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#487985 Scorp's Art & Writing

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 17 October 2018 - 12:27 PM

Splendid work!  The Inquisitor (is anyone surprised?) and the Hoplite are my favorites by far, but the gnome took me by surprise in how much I liked it.  You should see if Mav is willing to color that one like she did a few of your drawings.  He's so cute and tiny!

#487965 Favorite Video Game music themes

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 08 October 2018 - 08:16 AM

Got in a particularly nostalgic mood, and found these beauties from my childhood:


#487912 WG Weekly Comic (and other updates)

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 16 September 2018 - 08:37 PM

Ohoh, Whisper DOES like Daemonique! Or she just hates Hanan more.  Either way, I'll take it!


I'm curious as to what Hanan needs to placate the gods for, besides co-hosting this kind of operation in their very temple.  Ah well, I'm sure we'll find out eventually.


Anywho, another excellent page, especially the pained facial expressions!  Lots of good detail here.

#487908 Official Scorp's Minifigs Topic

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 15 September 2018 - 03:48 PM

Both were outstanding designs!  Frederik was a pleasant surprise, but I recognized him right away from the WG playing cards.   An excellent look for what I'm calling the Nordling battlemage.


The knight of Rimegard was also a recent favorite, the coat of arms goes really well with the custom Brickforge greathelm and your homemade cape.

#487881 WG Weekly Comic (and other updates)

Posted by Lord_Capulet on 27 August 2018 - 08:02 AM


#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.”