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THE GREAT BATTLE OF GOTMAS.
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and Happy Holidays to those who don't! When I made my recent habitat series, I initially wanted to make six, with one for each of these characters, but ultimately ran out of time. Still, I wanted to share them all with you anyways, so I hope you enjoy these festive (and not so festive) folks! If you're interested in the lore at all, read on!
While many people associate the dwarven holiday of Gotmas with Father Gotmas(for obvious reasons), the holiday was originally a far less merry celebration. Translating in dwarvish to mean "day of triumph," Gotmas was a celebration of the victory that Gotramor and the Elysians brought to the dwarves when they ousted the old, warmongering dwarvish king, and fulfilled the promise of finally ending the Unending Wars. For centuries, it was a holiday celebrated with a great feast, though minus some of the revelry and fun decor. When Nikolaj Frostbeard began to see families down on their luck struggle to partake in any sort of preparation for a large feast, he decided to take the holiday a bit further.
After years of helping out struggling dwarves with treats, desserts, baked goods, and eventually even toys and gifts, he had become quite the hot topic. The cheer he was so resolute to spread drew the ire from even those that lie buried under the earth, forgotten by society. It's said that a Duergar from deep in the Underdark resented the Gotmas celebrations so much, he took it upon himself to ruin them one year. The Duergar—known as Vladimir Krampuscan—heard tale of Nikolaj's exploits, sourcing all of his gifts and merriment from a "Realm of Wishes," and decided to venture there himself.
Vlad decided one day, when Nikolaj was on his way to enter the Realm of Wishes, to sabotage his mission and venture in after him, though he failed to properly account for the manner of Nikolaj's portal. Taunting the dwarf, he warned that Gotmas would cease to be, and tackled Nikolaj through the wormhole. Without a specific setting in mind as he crossed through, however, he plunged into darkness, tumbled through time and space, and fell unconscious. When he finally came to in the Realm, he discovered himself in a place where all the extremes had collided, and wishes that defied one another came to do battle. The opposing wishes chose to align themselves with two primordial forces, whose endless battle was thought impossible to resolve.
Krampuscan stood before a world half frozen by the harrowing winds of winter, and half ablaze with the scorching flames of summer heat. It was there that he met the Miser of Heat and the Miser of Snow. In a twisted turn of fate, he was somehow able to persuade them to pause their conflict, and direct their war and aggression elsewhere—somewhere their destructive might and potential could actually be realized. Now with command over ice and flames, Vladimir carved a portal into the ground, and brought his newfound allies into the world whence he came, ready to destroy Gotmas once and for all.
It is said that in his ambush, Nikolaj landed in a distant region in the Realm of Wishes, and had to venture a long, long way back to his workshop, the place from where he could return to his world. Along the way, he met a couple of allies who swore to help him, believing in his cause. Vixenia and Merry, thus, joined Nikolaj and journeyed far to reach his workshop. Stepping through his portal, he found his home in turmoil.
The city was besieged by Krampuscan and his sinister allies, spreading their destruction throughout the streets. Houses burned, shops froze over, and Nikolaj's people suffered. He took up arms, resolving to slay the Duergar and the interlopers, or die trying. When it seemed that all hope was lost, and ol' Frostbeard would meet his end that day, he was joined by two familiar friends.
Vixenia and Merry had journeyed from their world to his, to aid him in his fight to save Gotmas. An epic battle ensued, which inspired many a Gotmas song, and the tides had finally been turned. With Vixenia's sage wisdom on the balance of nature, and Merry's sound persuasive abilities and quick thinking, the Misers of Heat and Snow were once again pitted against each other, as Nikolaj delivered the final blow to Krampuscan. It is said the Defiler of Gotmas evaporated as Nikolaj's sacred hammer swung that final blow, leaving no body behind. With the remaining adversaries distracted by each other, the Guardians of Gotmas banished them back to their home plane, and ended the battle.
Vixenia and Merry stayed thereafter, aiding Nikolaj in his efforts to clean up the town, and restore his people's cheerful festive spirit, no matter how many years it took. The legendary exploits of Frostbeard earned him the moniker of "Father Gotmas," and dwarves all over the continent began to honor his bravery and mimic his gift-giving traditions. To most of the continent of Ridgar, Gotmas is simply a dwarven day of celebration and presents, but to dwarves themselves, it is a celebration of resilience, community, and the triumph of good over evil. While the damage of the Great Battle of Gotmas has long since been healed, the great irony remains: in his efforts to defile the holiday spirit of the dwarves, Krampuscan only ended up giving the dwarves even more reason to spread festive cheer.
HALLOWEEN HABITAT STACK 2025.
Another year, another Halloween Habitat Stack for the #halloweenhabitats25 and #letsbuildhalloween2 challenges over on Instagram! This year I've explored specifically powerful undead in the world of Dungeons and Dragons, showcasing a number of dangerous foes. We've journeyed to an old and ancient pyramid haunted over by a Mummy Lord, a dark and spooky graveyard being raided by a Death Knight, and the lair of a sinister and ambitious lich! I tried to shake up what I built this year with exploring some techniques I hadn't previously used, including sculpting skies, color gradients, and fancy tilework. As always, this has been a super fun set of challenges to participate in, and I can't wait until next year's!
Which habitat is your favorite? Which character is your favorite? 👀
My first freebuild for LCC. I would have liked to have built this with a more bleak tone to match the story better, but alas I am lacking in brown and dark green foliage, so I had to make do. Edit- trying out some photo editing, to make the picture fit the bleak tone of the story a bit more, so I'm gonna leave this up here.
Cold was the wind that howled through the forests of Lenfald. And a bitter cold it was, that blew down from the North and cut to the bone, an unfamiliar chill, alien, and strange, all but unknown to the kinder wilds of Southern Lenfald.
It was in this numbing draft that a man strode through the wood. Quickly, but with a silence possessed only by those native to the landscape, he continued on his path, seemingly impervious to the unnatural gale.
It was then that a sound was heard, barely audible against the screeching of the wind. A simple snap, as if a twig or banch had fallen victim to the unceasing gusts. What would have been dismissed by most was not lost on the man, as he turned to face the source of the aberrant noise.
A young boy stood there, not much older than 17 by the look of him, axe and sword ready in hand. He shook, though not from the cold, and the axe fell from his unsteady hand, as if he were unsure why it was ever there.
"You-you're him aren't you? The one hunting us."
"Aye." the man replied, unmoved by the fear in the boy's voice.
"I- I'm not like the others, I don't mean any harm! I just needed the coin- my sister, she doesn't have anyone else..."
"Doesn't matter boy. You've a price on your head now. To me, and all the rest of the world, you're a dead man." A grim finality echoed through the statement.
The wind continued to shriek through the forest as the man moved forwards towards the terrified lad, a solemn purpose to his step.
"Please, you can't do this, don't do this- I can't leave her behind, I CAN'T" The lad yelled in fear, tears streaming down his fact as he swung the sword wildly toward the approaching reaper.
It was over in seconds. A sidestep, and then a short painful snap was heard, and the cries ceased. The boy gazed down in horror at his now-broken arm, his fast-chilling hands still grasping the hilt of his father's sword as it now seemed to sprout from his stomach.
Strength failed him then, as he stumbled backwards, trying desperately to form some intelligible words, as if to leave the world with some memory that he had been there, that he had existed. It was nothing the man hadn't seen before, and he watched as the lad's features changed, from shock, to anger, to sadness, and finally fear, as his eyes glazed over, and a final, ragged breath left his body.
He left him there, at the foot of some long-forgotten statue, a stone guardian long since fallen into disrepair, the blood still pooling over the forest floor. Cold was the wind that blew that day; Colder still was the heart of the hunter.
I WILL-NOT be using this I don't like it, looks like Plasticine, I will be cutting down a Lego Helmet/Backpack adding all the necessities and using that!
Visit my MOCpage for a continuous stream of all the Turbo Tank's comic. It's more easy go through without having to click picture after picture.
For those wondering, this Turbo Tank may be for sale later on my upcoming website, www.artifexcreation.com, after it's up & running. Don't know how much yet but more updates soon!
Checkout the stop motion animation video of this custom Turbo Tank! You can see it here
Come visit my ebay store for more custom creations and Lego Gadgets!
- Add lights in your Lego set with Brick Lights and
- Clean your Lego fast & easy with Brick Duster.
Mr. Freeze and his henchmen are robbing a bank but there is one person who does not approve this. The Dark Knight is in charge and he is going to cancel the withdrawal.
THE CRIMSON VOYAGER, VESSEL OF THE DEVIL'S THROAT.
Here we are with a #shiptember post squeaking in before the month ends! This is a ship I built a long time ago, and that my players defended in a naval battle with an even bigger, meaner ship(which I may or may not be sharing later 👀). This vessel was meant to carry the Raiders across the treacherous sea known as "The Devil's Throat," wedged between the elven kingdom of Altairus and the demonic kingdom of Skaalgrim. For a bit of lore about the ship, read on!
She was a fine ship, and had quite the reputation around the Ash Coast. Tales of its exploits filled the taverns at night in Dreveline, spun from silver-tongued minstrels and blabbering, boisterous drunks alike. Her cannons, they say, were some of the more unique weapons of any ship on the seas, capable of aiming in almost any direction, even on the reverse side of the ship. She'd defended herself and her crew against countless perils, monstrous and otherwise, and never backed down from a challenge. Alas, some passengers just seem to draw the worst luck.
The Raiders of Steal Team Six enjoyed their seafaring, usually confined to the rigors of land travel. Taking a voyage on a ship was generally peaceful, given that they didn't have to navigate or work the ship generally. But they had never sailed along the Devil's Throat, and had never tested their luck in a land so suffused with evil magic that its own wildlife was more monstrous than bestial. It was a cloudy, windy day when that black ship loomed on the horizon, the falling drizzle almost obscuring it from sight. The scout from the crow's nest confirmed the ship appeared hostile, and was armed to the teeth. The crew and the Raiders prepared for the worst, but couldn't possibly expect the utter devastation the enemy ship would unleash upon the Crimson Voyager. So much for their peaceful respite...
My first freebuild for LCC. I would have liked to have built this with a more bleak tone to match the story better, but alas I am lacking in brown and dark green foliage, so I had to make do.
Cold was the wind that howled through the forests of Lenfald. And a bitter cold it was, that blew down from the North and cut to the bone, an unfamiliar chill, alien, and strange, all but unknown to the kinder wilds of Southern Lenfald.
It was in this numbing draft that a man strode through the wood. Quickly, but with a silence possessed only by those native to the landscape, he continued on his path, seemingly impervious to the unnatural gale.
It was then that a sound was heard, barely audible against the screeching of the wind. A simple snap, as if a twig or banch had fallen victim to the unceasing gusts. What would have been dismissed by most was not lost on the man, as he turned to face the source of the aberrant noise.
A young boy stood there, not much older than 17 by the look of him, axe and sword ready in hand. He shook, though not from the cold, and the axe fell from his unsteady hand, as if he were unsure why it was ever there.
"You-you're him aren't you? The one hunting us."
"Aye." the man replied, unmoved by the fear in the boy's voice.
"I- I'm not like the others, I don't mean any harm! I just needed the coin- my sister, she doesn't have anyone else..."
"Doesn't matter boy. You've a price on your head now. To me, and all the rest of the world, you're a dead man." A grim finality echoed through the statement.
The wind continued to shriek through the forest as the man moved forwards towards the terrified lad, a solemn purpose to his step.
"Please, you can't do this, don't do this- I can't leave her behind, I CAN'T" The lad yelled in fear, tears streaming down his fact as he swung the sword wildly toward the approaching reaper.
It was over in seconds. A sidestep, and then a short painful snap was heard, and the cries ceased. The boy gazed down in horror at his now-broken arm, his fast-chilling hands still grasping the hilt of his father's sword as it now seemed to sprout from his stomach.
Strength failed him then, as he stumbled backwards, trying desperately to form some intelligible words, as if to leave the world with some memory that he had been there, that he had existed. It was nothing the man hadn't seen before, and he watched as the lad's features changed, from shock, to anger, to sadness, and finally fear, as his eyes glazed over, and a final, ragged breath left his body.
He left him there, at the foot of some long-forgotten statue, a stone guardian long since fallen into disrepair, the blood still pooling over the forest floor. Cold was the wind that blew that day; Colder still was the heart of the hunter.
HALLOWEEN HABITAT STACK 2025.
Another year, another Halloween Habitat Stack for the #halloweenhabitats25 and #letsbuildhalloween2 challenges over on Instagram! This year I've explored specifically powerful undead in the world of Dungeons and Dragons, showcasing a number of dangerous foes. We've journeyed to an old and ancient pyramid haunted over by a Mummy Lord, a dark and spooky graveyard being raided by a Death Knight, and the lair of a sinister and ambitious lich! I tried to shake up what I built this year with exploring some techniques I hadn't previously used, including sculpting skies, color gradients, and fancy tilework. As always, this has been a super fun set of challenges to participate in, and I can't wait until next year's!
Which habitat is your favorite? Which character is your favorite? 👀
We're looking for interesting and creative uses for the new HEX STANDS, and we'll be rewarding the best ideas we find!
Bebs
Visit my MOCpage for a continuous stream of all the Turbo Tank's comic. It's more easy go through without having to click picture after picture.
For those wondering, this Turbo Tank may be for sale later on my upcoming website, www.artifexcreation.com, after it's up & running. Don't know how much yet but more updates soon!
Checkout the stop motion animation video of this custom Turbo Tank! You can see it here
Come visit my ebay store for more custom creations and Lego Gadgets!
- Add lights in your Lego set with Brick Lights and
- Clean your Lego fast & easy with Brick Duster.
Minifigs reimagined to look like Singaporeans. They are photographed in residential parts of Singapore in tribute to the nation's 52nd birthday on August 9th 2017.