The scout hurries, crying out the names of his companions in a desperate effort to find them. Split up after an Orc attack, he ran forward into the pass of Altan-Suvd, trying to regroup with them. He stumbles onward, the blizzard's icy cold numbing his feet. He collapses to the ground, perspiration dripping from his brow. He fades into a deep sleep, never to be seen again.
A close up of the scout.
A shot oof the MOC without the minifig. <
Meet the scout.
Very nice! I agree with Samuel, the landscape is very impressive. The overhang is very nice touch as well as the icicle. Very nice attention to detail, especially with the tracks that the guy leaves. Well done!