the head off the snake at Maldrake's fortress, there remain pockets of royalists, waiting out for the Queen to regain her strength. We can't have these Outlaws occupying our lands, so I'm asking ye to travel to the nearby fortress of Caomhnóir half a day's ride West and route out the group there. I believe it was initially claimed during the Queen's invasion, and yet far it has not been taken back. The fortress is a strong one, but if ye claim it back we'll have an anchor in the surrounding lands to keep Dunharris safe. I'm confident that ye can take it, I'm giving you a band of traveling mercenaries I hired for the task. Good luck." Ian nodded and replied, "We can take it, Jarl. This should give young Marek some fair training. We ride at mid-morning tomorrow." Now as the war-band of Garhims stalked as whips of wind between the sparse shrubs and patches of crisp snow, Caomhnóir loomed up at them, illuminated faintly in the moonlight. A guard patrolled the wall, that was to be expected. The royalists did not want to lose their desperate grip on this mid-Eastern patch of Garheim. Casting flickering shadows around the stone crenellations was an iron brazier, guarding a roaring and snapping fire. Bjorn, no doubt the strongest man present, led the bearing of the steel-tipped ram, to be used for battering open the oaken gate. A single ladder was also brought, to send a small party of warriors onto the parapet to eliminate the archers that might pour their metal rain upon those using the ram. Ian, given charge of the mission, clapped his hand to a nervous-looking. Marek Luinmor's shoulder, giving off a faint clink from the maille coat the squire had been given. Marek turned and gave a self-assuring nod, then took his position near the ram. Ian motioned with his hand to one of the Garhim archers, who quickly ghosted to within several meters of the wall, still remaining shrouded in darkness, then knocked, drew, and let fly an arrow. The lone guard grunted as a shaft jabbed through his studded leather vest and into his stomach. He groaned and toppled to the stone floor, and faintly cried out: "Invaders! We are attacked!" then was still. But it was enough, and within seconds other warriors came running. The Garhims moved quickly and trotted to the gate with the ram and began to slam it against the doors. Ian and another group diverted to the left with the ladder and heaved it up and over onto the crenellations, then began to swarm up the wooden rungs. Sir Ian was the first one up, and leaped over the battlements, turning to engage the first man to rush at him. The man swung a hatchet shockingly fast, and Ian barely had time to bring his spear up cross-wise to block under the blade of the weapon. He groaned with effort as his attacker pushed hard to slowly bring the sharp edge closer to the young knight's face. A bead of blood started to form on Ian's broken and disfigured nose and the gleaming hatchet slowly pressed into it. Thinking fast, Sir Ian kicked at the man's shins, knocking them out from under him, then whirled the butt of the spear around to collide with the Outlaw's temple, knocking him senseless. By now, several other Garhims had made their way up the ladder and were clambering onto the walkway, brandishing battle-axes and making short work of the foe. They fought bravely and without fear, for death in battle with blade in hand is a glorious one for a Garhim. Ian heard the crash and splinter of wood as the gate gave way, no doubt thanks to Bjorn's massive strength. The party below poured through the fresh breach, drawing weapons and uttering war cries. Ian saw Marek running with them, drawing his sword. The remainder of the Outlaws quickly saw no value in continuing to fight, and most surrendered or fled. The fortress was taken.
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For all those wondering if they missed something about Marek becoming Sir Ian's squire, Marek Luinmor will be soon publishing a MOC showing Marek traveling to Dunharris. My M3 MOC of the Hero's Guild for the Lands of Roawia on Merlin's Beard forums. I have now officially mastered the Hero's Guild, yay! Yes, I got special permission from the faction leadership to be able to do 3 guild builds in 1 month because I wanted to finish the Hero's Guild by the end of the year. This is also my second entry to the "Castle Siege" category of CCCXII on Classic-Castle, and my tenth and final entry to CCCXII. This is also my final build of the year. It's been a great year of being in the LEGO community guys, I have watched my building skill improved immensely and enjoyed conversing with fellow LEGO fans. I'll upload a "Year in Review" photo once I get home from a vacation on the 1st. Brickninja out!
LoR/CCCXII - Over the Walls!
Over the Walls!
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Sir Ian Drakesbane and his new squire Marek Luinmor had their first mission together. As Kvasald Svengalsson had put it on their assignment briefing in Dunharris: "Although the Roawian armies have cut the head off the snake at Maldrake's fortress, there remain pockets of royalists, waiting out for the Queen to regain her strength. We can't have these Outlaws occupying our lands, so I'm asking ye to travel to the nearby fortress of Caomhnóir half a day's ride West and route out the group there. I believe it was initially claimed during the Queen's invasion, and yet far it has not been taken back. The fortress is a strong one, but if ye claim it back we'll have an anchor in the surrounding lands to keep Dunharris safe. I'm confident that ye can take it, I'm giving you a band of traveling mercenaries I hired for the task. Good luck." Ian nodded and replied, "We can take it, Jarl. This should give young Marek some fair training. We ride at mid-morning tomorrow." Now as the war-band of Garhims stalked as whips of wind between the sparse shrubs and patches of crisp snow, Caomhnóir loomed up at them, illuminated faintly in the moonlight. A guard patrolled the wall, that was to be expected. The royalists did not want to lose their desperate grip on this mid-Eastern patch of Garheim. Casting flickering shadows around the stone crenellations was an iron brazier, guarding a roaring and snapping fire. Bjorn, no doubt the strongest man present, led the bearing of the steel-tipped ram, to be used for battering open the oaken gate. A single ladder was also brought, to send a small party of warriors onto the parapet to eliminate the archers that might pour their metal rain upon those using the ram. Ian, given charge of the mission, clapped his hand to a nervous-looking. Marek Luinmor's shoulder, giving off a faint clink from the maille coat the squire had been given. Marek turned and gave a self-assuring nod, then took his position near the ram. Ian motioned with his hand to one of the Garhim archers, who quickly ghosted to within several meters of the wall, still remaining shrouded in darkness, then knocked, drew, and let fly an arrow. The lone guard grunted as a shaft jabbed through his studded leather vest and into his stomach. He groaned and toppled to the stone floor, and faintly cried out: "Invaders! We are attacked!" then was still. But it was enough, and within seconds other warriors came running. The Garhims moved quickly and trotted to the gate with the ram and began to slam it against the doors. Ian and another group diverted to the left with the ladder and heaved it up and over onto the crenellations, then began to swarm up the wooden rungs. Sir Ian was the first one up, and leaped over the battlements, turning to engage the first man to rush at him. The man swung a hatchet shockingly fast, and Ian barely had time to bring his spear up cross-wise to block under the blade of the weapon. He groaned with effort as his attacker pushed hard to slowly bring the sharp edge closer to the young knight's face. A bead of blood started to form on Ian's broken and disfigured nose and the gleaming hatchet slowly pressed into it. Thinking fast, Sir Ian kicked at the man's shins, knocking them out from under him, then whirled the butt of the spear around to collide with the Outlaw's temple, knocking him senseless. By now, several other Garhims had made their way up the ladder and were clambering onto the walkway, brandishing battle-axes and making short work of the foe. They fought bravely and without fear, for death in battle with blade in hand is a glorious one for a Garhim. Ian heard the crash and splinter of wood as the gate gave way, no doubt thanks to Bjorn's massive strength. The party below poured through the fresh breach, drawing weapons and uttering war cries. Ian saw Marek running with them, drawing his sword. The remainder of the Outlaws quickly saw no value in continuing to fight, and most surrendered or fled. The fortress was taken.
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For all those wondering if they missed something about Marek becoming Sir Ian's squire, Marek Luinmor will be soon publishing a MOC showing Marek traveling to Dunharris. My M3 MOC of the Hero's Guild for the Lands of Roawia on Merlin's Beard forums. I have now officially mastered the Hero's Guild, yay! Yes, I got special permission from the faction leadership to be able to do 3 guild builds in 1 month because I wanted to finish the Hero's Guild by the end of the year. This is also my second entry to the "Castle Siege" category of CCCXII on Classic-Castle, and my tenth and final entry to CCCXII. This is also my final build of the year. It's been a great year of being in the LEGO community guys, I have watched my building skill improved immensely and enjoyed conversing with fellow LEGO fans. I'll upload a "Year in Review" photo once I get home from a vacation on the 1st. Brickninja out!