LoR/CCCXII - Returning South

My entry to the LC19 for Loreos, in the Lands of Roawia LEGO roleplaying game.

My first entry to the Merry Band category of the Colossal Castle Contest XII.

 

 

Story:

The vastness of the Loreesi plains took Erathor’s breath away every time he looked upon them. They spread away for miles in every direction, broken up by the odd tree, village or stone castle. The road Erathor and his few companions travelled on was quiet, and for a while they rode in silence, each man deep in his own thoughts.

“My lord,” came the voice of Archer, ever respectful and proper in his speech. He was not on horseback – having never trusted the beasts he ended up walking almost everywhere, and yet he never complained.

“The next village we come to, you’re getting a horse. You can’t travel to Dalmunatha on foot!” Erathor laughed, mopping his brow. Archer shook his head and pushed his dark hair from his face

“I’m afraid I must refuse the offer, my lord,” he responded with a grin. “What I wanted to ask you was concerning the Council of Loreos, as I don’t know which position you are vying for. I would hope it was the Hand of the Prince, but – “

“It is the position of the Hand,” Erathor interrupted. “You have served under me for a long time now, and so you know me well enough to understand the views I have about Loreos. We need a man with strong views in command.” Archer nodded and kept silent, his dark eyes constantly scanning the landscape. “There are other reasons, though,” continued Erathor, “reasons that include my military prowess and the way I control Sarenhold’s lands. Obviously my father set in motion many of the events that have led to this stability in Sarenhold, and my loyal knights…” he gestured at the men with him, “…have assisted me greatly in the various battles we've fought, but I believe my actions still warrant a place beside the Prince. With that position, we could do great things.” Erathor looked at Archer, whose gaze was fixed straight ahead, and arrow nocked on his bowstring. The lord placed his helmet on his head quickly, drawing Shard from its sheath.

Three armed men stood in the centre of the road, between two ruined walls,with weapons bared towards the oncoming Loreesi, but underneath their hoods and cowls there was not the look of a typical highway Outlaw, one of brutality and determinedness, but instead pensive, nervous fear.

“You shall not pass!” one man called, shifting the spear in his hands. Erathor shook his head.

“Fools, dealing with soldiers of Loreos like this! Feel free to take our gold, does it look like we’ll put up a fight?” he called mockingly. The men gulped and shuffle on their feet. “Take their weapons and tie them to these trees.” Sir Bryke and a couple more knights moved towards the would-be thieves, rope in hand. Erathor turned to Archer. “It’s not hard to see that they are in need of provisions, but this is not the way they should be gaining them.”

“After all, I never held up peaceful travellers on the roads, my lord.”

“Indeed you did not, Archer…indeed you did not.”

 

 

Another not-so-great build, but it was a necessary one. Yes, this is another Outlaw MOC, but it had to be done to fit in with the CCC - I believe that's six entries to six different categories from me now! I have a couple more builds planned that should be much more interesting, so hopefully I'll get one up this weekend. Also, I had to slip the classic LotR reference in there. ;)

 

Thanks for viewing and have a great day!

 

Done