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LCC GC3 - The Battle of Scorchridge Pyre
As Lokiten’s men advanced inland on the Isle of Lost Souls, their skirmishes with various outlaws intensified by the day, until finally, scouts reported sightings of an enormous, glasslike construction that sprouted from the very ground of the mystical island and burnt with a powerful, seemingly unfueled flame. Reasoning that this strange temple had to be what the locals where defending, Lokiten ordered an advance on the mysterious altar, where they camped, intent on awaiting allied Roawians before moving further on. Fittingly naming the location Scorchridge Pyre, they had just begun fortifying the gentle slope when large hosts of goblins were spotted in the surrounding swamplands. Then, the attacks soon began.
As the day grew into evening and another wave surged upon the battered defenders, Lokiten finally admitted that they were all growing too weary to fight on. As the first breaches began breaking open in the thinning shield wall, he turned at the sound of a sudden, shredding screech. From the darkening sky, pale, monstrous terrors on wings had begun descending unto the hilltop. Detaching himself from the bloody fighting, he dropped his shield and helmet and began marching determinately uphill. Feeling a strange, new connection to what he dizzily reasoned had to be the very mind of the Pyre before him, he knew that he somehow had to extinguish the great flame. In the hope, that seeing their relic destroyed would break the enemy’s morale and make them give up fighting the staunch Lenfels that still stood between the Pyre and its guardians, he hurried through the noisy chaos of the battle.
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Yep, it's cliffhanger time, because I'm just annoying like that ;)
My entry for the second phase of the running contest in the LCC
Anyway, close-ups of stuff and other angles are in the MOC's folder. Enjoy!
LCC GC3 - The Battle of Scorchridge Pyre
As Lokiten’s men advanced inland on the Isle of Lost Souls, their skirmishes with various outlaws intensified by the day, until finally, scouts reported sightings of an enormous, glasslike construction that sprouted from the very ground of the mystical island and burnt with a powerful, seemingly unfueled flame. Reasoning that this strange temple had to be what the locals where defending, Lokiten ordered an advance on the mysterious altar, where they camped, intent on awaiting allied Roawians before moving further on. Fittingly naming the location Scorchridge Pyre, they had just begun fortifying the gentle slope when large hosts of goblins were spotted in the surrounding swamplands. Then, the attacks soon began.
As the day grew into evening and another wave surged upon the battered defenders, Lokiten finally admitted that they were all growing too weary to fight on. As the first breaches began breaking open in the thinning shield wall, he turned at the sound of a sudden, shredding screech. From the darkening sky, pale, monstrous terrors on wings had begun descending unto the hilltop. Detaching himself from the bloody fighting, he dropped his shield and helmet and began marching determinately uphill. Feeling a strange, new connection to what he dizzily reasoned had to be the very mind of the Pyre before him, he knew that he somehow had to extinguish the great flame. In the hope, that seeing their relic destroyed would break the enemy’s morale and make them give up fighting the staunch Lenfels that still stood between the Pyre and its guardians, he hurried through the noisy chaos of the battle.
--
Yep, it's cliffhanger time, because I'm just annoying like that ;)
My entry for the second phase of the running contest in the LCC
Anyway, close-ups of stuff and other angles are in the MOC's folder. Enjoy!