Here's something I cooked up last night and perfected today. Spent like 2 hours this afternoon to make it 'perfect'. A little house, MOC and story.
by «†Knight~Man†» (also The_Creator)
, on Flickr
More pictures of the interior and exterior can be found on my Flickr
Prelude:Far up in the northern lands of Alona there lived a man whom no one knew his name but was commonly referred to as 'the hunter' for his ability to track and find game(Excess of which he sold in the nearest town of Yapata). He was a non-sociable man somewhere in his 30's no one talked to him even on his occasional trips to buy supplies. No one was really sure when exactly he built his house or moved in but they say he had been there around 15 years and that his father at one point also lived with him but no one was really sure what happened to him even though many rumors were told.
Story:His real name was Gialenta he was born and spent the first five years of his life in the forests of central Alona. He grew up without a mother as she had died in childbirth when as he was born. He was taught by his father from a very young age how to hunt, skin, and store game of all types. When he was about five years of age war broke out between the southern and central tribes. His father not wanting his young son involved in the horror war ay such a young age, moved to the north where there had been peace for decades. There he built a small house and raised his son till manhood then one snowy night when out hunt ,while his son slept, was ambushed by someone or something and never seen again. When his son found where the skirmish had taken place he found carve in the nearest tree the words "не следуйте" meaning "Don't follow"(Yes, that's Russian but it looks cool. ). His father had told him that there might be a day when he would be taken and told him not to follow, even though Gialenta didn't expect it so soon, he still heeded the words and lived and hunted there for many years until one day when searching for a lost coin found a book, and in this book was a map. He knew neither from whence this map came nor whom ihad written it but guessed his father hide it there in case of emergency. He puzzled over the map many late nights but could not understand its meaning.
In this MOC:Set sometime in March. Today he is going out to fetch a bucket of fresh water for tea and brought along his short sword in case he happened upon some slow game.
I'm far from being good at writing but I thought I'd try to do a little for this MOC. I have a bad feeling this may turn into a series of MOCs and stories...
Sorry for the fuzz on the MOC, that stuff just won't keep itself off no matter how much I wipe it... and I still can't seem to get good pictures.
Also, Comments and Criticism welcome.