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GAC#1 ~ Part 6 ~ An Unexpected Meeting
I forgot to add the Gac#1 ext on the text in the photo ;P Oops!
Brant and Maddox made their way up the barren slopes of the nameless mountain. Although the slopes, dotted here and there with trees and bushes, where far less barren than they had seemed from afar; there was still a profound sense of emptiness about the cliffs. Still the two men plodded on, watching the ground before their feet rather than the trail ahead. And so it was a total surprise when a voice spoke just above them.
“Well, well what have we here?”
Brant looked up to see a Platin General flanked by a score of Platin soldiers.
“You must be Brant Hostson of Breakwater,” the general continued. “We had word that you sought the Pantheon Blade as well but I hardly expected you to get this far.” The man chuckled and looked to the enormously long, curving blade he held. “As you can see you’re too late.”
Brant stared in disbelief at the golden sword. He knew instinctively that it was the Pantheon Blade. The power that emanated from the weapon caused him to take an involuntary step backwards.
The general laughed, “You might as well just turn around and go hide in your pitiful towers until we come to knock them down. With the Pantheon Blade there is nothing that can stop us!”
As if to prove his point he swept the giant blade back and forth with deceptive ease the power of the blade sending Brant back a couple more steps.
“Now step aside!”
Brant face showed his inner struggle. On one hand he saw the obvious power of the blade. He knew beyond doubt there was no winning against such a powerful weapon. Then thoughts of his slain men assaulted him; all those who had given their lives to get this far. Their sacrifice must not be in vain. Finally thoughts of the Platin conquest that was to come assailed him. Images of Lord Ryker and Breakwater Keep laid low played in his mind. The strain of the past weeks caught up to him suddenly and he broke.
Brant crumpled to the stone, dry sobs racking his defeated form. Maddox rushed to his lord, dropping to his knees beside the man he had seen as a bastion of strength for so long finally brought low.
The general sneered and gestured to the two Draconians. “Bind their hands and bring them.” He ordered. “They must have a ship on the coast. Kilen inform our transportation to set sail for Dragswood immediately. We shall join them there and bring that nation low before we march on Draconia.”
As his weapons were taken and hi hands bound Maddox knew the same despair that had defeated Brant Hostson, Lord Defender of Breakwater.
I thought this was a cleaver plot twist although it originated because of my inability to reproduce Ryke's Temple in mini-fig scale: www.flickr.com/photos/74496431@N03/8953979254/ Unfortunate as that may be this has inspired an entirely new direction for the story which I'm finding much more interesting! Stay tuned for more!
GAC#1 ~ Part 6 ~ An Unexpected Meeting
I forgot to add the Gac#1 ext on the text in the photo ;P Oops!
Brant and Maddox made their way up the barren slopes of the nameless mountain. Although the slopes, dotted here and there with trees and bushes, where far less barren than they had seemed from afar; there was still a profound sense of emptiness about the cliffs. Still the two men plodded on, watching the ground before their feet rather than the trail ahead. And so it was a total surprise when a voice spoke just above them.
“Well, well what have we here?”
Brant looked up to see a Platin General flanked by a score of Platin soldiers.
“You must be Brant Hostson of Breakwater,” the general continued. “We had word that you sought the Pantheon Blade as well but I hardly expected you to get this far.” The man chuckled and looked to the enormously long, curving blade he held. “As you can see you’re too late.”
Brant stared in disbelief at the golden sword. He knew instinctively that it was the Pantheon Blade. The power that emanated from the weapon caused him to take an involuntary step backwards.
The general laughed, “You might as well just turn around and go hide in your pitiful towers until we come to knock them down. With the Pantheon Blade there is nothing that can stop us!”
As if to prove his point he swept the giant blade back and forth with deceptive ease the power of the blade sending Brant back a couple more steps.
“Now step aside!”
Brant face showed his inner struggle. On one hand he saw the obvious power of the blade. He knew beyond doubt there was no winning against such a powerful weapon. Then thoughts of his slain men assaulted him; all those who had given their lives to get this far. Their sacrifice must not be in vain. Finally thoughts of the Platin conquest that was to come assailed him. Images of Lord Ryker and Breakwater Keep laid low played in his mind. The strain of the past weeks caught up to him suddenly and he broke.
Brant crumpled to the stone, dry sobs racking his defeated form. Maddox rushed to his lord, dropping to his knees beside the man he had seen as a bastion of strength for so long finally brought low.
The general sneered and gestured to the two Draconians. “Bind their hands and bring them.” He ordered. “They must have a ship on the coast. Kilen inform our transportation to set sail for Dragswood immediately. We shall join them there and bring that nation low before we march on Draconia.”
As his weapons were taken and hi hands bound Maddox knew the same despair that had defeated Brant Hostson, Lord Defender of Breakwater.
I thought this was a cleaver plot twist although it originated because of my inability to reproduce Ryke's Temple in mini-fig scale: www.flickr.com/photos/74496431@N03/8953979254/ Unfortunate as that may be this has inspired an entirely new direction for the story which I'm finding much more interesting! Stay tuned for more!