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Entries submitted by Brickninja
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Ambush in the garden
Ambush in the Garden
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As an old man enjoys a relaxing cup of tea in a quiet garden, two hired assassins make their way towards him like sparrows through the flowers. However, when the time comes to fight the Ninja may be in for more than they bargained for…
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Having a username like I do, 'bout time I built some Ninja, eh?
This is my first entry to the "Merry Band" Category of CCCXII on Classic-Castle.
C&C appreciated!
https://www.flickr.com/photos/110008680@N03/sets/72157646863434344
Submitted by: Brickninja
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Battle at the Bottleneck Rapids
A mischievous band of outlaws paddle downstream with the proceeds of their latest heist. But first, they must pass the guard tower at the infamous Bottleneck Rapids, where a sizable garrison of King's men is stationed.
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https://www.flickr.com/photos/110008680@N03/sets/72157649954589111
Submitted by: Brickninja
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Gifts from the Jarl
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Jarl Kvasald decided, since it seemed that Sir Ian was finally settling down to reside at Dunharris, to give the young knight one of the unoccupied houses, a large one. Sir Ian Drakesbane graciously accepted the lodging. "Thank you, m'lord. It has been many months since I have had any kind of home."
"You owe me no thanks," Kvasald returned. "You have done much for our town. And we Garhims have a way of richly rewarding those who performs such heroic deeds, aye?" Ian laughed and nodded. "On that note," Jarl Svengalsson continued, I have another gift for you. He disappeared around the side of the building and returned bearing a bundle of glinting metal and a long spear. The older man dropped them on the ground before Ian's feet. " I hear you lost your armor at the Battle of Granhaven. An adventuring type like you must be well protected in dangerous times like these." "Many thanks, m'lord!" Sir Ian replied, astonished. He examined the items one by one. There was a gleaming steel coat of scale maille that undulated and clicked in his hands as he lifted it. He lowered the armor and scrutinized the next gift, a round, burnished, hide, metal and wood shield covered in intricate designs. Kvasald spoke again. "The designs are to show that you stand against any terrors of the sea." Ian nodded, remembering the terrifying encounter with the fearsome Sea-Drake. "And finally," said Kvasald, reaching down to pick up the spear, "this is the spear which was lodged in the throat of the beast. It took my smiths and immense amount of cutting and pulling to free it from the mouth of the Drake. Now we have restored it, and covered the head with steel and bronze." He handed the weapon to Sir Ian. "I present Ótti-höggormsins. May it be the bane of all evil in your hand as a knight of Garheim." Sir Ian grasped the weapon and admired the beautiful etchings on the shaft and the tip. The razor-sharp head was covered in bronze and steel, with a mixture to give it a golden hue. It was a glorious weapon, and he would treasure it on all his adventures. "I thank you once again, my Jarl. It seems with these new gifts it is only fitting that I once again seek to guard the land. But first, I must do one last thing. I feel it is time I trained a squire."
https://www.flickr.com/photos/110008680@N03/sets/72157647625302403
Submitted by: Brickninja
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Hired Crossbowman
When the wartime comes, many men seek their fortune and a chance of glory and join the royal forces. This man, having some skill with his crossbow, buys himself a kettle helm and a leather vest with his joining wages and prepares to move out with the army.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/110008680@N03/sets/72157649292698368
Submitted by: Brickninja
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Last Stand in the Badlands
Deep in the muddy badlands, the barbarians rally to stamp out the occupation, starting with the mighty fortress of Stonehold, situated on the edge of a rushing river.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/110008680@N03/sets/72157649887791315
Submitted by: Brickninja
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The Great Hall of Dunharris
The central hall and most magnificent structure of Dunharris, a coastal Garhim fishing town, where feasts, knightings and celebrations take place. Shown here is the victory procession of Sir Ian Drakesbane after his heroic slaying of the Sea-Drake.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/110008680@N03/sets/72157649011003898
Submitted by: Brickninja
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The Sea-Drake
The Sea-Drake
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Sir Ian Ferguson and a small group of stalwart hunters trudged solemnly down towards the Dunharris docks, carrying bundles of spears and torches. The grey, overcast sky blanketed an ominous feel over the procession. He readily agreed to join the band of hunters against the unknown menace beneath the surface of the murky waters. He had grown to feel Dunharris as a sort of home, and whatever challenged its safety ignited his anger. As they began to lower themselves into two rowboats through the gaping the railing, he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked at Kvasald in the eyes. "Best of luck to you, Sir knight," the Jarl stated. "You will need to travel some miles out to find this beast. If a day has passed without your return, we will begin the search." Sir Ian nodded and clenched his jaw."I will not fail." He dropped down into the rowboat with 3 other men waiting for him and saluted the Dunharris Jarl as the boat was paddled away. As the other boat began to creep out onto the water next to him, the waves lapped rhythmically against the hull, making the boat jump to and fro in the black water. Sir Ian leaned his head back and prepared for the hours-long journey out to sea with a growing into in his stomach. He glanced down at the chunks of meat they had prepared to bait their prey. Suddenly, with no warning, the water exploded in a fury of foam and an enormous, writhing, black shape burst from the water and launched itself toward their boat. Sir Ian recoiled, his senses blazing, and fumbled for a spear. The men on the dock and on the boat ignited in shouts and hoarse screams.Two of the men were smashed from his boat as the beast curled over the coracle, sending splinters spraying into the air. The little vessel lurched dangerously as the weight of the massive serpent pulled it forward. The scaly, spined body plunged again into the depths, sending a great spume of water over Ian. He, shuddering, held out a hand to one of the men trashing with terror in the water and lifted him dripping into the boat. "That thing will devour us all!" he cried. Kvasald, on the dock, sprung into action with a cry of: "Bring the bows! It is within range of the dock!" Men on the dock sprinted away. The massive body thundered out of the depths again, dangerously close to the second boat. Spears were hurled in a volley at the great black serpent, and one man on the second craft raised a crossbow, the heavy weapon ringing with a dull thud as the quarrel sped towards the monster. It disappeared once more, bubbles springing to the undulating surface. "Where'd it go?!"
"Kill it, kill it!"
The shouts were repeated from the docks and the boats. Men began to return to the docks, running and bearing bows with broadhead arrows.The water churned violently to the left of Sir Ian's boat as the serpent burst from the water, coiling over the boat and knocking another two men into the waves. Sir Ian was ready this time and jabbed his spear into the sable hide. It was much harder than expected, and this time the monster's attack was not without consequence. The stern of the rowboat cracked and splintered under the enormous weight filling the craft with water. It slowly tipped and began to sink. <i> thatch thatch thatch!</i> a volley of arrows poured from the docks, but most glanced off the toughened hide with little accuracy. The capsized rowboat was being pulled further and further from the dock by the waves and the great serpent. Its constrictive grip tightened And the boat finally gave in, snapping asunder and throwing its remaining occupants into the waves. They paddled desperately for the second boat, which, too, was begin drawn out to sea. Sir Ian clambered aboard, only to be thrown screaming into the air as the monster's head rammed into the hull of the boat. He landed in the murky water and rose desperately to the surface. The others were floundering around int he water. He cast about for something to hold onto. Chunks of torn wood were bobbing in the waves, but his hand found a spear, the very one he had been wielding earlier. He grasped it and as a wave rolled over him and pulled him under, looked down into the murky depths. Terror engulfed him as he saw a great, black, tooth-filled maw rising swiftly towards him. Drawing his strength, he pulled the spear downwards and furiously smote straight into the gaping mouth, driving the iron point hard. Sir Ian was jerked backwards and landed on a start slab of wood, smashing the back of his head against a metal binding and losing consciousness.
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This is it, guys. This is the build I have been discretely hinting at to y'all all year. I have had this and the consequent story arc planned out for many months, and I have been enormously excited to finally build this, drawing from my fascination with fantastical sea monsters. I hope you enjoy this MOC which I consider to be my best and most intense Lands of Roawia build so far. This build is also greatly inspired by Digger1221's "Hunting in the Loch" which is one of my favorite MOCs ever. So please share your opinions with me. Fire-breathing dragons are for wimps >:D
So this is my J2 entry to the LoR Hero's Guild for the Lands of Roawia on Merlin's Beard forums.
This is also an entry to the "Small Miscellaneous" category of CCCXII over on Classic-Castle.
Finally, find the frog :D
https://www.flickr.com/photos/110008680@N03/15750972891/in/photostream/
Submitted by: Brickninja
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The Southern Parapet of Ironfort
The Dannegard city of Ironfort acts as a stronghold, guardian, and city, having many inhabitants. On a fine afternoon, guards vigilantly patrol the wall while the resident Baron takes a stroll outside the wall.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/110008680@N03/sets/72157649070222468
Submitted by: Brickninja
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Viking Mäktig Krigare
This brave Viking warrior is clad in the upper-class warrior's scale armor, an iron helmet, and wields a deadly battle-axe and broadsword, both signature weapons of the Viking raiders, as well as a heavy, yet protective, colorful wooden shield, which can be mounted on the side of a longship.
This is my first "truly customized" minifigure. I had originally painted the helm, but I guess I wasn't using the right kind of paint, because it slid right off : /
So hopefully a custom sword, battle-axe, helm, and shoulder wrap(Thanks for the inspiration, |T|itus! :D) will be custom enough. Once again, inspiration to |T|itus and his fantastic custom minifgures!
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This is my first entry to the "Custom Minifgure" category of CCCXII over on Classic-Castle.
http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=551800
Submitted by: Brickninja
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