This is my first time taking part in an LCC challenge, and I'm definitely excited to be able to add to the lore of this land. Both of these entries are listed seperately over on flickr, and I do have a few photos of these MOCs taken from different perspectives. I'm not sure what the rules are about posting the stories on here. If I am posting too much, please let me know.
Thanks!LCC GC2 - The Search for the Sword: Part 1
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“ Thus it came to pass that my lord, upon returning from a campaign deep into the southern wilderness of Lenfald, received a challenge from the High King of Roawia. He and his warband had been asked to retrieve the sword that was once in the employ of the legendary King Karlamac for the High King as a symbol to unify the feuding factions of Roawia. Grimslayer, never one to back out of a challenge, summoned his most loyal comrades and left to seek out the sword at once. My lord knew from the legends told by his father’s clan that a tomb lay far in the unforgiving north which contained a sword of untold power. Caring little for the details, Grimslayer and his red-handed band set out on foot with only a map and his ancient folklore to guide them. After days of wandering upon the tundra, Njordson pulled out his map and in scanning the horizon located a far off point in the distance. A rocky spire, cleaving a glacier in twain. That is what his sharp eyes settled upon, and that would be their goal. According to his father’s tale, an ancient and gloomy tomb lay beneath that glacier. The remote tomb was reputedly the final resting place of a revered jotunn warrior from the mist shrouded past. He was of a race of giants that had since passed with the coming of man. Though Karlamac‘s Sword was not a weapon forged of jotunn steel, Grimslayer saw no better hiding place for a sword of such immense power. Besides, even if Duke Wirklich Nervig, the last owner of the blade, had not hidden the sword in the jotunn tomb, the grave would doubtless yield unimaginable treasures and the promise of adventure. So, onward they pushed through the blinding whiteness to the base of the glacier and the promise of a glorious bounty. ”
Mimir, skald of Njordson Grimslayer
~ “The Chronicles of Njord: The Search for Karlamac’s Sword”LCC GC2 - The Search for the Sword: Part 2
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“ The seal to the moldering tomb had been breached some time ago. T’was a promising sign! Njordson Grimslayer, ever the practical north-man, surmised that either bandit raiders had plundered the riches of the tomb long ago, or that the seal had been breached by the errant duke of Lenfald who sought a doom haunted sanctuary for his enchanted blade. The latter more likely, since few outlaws or brigands could survive the harsh conditions of northern Garheim. The Garhim lighted their torches and strode forth into the darkness, Grimslayer confidently leading the way as he and his men left the light of the surface behind. The tomb was little more than a natural cleft in the rock, a crevice where the dead could brood in infinite silence. Then, at the end of the winding and oppressive passage, the tunnel widened out. In the center of this natural cavern sat a grim throne cut from the very bedrock of Garheim, and upon the lonely throne sat a sole occupant. A jotunn warlord, or what remained of him, still clutching his gilded axe and shield. Atop the his decaying brow sat a gleaming helm. Yet, it was what lie before the corpse that caught milord’s eye… a stone table, thrust through by the silvery blade of a two-handed sword! ‘Could this be the great sword of King Karlamac?’ pondered Grimslayer as he lifted his torch toward the stone table to examine the glinting blade. Just then, noises could be heard, movement in the darkness! The rhythmic scraping of bony feet upon cold stone. ‘What evil lurks in the darkness?’ yelled the stout men of Grimslayer’s band, losing their composure in the face of the unknown. ‘What foul and unholy host have we awakened in this place of unnatural darkness?’ Grimslayer steadied his men, knowing that a fight was near. With their swords at the ready, the brave Garhim lashed out at the shadows, their blades crunching bone. Steel on steel, the sparks thrown from the clashing blades eerily illuminated the dank sepulcher. The undead still guarded the tomb of the great jotunn warlord. Even in death, these servants loyally defended their master. Grimslayer and his men fought on, boldly pushing back the specters until none were left to oppose them. Only silence remained to accompany the triumphant Garhim. Then, with little effort or ceremony, Grimslayer removed the blade from the stone table and examined the expert craftsmanship of the ancient sword. ‘T’was this the legendary sword of King Karlamac or merely some imposter?’ Grimslayer and his men took the sword and a few other treasures from the tomb, and respectfully acknowledged their fallen brothers. It was decided that the time had come to return to the land of the living. Leaving the pit of death behind him, Njordson Grimslayer and his warband trekked back home across the wind swept snowy plain, glad to once more be bathed in the light of the sun. More adventures surely lay ahead, but these are a story for another time. ”
Mimir, skald of Njordson Grimslayer
~ “The Chronicles of Njord: The Search for Karlamac’s Sword”
Glory to Garheim!