Hello, me again.
Having realized that I have hit a dead end with the Kingdom of Lasharron and that it wasn't that great to begin with, I have started a new Lego story. It may or may not reach completion; I almost never finish my stories. The only one I can think of was a script for a movie me and a friend were making (and we didn't finish the movie
). But anyway, this story will be sort of like the old roleplay- that is, it has the Bulls, the Royal Knights, the Black Falcons, the Vikings, etc. The world is the same one on the map in my Brickshelf folder (it can be found here: http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=176473
). Established Lego characters like Weezil, Danju, Princess Storm, Majisto, and Basil Batlord will appear, along with original characters like Skrza, Halfdan, and Gwyto (no, you will have to wait to find out who they are
). Any way, here is the text of the first chapter (all I've got so far), just so you gus can get an idea of it and tell me if I should post anymore. Here goes:
CHAPTER ONE: BAD NEWS
King Leo was getting old, but his mind was no sharper than it had been when he became king of the Lions fifteen years ago. Since then he had waged war against the Bulls, captured a Fright Knight colony to the north, made peace with both nations, and brought peace and prosperity to his lands. His senses were no duller either. He heard the running feet of the messenger coming up the hall to the throne room. Judging by the clinking mail, it was young Skrza. Leo was rather fond of Skrza; the guard was a good fighter with his broadsword, although he would not comply with the Lion's uniform and stuck with his old Classic Legoland suit. At last Skrza burst in. He wore a flared bullet helm and scale mail.
"Your Majesty!" he said, breathless, "There's a Viking outside and he wants to talk to you!"
Leo was quite surprised by this, as the Vikings did not ally with any other kingdoms. He nodded to his lovely wife, Leonora, to leave; Vikings got very violent very easily. His daughter Storm remained, a cold, impassive figure with bright red hair, a mace slung across her back and a cutlass in her belt. Leo turned back to Skrza.
"Send him in- with an escort, of course." Skrza nodded and left.
Skrza returned several minutes later, with the knight John of Mayne. They flanked a burly minifig; this was clearly the Viking. Storm drew her weapons, but there was no need; the Viking actually bowed. He fumbled for words, as though unused to English.
"Your Highness, uh, I bring..." he thought for a moment- "grave-yes, (that)' it- news."
"Well, what is your news, Sir Viking?"
This seemed to give the Viking confidence, as he spoke more clearly.
"I am an oarsman on de ship Jormungand," he said, "ve vere sailing north from a raid on Port Tauros- sorry- und ve vere attacked. Our attackers were also going north. I believe dey may haff been going to attack your northern territory."
"And what makes you say that, Viking?" Storm asked bluntly.
The Viking turned to her. " Dey vere burning a Lions flag. Und my name is Halfdan Rootfury, if you don't mind."
Storm was about to retort, but Leo interrupted. "You'll have to excuse my daughter, she can be a bit blunt at times. Now, do you have any suggetions as to what we should do?"
"You should send an army. Dat much is obvious."
Leo shook his head. "We cannot spare the army; not with the Dragon Masters threatening war."
"Then send me."
All eyes turned to the speaker: Princess Storm.
"I can handle anything," she boasted.
"Yes, the funerals after the last tournament proved that," Leo said sternly. "A party will go. You will not be part of it."
Storm was about to protest, but Skrza interupted. "Your Majesty, perhaps it would be good for your daughter; perhaps if she saw more of Karbaddon, she would settle down a bit?" Skrza wasn't quite sure why he said this; maybe because he had a feeling he would be in this party and wanted good fighters around; maybe because he wanted to stay on Storm's good side so she wouldn't use him for archery practice.
"Hmm, you may be right," Leo mused, "Yes. indeed. John, take Mr. Rootfury to the armory and let him choose a weapon. Skrza, tell the chef to prepare food for the journey, then fetch Richard. You leave in a weeks time!"
So that's it. What do you think? Also, would it be okay if I made small references to the Chronicles of Ikros, like expressions ("By Xanath's beard!" "What in the name of Ulmerad..." etc.) or mentioning Kahlan on a map or something? Just wondering.