It is a period of civil war. Outlaw soldiers (as well as some Neroguians), striking from a hidden base, have won a decisive victory against the powerful Enalican Empire.
And so on and so forth.
About this creation
Sunlight glared down onto the surface of the desert, bringing with it a ferocious heat like a curtain of fire. No life could be found here; indeed, there was rarely any to be seen at noontime in the plains of Tatoo- ahem- Falmor.
But what was this? A single flash of movement, of cool iron and gold, challenging the blistering climate. A man strolled onto the scene, grinning widely, without a care in the world. The burnished armor of an Enalican officer shon brightly with reflected sunlight, contrasted by a dark head of hair, punctuated by elfin ears.
The man sighed in contentment, refreshed from his brisk stroll from Reedus these few days. Reedus had been very diverting, and his stint with the Enalican army had been enjoyable, but the recent ugly turn of events had forced him to come to the conclusion that it was time to move on.
He stopped as he came upon an ancient log, blackened by some fire in ages past, buried in the sand. Now, while in and of itself a log was nothing new, this particular specimen sported a vibrant pink flower.
His smile widened as he neared the bright growth. Reaching out to finger the delicate petals, he chuckled to himself. This was a particularly meaningful occurrence, especially now; with all the death and anger flung back and forth between the nations, it was truly beautiful to see new life among the ashes. New hope amidst the chaos.
He turned, his heart lifted. Truly, life always triumphed over death, a lesson he had learned well, perhaps better than any other human. It was the perfect sight to see him off on his next journey. Perhaps he would begin anew in Rainos; he had an old friend there he was dying to meet again. Or, rather, he was living in anticipation for it.
So he kept walking.
No fourth wall pictures this time - not that you need them; you can see the whole build in the story pics.
Anyway, this build was mostly a study in more advanced landscaping techniques. Burying a rotten log with inconsistent dimensions at an angle, both vertically and horizontally, is much harder than it looks. Even more difficult is getting the ground to actually look natural, a task I did not quite succeed in.
Nevertheless, I had fun with this build, and even more fun with the story. It's nice to write about a character who isn't constantly drowning in his own misery every once in a while. Also, Armon, yes, this is the same charitable deserter mentioned earlier. Make of him what you will.
Compliments and criticism are, as always, greatly appreciated!