LOM Season 2, Part 16. The Universal Challenge for March, 2015. A crossover with Object of Legend. POV Donjnir son of _____ (find out in a later build).
About this creation
The sound of flowing water echoed through the valley, giving it a peaceful aura despite the craggy rock-work along it's sides. Donjnir rode silently down the only path in this forgotten hollow, lost in his own thoughts.
It had stung to be eliminated from the Tourney in such a short span of time, but he had accomplished his objective, the recruiting of more operatives. Foremost of those was the Neroguian Maeglin, a valuable asset indeed.
His journey back had also been... interesting...
The salty wind whipped playfully at Donjnir's face, and the sun on the water made him squint. There was a freshness in the air that made Donjnir want to laugh out loud, a rare occurrence for him.
“A dainty little thing, ain't she?”
Donjnir turned to see an orc, a little shorter then him and wearing a well tailored suit of all the colors possibly associated with the color red along with a pair of patent pig-skin gloves, standing a short way down the deck from him, acting as if he owned the place, which of course he did. Captain Luigi Lorenzo, captain of one of the fastest sailing ships south of Guaire, was a very curious individual. His choice in clothes, along with his name, which he gave himself upon being freed from a southern plantation, clearly showed this.
“Indeed she is, and a good thing to, or I will arrive to late for my meeting.” Donjnir responded dryly.
“Ah, and you chose the best possible choice, for a finer single-sail you'll never find in all the five Islands of the Sea People, or is it six now? I can never remember. But my point still stands, the Horned Sea-slug is obviously the fastest ship in the known world!”
Donjnir smiled. Not much for glamorous names, this one, but his ship was fast. Indeed, she fairly danced over the waves, as light as a tooth-pick, and about as wide. She had next to no dept, which made the danger of tipping in stormy weather all the more imminent, but it did help with her speed.
Lorenzo sidled up next to Donjnir and for a while they both stood still, staring out into the open sea. Finally the orc spoke. “So do your parents still live?”
Donjnir immediately grew tense. He glanced over toward the orc, who seemed completely oblivious to the impact his question had had on Donjnir. Donjnir turned back toward the sea, his thoughts racing. What should I tell him? I'm obviously not going to tell him how... no, I not even going to think about that. But I can't exactly leave him hanging... “Yes. Yes, they are.”
Lorenzo smiled, a very orcish smile, but no less sincere. “Good, that's good! The longer wisdom endures, the more can benefit from it!”
Donjnir forced a smile in return, keeping his eyes riveted toward a certain white-cap off to star-board. If only he knew...
The sound of hoof-beats farther down the path yanked Donjnir back to the present and he pulled his steed to a halt. The hoof-beats stopped as well, but then continued, as if their owner had decided to face who-ever was up ahead head-on. Donjnir hesitated. No one except Outlaws and other-such rabble ever use this path regularly, and meeting up with one of them, or two, from the sound of those hooves, wouldn't be very beneficial at the moment. But on the other hand, I can't gain anything by waiting. Taking a deep breath, Donjnir applied his heels to his mount's side.
Donjnir reached the corner first and turned with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Up ahead a figure in a dark red hood and cloak reigned in his horse along with the armored man behind him. Both stared at him for a moment until the hooded one, obviously the one with authority, moved forward again, accompanied by his guard.
Donjnir moved forward as well, keeping his mount at a walk. They met, and eyed each-other for a few seconds. Finally the hooded figure threw back his hood and exposing the spiky black hair and gray features of a Grer. Immediately Donjnir knew him.
Sozo the Great surveyed Donjnir with little interest, as if he were viewing a painting he had framed in his office. “So what brings Donjnir of Nerogue through such lands? The Council in Valdan perhaps?”
Donjnir started. How did he know who I was? And how did he know of the Council in Valdan? Or was he a contact of the Council's that Donjnir didn't know about? “Yes, actually. In fact, we were going to discuss your new nation, along with other things, I hear.”
“Well then, I hope you choose in favor of our little nation up north. If not, then don't stand in the way of the confederation or it will end badly for you. We have use for one another. Information, Donjnir, rules the nations. Your father, I'm sure, would agree with me, though for more material reasons.”
Donjnir tensed, for the second time since leaving Guaire. “Since when has my family been of any concern to me? Or you for that matter?”
The Grand Coordinator raised his eyebrows. “All those who claim the title of Outlaw are my concern.” His gaze moved from Donjnir to the road ahead of him and, flicking his reigns, he moved past Donjnir and on his way. “Tell Torr that I wish to meet with him, and that he is welcome in Bodus Minor.”
Donjnir sat motionless on his horse while both the Grer and his orc guard moved past him and on their way. How did he know so much about me? And what was his purpose in speaking them to me? Might he know something I don't? Finally Donjnir kicked his heels into his horse's side and continued on his way, the clip-clop of his horse's hooves the only sound in the valley other then the gurgling stream.
To be continued...
The build. I honestly really like the rock-work, despite what everyone else said in the WIPs. Don't ask me why, I just like it. The tree design in the back is new to me, and I like it as well, so you can expect it in later builds.
As for the ship... I'll just say I used up all my smaller dk. Tan pieces in this build and didn't have any left over for the roof in back, so you'll have to forgive that. The sail design I'll have to credit Halhi with, since that's where I first discovered it.
And now, some WIP Pics:
Well, this was an interesting build. The rockwork was a new technique for me (the credit goes to Micah the Fire Breathing Hobbit in his MELO R1 build, though I changed it somewhat). And I must thank Drew, Bombin Ben, Halhi, Rease Hawthorne, and Graeme Straugn for their help and criticism during the WIP stage. Thanks guys!
Quoting Medicusquis ~
Where does the spy council have there headquarters?
Their headquarters are in Valdan, a growing town on the East coast of Nerogue, in the Mts of Kord. Hope that helps! (it's not on the main map, so just draw a line from Morthog to the coast, and you should be close). :)
Very well done. I like the story a lot, and your portrayal of Sozo was very well done. The build was good, and I really like the ship, especially the sail. Looking forward to more from this story. Keep it up!
Excellent work here! Nice job on the ship, I love the way that you incorporated all of the arch pieces to give it a very streamlined look. Also, little wonder that you like the rock-work, it is pretty exceptional ;) Great build all around! Keep it up and God bless, ~Promar~