This is a MOC for the Lands of Mythron that moves me up a level in Rainosian society… but more importantly, it advances the story of Steven! See links to the Lands of Mythron and my Bull Knight Files to the right of the page.
About this creation
~ ~ ~ The Cast of Today’s MOC ~ ~ ~
Steven- Crossbowman recently returned from “campaigning” in Mythron. Main character.
Gregor- Geriatric village watchman.
Clive- Village blacksmith and part-time recruiter for Cedric’s “New Model Army” who first sent Steven off on his adventures.
Gretel- Black-haired villager.
Igor- Village lad a few years younger than Steven.
Sarah- Brown-haired cousin that Igor is sweet on.
Messenger- Agent of Cedric’s NMA
Many weeks had passed since Steven ambushed a train of criminals with a legion of the Dragon Clan. Since then, he had made up with William Farrer, sailed back to Rainos aboard a dragon-ship, come to terms with his mental problems, and spent days trekking into the island’s northern extremes. Now, following a rainstorm, he approaches his beloved, nameless hometown.
“It’s me, Gregor. I’m back.”
“Why, it’s young Steven! Here, come in quick – you’ll give the missus a nice surprise. I have to keep watch for barbarian invaders.”
Knock, knock, knock.
It took five minutes for the four people remaining in town and not on the fishing boats to crowd into Gregor and Gretel’s cottage: Steven’s uncle Clive, Gretel, and his second-cousins Igor and Sarah, all familiar faces… and yet unfamiliar. Who’re they…? Shutupshutupshutup. Apparently Steven Number Two was not yet acquainted.
“What’s happened back here while I was gone?” he tried.
Nothing, of course, had happened. This is the usual timeline in small villages of fifty people or less. Steven’s departure had been the most exciting event in the past year, and his return was even better.
“Come on, Steve,” Igor begged, “Stop bugging us and tell us what the barbarians are like.”
So Steven began to recount his adventures, starting with the bloody sea battle aboard the Eagle…
…then the pair of pirates his crew had rescued, one considerably prettier than the others…
…and how the combined crew had sought aid at a stronghold in Mythron, only to end up defending the castle themselves.
Steven could see his loss reflected in his audience’s faces as he described that battle’s tragic outcomes, leaving only himself and William Farrer, the helmsman, alive to find their ways home via the warriors of Dragon Clan.
He quickly covered his mercenary work in Falmor and his return trip (he had completely skipped his second personality and any moments of embarrassment or cowardice he had undergone on his adventure), and came out with the finale.
“And this is my share of the gold I was given by the King of the Ibers, which I hereby give over entirely to our beloved hometown,” he finished, showering the room with sparkling coins.
All eyes darted to the fortune on the floor.
“Think of the boats this could buy!”
“A new wall for Gregor!”
“Glass windowpanes,” Steven added, thinking of his favorite invention from the outside world.
“Who’s Gregor holding up?”
Intrigued by the possibility that there might not only be one new arrival that day but two, the occupants of the hut filed out to find a rider of Cedric’s army mounted outside.
“Hear ye, hear ye! Come one, come all. Outrage in Guaire!”
“We hear ye,” Clive called, and the messenger turned to complete his message.
“How many fit, young men can you spare? All the Bull Clan is sending warriors, and is prepared to avenge the Mythronian insult on its own if need be – “
Steven’s voice cut the crier’s warlike hawking short.
“Why, the robbery of the diamond mines of Guaire! Thousands of stones, each more precious than an entire village, have been stolen by filthy Mythronian spies. We must avenge this – “
Again the home-come soldier drowned out the officer. This was one of the times when he couldn’t tell whether Steven or the other one had control of the tongue.
“What does it have to do with us? I spent four months trekking across Mythron or sailing the channel, and in that time I killed three men who were doing their absolute best to kill me. Never once in that time did I see why any of my actions brought any good except gold to the people I care for, and I have enough of that now. Thank you very much, but I’m not going back.”
“Hear, hear!” cheered Gregor and most of the locals, supporting their own.
“Why, you cur – “
This time the rider was cut short not by Steven, but by Igor, whose voice cracked halfway through into a high-pitched squeak without losing any of its effect. The official grinned.
“Igor, what are you saying? I trained for months before I left, and even then I nearly died a dozen times!” Steven snapped. His younger cousin jutted his peach-fuzzy chin valiantly.
“I’m not afraid of dying for my homeland.”
“Well, if you aren’t afraid of you losing your head, then I am! Sir courier, Private Steven reports for duty once again, if only to save his kinsman’s neck, but you can make it clear to your superiors that I owe nothing to them. I haven’t seen a cent of my back pay, which you can keep, and I’ll turn over my crossbow and uniform the second I’m asked, but for now I’ll fight all the same.”
The messenger sneered in brief derision, then delved into his pack.
“So you’re Private Steven of Fishing Village Five, Horn Peninsula. This is your lucky day, for, as little as you deserve it, not only do I have your wages but also your promotion to sergeant. It seems someone from Dragon Clan put in a good word for you, Sergeant Steven the Reluctant.”
Steven had ignored the horseman’s slurs, and demanded information concerning times and destinations.
“There’s a boat at Frog Fjord due for Guaire at noon tomorrow. At a walk, I’d estimate you would need to leave in an hour. Once in the city, you can find your next destination by following everyone else; all the brave warriors of Rainos are in a stir.”
Little time had been left for goodbyes. Steven had left the Iber gold in the care of Gretel and Gregor, but kept his pay and the bounties he had earned for slaying outlaws. Igor had asked him what he needed all that gold for. Steven (the new one) had growled that he was going to buy his cousin some armor to keep his skin whole, and a visored helmet to keep his mouth closed. All in all, the new sergeant felt he was quite the veteran.
This was an over-extended and dismal MOC. I ran out of good rock pieces and greebles close to the entrance, and had a hard time building my way back to add a place for the house, which I wasn’t thrilled with, either. I started with the run-down, Romanesque fortifications and the process deteriorated from there, unfortunately. I think that the trees and most of the building was above the MOCpages average, looking at most of the new Castle pages, but that doesn’t mean it lives up to my standards.
Enough negativity. I can’t say much about the building styles other those employed on the smaller tree. I saw those same claw-pieces used ingeniously as smoke the other day, and that spurred me to show off the tricks I know with them before anyone else can post them. The ruins of the watch-tower, while not particularly impressive or tricky, were quite pleasing for some reason. Oh, and I tried to make it look like there were dirty brown mud-puddles here and there in and around the ruts in the road, but I’m not sure if anyone gets that.
Oh, well. For one of three MOCs to be speed-built in a twelve-day time span, I think this was sufficiently artistic for a rank challenge in the Lands of Mythron. Speaking of which, it would be a good idea to check the group out if you haven’t already. It’s a lot of fun, it gives one a reason to build (although you won’t have to build at the same frenzied pace as my current one), and Rainos is the faction to join.
Now, here are the bonus pics: