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#487851 Elemental Contest #3: EARTH

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 15 August 2018 - 08:09 AM

I thought the poll judging was an intriguing idea, and definitely want to give it a try.


Should you go for that option, I'll do my best to share it on my various social media accounts.  Of course, I reserve the right (or privilege?) to ask for votes while doing so.  XD

#487847 Earth Contest Entry - Wulfgard: Rocks Fall, Raiders Die

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 14 August 2018 - 09:08 PM

Earth Contest Entry 


Wulfgard: Rocks Fall, Raiders Die


The chieftain sneered at the Achaeans huddling at the far end of the valley.  They clearly hoped to use the terrain to funnel his superior numbers, but it would not save them.  His golden banner was the terror of the Deshreti sands, and now even the Imperial Legions could not stand before him.  He would honor their bravery for a time, then sweep into their homes and lands like a merciless sandstorm.  The thunder of his charging troops grew even louder, and he savored his imminent victory.  Now, what was his fool of a vizier screaming and pointing at?




Forces clash, and traps prepare to crash.




"A present from the Emperor, ya filthy bandits!"




I remember getting feedback that my entry for the Fire contest didn't have enough happening in it, so I thought for this one, "since the theme is also part of the setting, why not make both work for me?"


Thank you for your consideration, I hope you enjoyed this last-minute entry!

#487700 ZONE - Brookpasture ((A Dying Breed))

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 25 June 2018 - 01:15 PM

"Well, this trip is definitely giving my ego a beating."


This drew an undignified snort from Kate as she accepted the offered crutch.  “Oh, so you’re as fragile inside as ya look outside? You should see what I come up with for people I don’t like, Crestwell.”  She deliberately slowed her enunciation of his proper name, to make it clear she was at least trying to accommodate him.  Somewhat.


Cyrus managed to support Crestwell’s weight adequately, but helping him clamber over the fence was another matter.  Keva helped support one of his feet until he was halfway over and out of her reach. Kate did the same once Crestwell had shifted his weight around to try climbing down the beams instead of simply dropping.  Cyrus made it over on his own without incident while Keva gingerly picked up Bullseye for his own crossing.


Suddenly, Crestwell’s grip slipped, and his missing hand could do nothing to stop his plummet to the ground.  Kate still had a hold of his foot and yanked it across her body, hoping she would be able to break the Venator’s fall.  She did, and both of them ended up on their backs, with Crestwell sprawled perpendicularly over her chest, spine twinged but not permanently damaged; and Kate underneath, hysterically laughing with what air had not been knocked out of her lungs.


“Well, that’s just dandy for both our egos isn’t it, Crestwell?,” Meliora guffawed from her resting place.  She was still giggling as she helped the mangled Venator back to his feet and handed him his crutch.


Then, footsteps in the distance.  Rhythmic, measured, almost like a soldier’s march, or maybe twenty of them, somehow in perfect cadence.  Everyone made the same conclusion in short order: The giant was on patrol, and too close to clamber back over the fence to evade.


Moments later, he came into view, armor gleaming in the midday sun.  His dark iron plates radiated with more menace than sunlight, and the battleaxe he carried was easily twice as tall as anyone in the party.  The opening in his barbute revealed a full auburn beard, and a single, gigantic eye in his forehead...now focused on them. He scowled, then charged, roaring in anger and brandishing his axe above his head.


Kate had just caught Bullseye after Keva had shoved him over the fence.  “Holy turdballs!,” the Inquisitor exclaimed before unceremoniously dropping her dog and unslinging her crossbow.  Bullseye plopped into a heap and rolled to his left, then his right, struggling to remember how to get to his feet.  It took a few more moments of thrashing, but the bewildered little pointer figured it out. Eventually.


The cyclops was still out of bowshot when the Inquisitor had spanned and loaded her crossbow with well-drilled rapidity.  “Wait!,” Keva shouted. “We should get back over the fence and see if we can reason with him.”


Kate spat back, “He’ll be on us before we all climb up, and he doesn’t look interested in talking.”  She knelt to steady her aim and lined up her crossbow. “Just tell me where to loose to drop him fast.  The eye? His gob? His jambags? Someone speak up, or I’ll just start guessing and shooting!”


#487687 Dalton's Assorted Artwork and Random Stuff

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 22 June 2018 - 10:47 AM

Then in the future, you will mention the artist and work that inspired you, in a proper manner.  I do not require you to use full APA-formatted citations for a drawing, but flipping an image over and adding a few bits in front of it is NOT enough to make it your own.


I actually like the sound of their being descended from rogue deities in your lore.  Your word choice of "disease" will definitely lose you points with Maverick, but as long as you don't start lazily mixing in zombie or vampire lore, you should avoid her wrath.  Hopefully.


Very well, and I will allow for the fact that you made it the character's first name instead of his surname. However, you need to be more careful with listing sources and crediting inspiration.  It's not that much effort to add a link or even a brief "shoutout," but failing to do so can get you sued or fined if you're not careful.  Not to mention if you plan to go to college, where plagiarism can ruin your grades or even get you expelled.  


Drawing inspiration from another artist is not a crime, but taking credit for their work is.  Even done without malice or intent to steal, denying an artist credit is to deny them their livelihood, which is a bad habit for anyone to get into.  Remember this.

#487538 ZONE - Brookpasture ((A Dying Breed))

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 10 June 2018 - 08:04 PM

"I'm quick on my feet, so I think I should take the lead." He smiled lopsidedly in a genial way.


This elicited a quick, amused snort from Kate.  Then Cyrus offered a possible solution, and her face returned to neutral.


"There are a lot of creatures with big feet. I'd advise the utmost caution until we can find a footprint and try to identify what we're dealing with.”


"Since we're so close to the Jagged Edge," the Venator said "my guess is that it's some kind of Chaos Race spawn, maybe an ogre or chaos beast. But if we're really unlucky, maybe it’s a rogue troll: I've heard old stories about how they love mutton, but it could be nothing but stories."


"Any of which is enough to be trouble. Or maybe something else entirely."


Kate shrugged apathetically.  “Never seen any of ‘em, not really my expertise.  Just tell me where to shoot it if it decides to sample human next.”


He turned to Kate.


"How's your dog at following a scent? We might be able to pick something up at the footprints."


Bullseye had returned to Kate’s side, and the Inquisitor patted his head.  “He’s decent. More used to finding wounded game or something that I’ve got a scent sample for, but I doubt something gigantic will be hard to miss, anyway.”


As it turned out, the footprints were nearly impossible to overlook.  After a bit of math, Crestwell could reasonably infer that whatever made these impressions was easily the size of a two-story building, perhaps bigger.  There were no toe marks, though, implying that the creature was wearing some sort of covering over its feet.


Keva frowned at this development.  “So not a full giant, that’s a relief.  But whatever it is sure won’t be easy to deal with, especially if it’s intelligent enough to make shoes, of all things.”


This brought a resolute scowl to Kate’s face, and she snapped her fingers to spur Bullseye on the trail.




The prints led further east, not that any member of the party could lose track of them.  Whatever was leaving them probably could not hide even if it wanted to. Bullseye kept sniffing in and around the footprints, pointing his snout in the obvious direction to the annoyance or amusement of mistress’ companions.


After more than an hour of walking and tracking, they came across another set of pastures.  These, however, were enclosed with fences of wooden posts and beams fashioned from branches.  Normally this would not be particularly remarkable, except for the fact that the posts were roughly the width of young adult trees.  Actually, closer inspection seemed to imply that was exactly what the posts were, before something gigantic had cut them into a more manageable length.


Fortunately, the crossbeams were not too high to clamber over.  Crestwell would need a bit of help, though, as would Bullseye. Kate leaped up and scrambled over the fence with only minor issues, plopping down on the other side before turning back and bowing comically at her teammates.  “Nice and stable, I’d climb it again for fun. Almost makes me think this giant of ours is keeping his own sheep over here.”


Reaching a hand through a gap between the beams, the Inquisitor beckoned.  “If someone’d help poor Cresty up, I can ease him down from here. Same for my dog, too.”


#487363 Brickfair Virginia 2018: A Day at the Arena

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 06 June 2018 - 12:02 PM

Alright, here's another submission, this one for a combatant!


Presenting the disgraced and exiled dwarven priest, Sigmar Oathbreaker.  Never actually imagined him in minifig form before, so this has been rather fun.


Head: This beauty.  His face contorted in rage, his beard still not recovered from being shaven long ago.


Body/decals: Like Dagfari, the grey-armored dwarf shown here.  The decals can be purchased from Scorp at this location.  I would request a darker brown for his legs, if possible, and black or brown hands, whichever matches better with the dwarf legs you get for him.  No need for a beard piece or those epaulets, though.  If you think he'll need pauldrons with the helmet below, I'll leave that to your discretion.







Crest:  A plain black shield, or a broken hammer, if you're feeling fancy.  Whatever he did not only got him exiled and shaved, but also forbidden from using his clan's name or regalia ever again.


Thank you again, and please let me know if you need anything clarified!

#487335 A Dying Breed OOC - Rules, Character List, and Chat

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 04 June 2018 - 01:41 PM

Sorry if you felt pressured, I just wanted to make sure that you didn't feel left out, especially with how quickly events were moving along.  I've had real life interfere with my posting schedule as both a player and a DM, and know how overwhelming it can be to get caught up when people are having fun and really getting going.  Hopefully you took it more as a fellow jogger playfully encouraging you to keep going, and not a taskmaster reminding you of a deadline.  >.>


As for motivation to post, I normally draw that from other players.  I look at their reactions to my own posts, and think excitedly, "how can I carry on this conversation and meet our goals?" or "those were some good zingers, how would my character respond?".  Forum RPs like Errant started as a great source of practice in my writing hobby, and continue to be an inspiration and joy in the ironically rare quiet moments at my desk job.


Edit: Well, Maverick and Scorp have no control over your finances and can still make ad revenue from free members kind enough to deactivate adblock.  But I'm sure they appreciate you contributing to the site.  And a quick check of your profile allows me to welcome you to the ranks of the Nova Patrons!

#487273 A Dying Breed OOC - Rules, Character List, and Chat

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 31 May 2018 - 07:53 AM

I'm enjoying the interaction as well, so feel free to have Crestwell tag along!  Kate needs someone smarter around to temper her aggression, plus I'd rather not have her completely alone on her search.  El Taco is going to have a lot of catching up to do, at this rate.


(hint hint, wink wink)

#487258 ZONE - Castle Greywatch (A Dying Breed - START)

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 29 May 2018 - 09:53 PM

He looked at the others and said "We need to think about this. He's supposedly been off the map for a while, but he returned in time for this meeting with Agethar of Bjornburg. In addition to this during the investigation of a Faustus Tome in Artorius, three Venatori were involved: the Hill-Dwarf Daisy and the Elves Jed and Forge, and all three interacted with Voros multiple times during the investigation. We might do well to interrogate these three before confronting Voros directly, after all, if we scare him, he could run back into the wild once again."


This development puzzled Kate immensely, and she blurted, “What the hells were four Venatori doing looking for a Faustus tome?  That’d be strictly Inquisition business. And how do you know all that, but I don’t?


Crestwell then brought up a good rebuttal.  


"We talk to any of them, we risk tipping him off. As it is, everyone is most likely still downstairs. We have an opportunity now, before he has the chance to hide anything."


After Brennus gave his blessing, Meliora stood, nodding and rubbing her hands emphatically.  “Sounds like this Voros chap is your suspect, then.  I do love a good snoop and search!”


Kate followed Crestwell up to the private quarters of the Venatori, keeping close to the wall and hoping no one on the level below was watching them.  As much as she was starting to like her new misshapen friend, she doubted he would be much help if his fellow hunters objected to their belongings being searched.


They came to a stop at a door marked with a bull, a sigil that Kate did not recognize but Crestwell confirmed belonged to the Voros character that had been mentioned.  When she saw what lay behind the door, however, she instantly knew it belonged to the Venator her friend had spoken so highly of.


Good gods!,” she exclaimed.  “Forget boyfriend, I’m starting to think this bugger is Marcus’ brother or somethin’.  It’s sickeningly clean in here, makes me all self-conscious.”  


She surveyed her surroundings, not seeing anything else that stood out or looked even remotely suspicious.  Still, it helped to get her bearings and give her more in-depth search a good framework. The Inquisition had taught her that successfully, at least.


Alright, Crestwell.  Guess I’ll start with the obvious and check that chest.  You want to make sense of his alchemy doodads, see if there’s anything nonstandard?  It’d probably just be Old Achaean to me.




Meanwhile, Bullseye now firmly believed he had made a good choice in friends.  Maugrimm led him straight to the kitchen, where another person in the blue cloak was roasting...meat.  His mouth watered, his tail nearly wagged clean off, and he began to pant in excitement and sheer delight at the prospect.


Then the nice lady actually carved some of the juicy roast for them, and the world became a much brighter place.  While Maugrimm immediately tore into his portion, Bullseye nuzzled the nice lady’s leg in gratitude. Mistress would always go “hmph” and scratch his ears grudgingly when he thanked her like that, which was her way of saying “I love you” and “you’re welcome” at the same time.  At this range, Keva had a clear view of his black leather collar, which was embossed with the sigil of the Inquisition and his name.


After properly thanking Keva for the meal, Bullseye went up to the remaining bowl of meat, sniffed the tantalizing aroma, then sat in front of it like he was guarding it, poised and awaiting command.  It took a few awkward moments of silence for him to recognize the conundrum he was in. Mistress always told him when to start eating. Nice lady was not mistress, and probably did not know of his mealtime rules.  The diminutive pointer turned his longing gaze to Keva, pleading she would guess the cue he awaited.


#487239 ZONE - Castle Greywatch (A Dying Breed - START)

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 29 May 2018 - 12:00 PM

"What did your friend have to say about this man and his exile. Did he ever talk of the order?"


Kate reclined slightly, head tilted in thought.  “Not much, from what I remember. Old Marcus apparently looked up to this guy a lot, though.  Told me the fella saved his neck many a time, but got zapped by some kind of demonic magic. That’s why he left civilization, wasn’t sure if he might be a danger to others, whatever got done to him.  Though if he’s back, hopefully that means his problems got solved. Marcus sure seems to miss his boyfriend.”

The Inquisitor ducked by instinct and snapped her head around.  “Oh, right!  His actual girlfriend’s not here to throw stuff at me for saying that.  That’s a relief.”

#487229 ZONE - Castle Greywatch (A Dying Breed - START)

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 28 May 2018 - 01:09 PM

Bullseye was sitting by mistress, and she idly scratched his ears as she pretended to listen to the grumpy men in blue capes.  He knew she was pretending to listen, because she looked at the sky instead of them a lot. Or the weird not-sky that looked like the rocks he was now sitting on.  This confused him at times.


"You might want to use a bit more...tact when 'the kinda bossy one' is sitting across from you." the Venator said as he removed the straw.


Mistress looked at the sky.  She also snorted. Bullseye knew this meant she didn’t care.  He decided this probably meant she also didn’t care about him being there, since there were no more ear scratches.  He got up and saw new friend, and approached with tail wagging and nose sniffing. New friend had been many places and seen many people, he sensed.  Even people and places he knew, maybe!




"Indeed," agreed Brennus, very pointedly. To Kate, he added, "We would have trouble creating an exact timeframe, considering most Venatori cannot read or write letters, and even then, we can't be sure when letters would've been sent..." He frowned. "But you may be onto something there.


The Inquisitor placed her glass on a stand within reach of her chair, and leaned back confidently.  “Thanks awfully,” was her only reply, but her disdainful smirk remained.


"Either way," he added, "the Venatori shouldn't suspect each other."


Crestwell frowned slightly.


"I wish I could agree with you on that. Without trust between us, the order is nothing, that's true. But at the same time, it's naive to dismiss the possibility of a traitor among us."


He paused to take another sip.


"It really comes down to motive. Who among us would wish to harm their own?" He examined the glass thoughtfully before turning to Kate.


"Who knows you came here? Did anyone show an undue interest in your plans?"


She shrugged nonchalantly.  “I was helping an old friend in my own order to train one of our southern garrisons when I got the letter.  He outranks me, but we’re close enough that when I told him I had personal business, he granted me leave and didn’t ask any questions.  He’s the only one I told I was leaving, and I didn’t even mention where I was headed.”


Kate then cracked her knuckles, loudly and obnoxiously.  “As for your second question, I didn’t notice anyone following me on the way here, and the Inquisition doesn’t pay me to be blind or stupid.  Anyone who tried to get nosy in taverns and such was quickly dissuaded by my natural charm.”  She seemed very pleased with herself for using such a large word amongst her usual sarcasm.


Suddenly a thought occurred to her.  “Though now that ya mention suspects in your order, my friend did keep going on and on about a friend he made in the Venatori that disappeared for his own personal reasons.  Some kinda self-imposed exile, real Achaean Tragedy-like.” She leaned and leered in Brennus’ direction.  “Can’t remember the poor bugger’s name for the life of me, but does that match the story of one of your people out there, boss-man?”

#487213 ZONE - Castle Greywatch (A Dying Breed - START)

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 25 May 2018 - 07:55 PM

As faceless chump and Crestwell led the way into the study, Kate recalled the other two hunters that their leader had indicated to her.  Her sharp eyes scanned under numerous blue hoods until she saw the same bearded fellow and Southron woman that Brennus had pointed to. Cupping a hand to her mouth, she yelled in passing, “Hey, Silvan and Ashy, was it?  C’mon, if you’re looking for Silvius, you might not wanna miss this.”




Once they arrived, with or without the two bystanders, Kate wrinkled her nose at their musty, dusty surroundings.  Her demeanor improved, however, when Crestwell opened what looked like a very boring tome to reveal a hidden bottle of what looked like brandy.  


"The good stuff," He explained, pouring a small amount of brandy into each glass. He slowly lowered himself into a worn chair, then gestured at the others to take the brandy.


Clever!,” Kate exclaimed.  “I’ve gotta remember that trick for meself, later.”  She plopped down into another chair, glass in hand, then blindly took a gulp of the brandy. The fire in her throat brightened her eyes as she grinned.  The old man was certainly not holding back, this was very good stuff.


"Let's start from the beginning, if you don't mind. How do you know Silvius?"


Another sip, much slower this time.  She wanted to savor the flavor, not to mention avoid draining her glass too quickly.  “The very beginning?  Before I was born, really.  My late dad, Horace Meliora, actually met Silvius in this very order, probably in this very castle.  You might not remember him, he’d barely worn the cloak and arrowhead for a day when he got his sword arm torn off by a verrbjorn.  Always told me he’d been lucky through all his training, only to lose it on that very first hunt. But you can’t span a crossbow with one arm, and he couldn’t read, so he’d be useless in a room like this; so off he went, wondering what in Artemis’ name he was gonna do now.”


The Inquisitor swirled the remains of her drink contemplatively, before downing it in a final, lingering draught.  “Silvius was his partner on that first and last hunt, though, and always felt it was his fault, especially since the bear so happened to be going for his neck when my dad’s arm got in the way.  When he tracked down where my father ended up settling down, the stubborn blighter made a point of visiting whenever he was near Appledale. The two of ‘em always laughed at how they didn’t roll too far from the old tree, if you take my meaning.  Well, Silvius became like an Uncle, even watched me for a bit after my parents bought it, but I’d no interest in following my dad’s footsteps, so we went our separate ways. Then I got this letter a couple weeks ago, and here we are.”


She punctuated her statement by offering the letter to Crestwell.  He would have to remember if he had seen much of Silvius’ correspondence himself, but as far as he could tell the writing belonged to his missing comrade.  It read thus:



Once it appeared Crestwell had finished reading, Kate offered, "The kinda bossy one, your stand-in leader or something, mentioned other Venatori were missing, too?  I've been thinking that maybe Silvius and his partner were the last to disappear, and maybe he noticed the first ones and figured they weren't a coincidence?  You lot'd probably know more than me on that front."

#487180 ZONE - Castle Greywatch (A Dying Breed - START)

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 23 May 2018 - 10:44 AM

"I must apologize, Inquisitor Meliora, but Silvius of Appledale is missing," Brennus replied promptly. "We were just organizing search parties to find him and a number of other unaccounted-for Venatori. If the Inquisition is actually interested in helping us with such a matter, we would not refuse the assistance." He quirked a brow. "Silvius was last seen in a town south of Kyjovia... Sivan and Asti," he nodded to the pair, "were planning to go there and find out what happened."


Kate shrugged nonchalantly.  “I’m not here in an official capacity, I’ve just known Silvius since I was little.  I thought he was just being paranoid, but he even paid me to come help him…”


Then some kind of shambling undead staggered up to them.  Kate’s shortsword was halfway out of its scabbard when the thing smiled at her.  That was new.  Then, it started talking, which shamblers definitely didn’t do.


"If you'll excuse my questions, Inquisitor." He smiled again, this time slightly more warmly. "Did you get this invitation from Silvius himself? Or through a messenger? It would help to know when you last had contact"


The Inquisitor slowly stood down, though Bullseye was still on high alert, hackles up and growling at mistress’ target.  Sword was coming out, that meant biting time. Mistress loved biting time so much. He would bite all the nasty things for her, especially walking dead persons, no matter how bad they tasted.


Kate replaced her sidearm and commanded her dog to sit with a snap, then an outstretched index finger before answering, “By Zeus’ underpants, you’ve been through the wringer, haven’t you?  Sorry, thought you were a bloody shambler there. He just used a messenger.  Got the letter a couple weeks ago. Came with two whole Aurei, which told me he was serious, so I set out immediately.”


Greet him properly, dummy.  You said you’d play nice, even if Silvius may not have trusted everyone here.  Kate extended her hand in greeting, though with visible trepidation.  Her demeanor was less than genuinely friendly, like a shy child angrily being forced to spend time with distant relatives.  “And I’m Kate, again.  Who might you be, Mister?


It was then that another Venator, this one heavily armed and armored, butted in.

"And why exactly did Silvius invite you?" the Venator said, glancing at the Inquisitor "I agree with Brennus that we appreciate your assistance, but I for one would like to know why the Inquisition wants to stick its nose into Venator Business."

Kate sneered up at him.  “Because like I said, I’ve known Silvius since I was a kid, and he asked me to help him solve a problem that scared him.  So I’m not sticking my nose into anything as an Inquisitor, I just didn’t have anything else to wear, big boy.” Murder flashed in her eyes as a thought occurred.  “Though it seems he may not have trusted all of you, if he was desperate enough to pay outside help.  You got something to hide under that pretty helmet of yours?”


#487159 ZONE - Castle Greywatch (A Dying Breed - START)

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 21 May 2018 - 12:26 PM

As the meeting drew to a close, a figure armored in shadow approached Castle Greywatch. Her right hand gripped the sling of the crossbow over her shoulder, while her left was fidgeting idly with the pommel of the void iron shortsword dangling from her hip. Each step she took was nearly silent, yet she moved with rapid purpose and a stern, almost murderous focus in her eyes.


She drew to a stop within bowshot of the drawbridge, looking around her feet for something she had lost. When whatever she sought did not present itself, her frown eroded into a scowl. A sharp whistle left her lips, followed by a harshly lilting voice like a gorgeous harp being used to bash someone's head in.


Bullseye, where’ve ya run off to? Get your arse over here!”


The patter of four small paws drew steadily closer, until a happy little Pointer came into view, tongue and ears flapping as he went. He was clearly overjoyed to have been summoned by his mistress, an emotion the Inquisitor clearly did not share.


What, were you chasing squirrels again?  Keep up, or I’ll tie your chubby neck to my wrist.”  Bullseye gave no indication that he understood this threat, and simply wagged his tail as he looked up endearingly at the irate woman. She grumbled under her breath, and continued on her way, with Bullseye falling into formation by her heel.


Before the Inquisitor could even be challenged by the guard in the gatehouse, the portcullis opened and disgorged a disgruntled platoon of some kind.  They wore no blue cloaks or silver arrowheads, and many of them seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Frustration, fear, but also some tinges of regret seemed to ooze off of them, even the creepy, sneering one who addressed her as he passed.  “Looking to join up, Inquisitor? There’s plenty of openings for you now, but you’re probably better off sticking with your current career.” He received no words in response, but did see a very, VERY rude gesture before she stormed past, out of his field of vision. The Venator guarding the gate peered down at this exchange, then wisely decided not to challenge this mystery woman who seemed intent on...whatever she was seeking.


As the black leather and void iron-clad mass of anger entered the castle, her dog rushed slightly forward, sniffing the air.  Mistress seemed unsure, even anxious, so he would help her find her way, like a good boy should. Lights and voices up ahead, that meant other people!  Mistress liked meeting new people, right? He immediately halted, crouched with a front leg coiled, and pointed his snout with all his might in the direction of the main hall...where they were already going.


This drew an exasperated sigh from his mistress.  “Yes, thank you, Bullseye.  I was already headed that way, you stupid git.”  She passed him up, snapped her fingers, and the dog came to heel again, panting and wagging his tail in glee at how helpful he was being.  The voices in the great hall grew clearer and more worried, and the Inquisitor could now see some kind of stage that had been erected. What the hells is that for?, she pondered silently.  Are these buggers branching out into acting now?  Silvius should’ve mentioned that, I’d have come a lot sooner to watch them practice.


A wolfish grin snuck onto her face at the absurdity of the thought.  She paused in the doorway, surveying the remaining Venatori conversing amongst themselves or gathering into cliques.  Alright Kate, first impressions time.  These aren’t the quitters you saw outside, so look friendly and professional, just like Marcus taught you.  She straightened her back and shoulders, tried to cock a friendly half-smile, and removed her sallet, letting her straight, crimson locks fall, framing her flame-scarred face.  The door was already open, but she knocked on it anyway so they wouldn’t be too surprised at her presence.


They’re obviously having a hard time, so don’t insult ‘em.  Say something funny and endearing. Top o’ the morning to ya, sadsacks!”  Nailed it.  Inquisitor Kate Meliora, at your service.  Hope I’m not interruptin’ whatever you’re rehearsing, but I think I just walked past your stagehands.  If you need help rounding ‘em back up, I charge very reasonable bounties.”  Still grinning impishly, Kate continued to lilt, “Any of you lot know where I can find Silvius of Appledale?  He asked me to meet him here, all mysterious-like.” She punctuated this remark by flippantly waggling her gloved fingers before her, her helm tucked under one arm.

#487117 Minifig Showcase!

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 14 May 2018 - 06:33 AM

Just as cool, if not cooler, than the sigfig I made for Marcus, and I liked the clever little references in that description.  


As for your other works, you are, as always, as attention-drawing in your imaginative backstories as you are in your minifig construction!  My compliments to you.


Edit: Ah, who am I kidding, yours is cooler.  I'm going back to round pauldrons and putting the cape under them like you did.