NR/Wulfgard Design Contest Entries Topic
Posted 19 July 2010 - 09:25 PM
Please post entries here, with links to the image galleries. You can also email them to firstname.lastname@example.org if you prefer.
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Posted 20 July 2010 - 12:45 AM
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Posted 20 July 2010 - 01:51 AM
Wulfgard Northern Captain Contest Entry
Nove Refuge Weapon Contest Entry
Edited by Skorpia, 12 August 2010 - 11:16 PM.
Posted 20 July 2010 - 02:37 AM
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Posted 20 July 2010 - 04:57 PM
His name is Donagh Connell. Raised the priviliged son of a well respected nobleman, Donagh did not want for anything, and recieved only respect from all those around him. All of this changed thanks to the actions of a local criminal lord, who was concerned the family had become too powerful within certain less than legal political circles. He ordered the family dead in an accident. The lord's overzealous hired assassins responded by buning down the family's entire estate. Young Donagh lost lost everything, including a young wife and son, as well as the rest of his family. He realised that this must have been brought upon the family by his corrupt uncle, who had many a criminal dealing, but found he too had been consumed by the flames. Robbed of everything, except for the revenge he would one day reap from the lord, the young Donagh sped off into the nearby woods.
Days passed without sustanance, and Donagh found himself consumed with both hunger and an insane rage that would not leave him. This came to a head when he stumbled upon a small Bandit encampent. He was savagely beaten at their hands untiL he got his hand on a discarded dagger lying near him. Pouncing with newfound strength he offed the entire camp within half an hour.
Finding himself alone again, Donagh found himself unwilling to return to civilisation. He actually felt peaceful in the woods, though his rage remained. He put it to good use, however. Years passed, and found himself becoming an expert hunter. He began over time to kill anyone who crossed his path, be they bandit, soldier, or weary traveler with skill, though lacking in finesse.
Until he killed an assassin in the guild he is now in, thus proving himself worthy of joining... I'll be the frst to admit this story is perhpas painfully generic, but it's all I can really think of, at any rate.
Well, there's my entry.
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Posted 21 July 2010 - 02:02 AM
But from now on try to keep this topic entries-only.
Posted 21 July 2010 - 06:33 AM
Here's an incredibly rough assassin sketch. It's nowhere near finished yet, and I might even re-draw the entire thing (Though I'm definately keeping the Scorpion Shoulderpad, but here's a sneak preview I suppose.
Posted 21 July 2010 - 06:36 PM
The Gun: UGAR-B3
Initially developed by private security company BattleTec, it showed promise and was quickly bought by the Victorian Security Forces. However, the project was dropped due to lack of funds and unforeseen complications with the power supply, which was inadequate for long term engagements as it quickly overheated, rendering the gun unusable, and in some cases causing severe burns to test subjects forearms. When the Victorian military decided to terminate its tests in favor of more reliable projects, the remaining prototypes were sold at auction. Many mercenaries and private security companies have copied the design from those weapons, and with new techonolgy and larger wallets have improved it tenfold. The most popular modification is the placement of several 'chimneys' along the barrel that remove excess heat. This has made the weapon a safe, effective, but extremely pricey and specialised option for Mercs and thugs. UGAR-B3s are now seen across the galaxy in the hands of both.
The gun is held under the forearm, limiting recoil and assisting with accuracy. Although the gun has no external sights, it can be linked to optics either on helmets or headsets. It fires caseless high calibre Blazer rounds that pack a ferocious punch but provide a very serious kick. The gun is mainly fired in short bursts to improve accuracy. The gun is powered by a small backpack, (not pictured) that contains power cells and all the neccesary cooling components.
Drawn in MS Powerpoint using autoshapes.
Perhaps could be used by 'The Muscles' henchmen? It's a short, fat gun that shoots short, fat bullets.
Edited by halofreak, 21 July 2010 - 11:38 PM.
I am not affiliated. All credit goes to the makers of this kick-ass movie.
Posted 21 July 2010 - 08:24 PM
Edited by Fenris, 21 July 2010 - 08:24 PM.
Posted 22 July 2010 - 05:14 AM
Isis Kendra is her name. Her parents were wealthy traveling merchants, traveling the deserts and lands of the South. They settled down in the land of Deshret in the city of Yahsmin. When she was a few years old, their home was raided, her parents killed, and the house razed to the ground.
She escaped from under the rubble in tattered clothes and a few possessions of her own and hr mother and father. A man called Uten Tu'bekh found her and took her under his wing. He taught her how to sneak around in the night unseen, to pickpocket, and a few ways of fighting. She lived with him until she was 24, when he was assassinated. She grieved, though inherited the house and all of his belongings.
She vowed revenge on assassins and became and assassin assassin. She still searches for her teacher's killer, though is somewhat like a vigilante and mercenary at the same time. She was dubbed "The Rose" because of her calling card of leaving a rose upon her victim's chest.
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Posted 22 July 2010 - 06:16 AM
Again, please try to keep questions and discussion limited to this topic: http://forums.saber-...?showtopic=6943 Thanks!
Welcome to the forums! Thanks for entering!
Hi, been coming to this site for years, but have never posted anything or entered a competition. This is my entry, the UGAR-B3.
Posted 23 July 2010 - 02:23 AM
Born to a long line of knights, Drazor followed in his family’s line of work, becoming a knight to defend the Empire and impress his family.
One day he was ordered to go on a defense mission taking a cart of precious jewels north east from Pluton Hold to Illikon, but the score of knights encountered trouble as dozens of raiders drove them off the road.
The now lost knights wandered around the area for many days when somehow, they had found their way into Ragnosst swamp, in witch Drazor was separated from the caravan.
He was now hungry and lost, wandering endlessly through the dark swamps, when he came across a tribe of lizard men, whom offered him food and drink if he would take a vow to serve their gods. Drazor took the vow, though he never planned on following up on it. They fed him and gave him a hand-drawn map of the imperial land.
He used his map and followed it to Illikon where he met up with his group, whom had already made it.
The caravan then returned to Pluton hold to as instructed, and were taken temporarily off-duty to recover from the long journey. During this time though, Drazor felt strange… he didn’t want to rest anymore, he wanted to do something. The longer the knights stayed off-duty the worse it got, what started as a desire for action became a desire for violence, then a desire for fighting, then a desire for war, and then a need to kill. All the peace of the hospital had driven him insane and he broke out.
He was now crazed with intent to kill, though he had no idea why. And on that day, he walked out with a knife in hand and slaughter dozens of civilians. He now realized that the god he had vowed to serve had taken over and was forcing him to kill.
He was captured by the city guard in the middle of his killing spree and sentenced to death. He was transported to Caltha for imprisonment, when the officials read of his crimes. They thought that he would make the perfect gladiatorial candidate as he was violent brutal and if he won he would most likely be imprisoned again within the hour.
Drazor was dragged of to the coliseum to prepare for the battle awaiting him. Drazor completely agreed to the arrangement, as it would satisfy his need to kill. As the matches went down Drazor brutally massacred his opponents time and time again until he was the last man alive.
He was given his freedom but they made sure that he knew that they would be watching him, and they would know what he was doing.
The messengers of death learned of Drazor and upon his release, tracked him down and asked him to join them. Drazor gladly obliged.
Drazor donned a new identity as Wrathcar, servant of death, to further avoid those watching him, and he now wears his mask at all times.
Wrathcar now uses his two blades, Kaksi-Tera and Sydan, and is an expert with throwing knives. Little else is known about what happened to Wrathcar after his induction into the messangers of death, and the empire believes that he is dead. But it is said that if you hear walking on your roof, Wrathcar is on a mission
Posted 23 July 2010 - 06:46 AM
This pic is kind of boring but neccesary, so look here http://forums.saber-...ewimage&img=287 for more pics and stuff before reading the bio which is in the spoiler tags.
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Posted 24 July 2010 - 06:37 AM
Just start with this image and work your way back. I may add further info here, but I'm really tired today, I'm lucky I got all that uploaded I'm so out of it.
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