Community Contests Results

[Dizzy771 900]

Community Contest Results

 

First of all I would like to apologize for the large delay in getting the results out as I had unfortunately come across several IRL circumstances that prevented me from completing the judging.

 

That being said, the results of the contests!

 

Artists Contest: Map Maker

 

 

 

Unfortunately we only had 2 submissions for the map making contest, but they were both wonderful submissions

First place: Keem
http://orig07.deviantart.net/721d/f/2016/163/a/5/vailorborders_by_demonessie-da5zc4u.png

 
http://orig15.deviantart.net/f8eb/f/2016/163/e/0/vailor_by_demonessie-da5zc7s.png


Second place: Deminisher
http://vailor.netai.net/

 
 

 

 

Skin Makers Contest: Mythical Monsters

 

 

 

First place: Wud (Troll)

https://i.gyazo.com/b78a6589c345c86debd8372f9c29369b.png

Second place: Dropkoala (Cyclops and Minotaur)

https://i.gyazo.com/d490e640c784e6c0bbda5466ec1a7171.png

https://gyazo.com/1530f82544711cd59b84f8d348eef898


Third place: Knightly11 (Boggen)

https://i.gyazo.com/0ac2656944699998a8dc90d77fb314ea.png

 
 

 

 

Builders Contest: Workshops

 

 

 
First place: Arctic guard (Blacksmith)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HChEXa5Zn6M


Second place: Nick0911 (Bakery and Desert Blacksmith)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ylQabiDY2g&feature=youtu.be

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWfi06oS5yc

Third place: Cpt_Noobman (Alchemist lab)

http://imgur.com/a/kok3c

 

 

Writers Contest: The First Rush

 

 

 

First place: Wud

 

 

 

Particulate of the surrounding terrain flew into the humid, stuffy atmosphere harshly pricking at any whom - other than the amplitude of dissimilar coloured dwellers - dared enter the desolation. Up the gravel path and down the coarse junction a valiant scene met one's eyes: A triad of plateau's grouped together and yoked by shoddily-appearing, yet somewhat frightening drift-wood walkways. The clatter of resilient toiling was immediately apparent, as was the sight of it; multiple finely toned, broad orks stood either hunched over some kind of crafting implement, or discussing their raid tales by the flickering bonfire. There, the gargantuan knuckleheaded behemoth, the biggest of the gathering stood, his countenance fixed in his usual uffish, aloof fashion. Atop his head was grimy, yellow-stained Chef’s cap with an arrow speared through it. Most of the frills and ecorations of the headpiece were missing from bygone engagements. Grubgoth Wud, the name of this monstrous beast, was operating a spit slowly, every so often tossing a handful of shredded wood elf meat (For saltiness) and a mixture of herbs-and-spices onto a roasting Voruhk bird to flavour it finely.

 

Slowly through the palpable gateway a goblin of shorter-than-average stature advanced. In hand was a short dagger, and draped over his small form was a mere leather tunic and a few cloth rags. It was Ozog, an undisciplined and ignorant goblin whom was otherwise uneducated in ork culture. His face furrowed into one of cheeky malice and he waited no longer than a few moments to taunt the Shaman Nurena’Yar and a few other orks. She simply scowled a flicked him away with an abrupt ripple of her wrist. But he continued, throwing offensive slurs and gestures in her direction. She growled, turning to Wud with an expression as if stating “Get rid of him.” The fairly dull-witted olog obliged and abandoned the roasting game. He slowly raised his brick-akin fists. “wUd kLomp!” He grumbled, his expression lightening slightly at the thought of some excitement. The fool of a goblin chuckled, raising his stubby arms, and small fists. He fully believed he could cause injury and win a klomp against a gigantic, red olog!

 

The portly gobo charged! As did Wud, the crimson leviathan. He galumphed forth, maw agape, a sickening fear inducing roar drifting out from his mandible like a vicious gust. The dyad met in the centre, and Wud executed his first offensive; a powerfully driven slug that- if successfully executed- would have knocked him out cold! Instead, the goblin contrived somehow to dodge the oncoming truckload of fist, unusually contorting his body into tuck thus bringing himself  to frontflip over Wud’s gigantic balled hand. Of course, what comes up, must come down, and so did he! The goblin sunk through the air just about managing to form a grasp around the beast's neck prior to his frame slamming into the baked ground. The little green belligerent continued in his sally upon Wud, launching a maul-alike attack wherein the goblin, which could be described as almost similar to a gremlin, violently scratched at Wuds fatty neck.

 

Alas! The blubber surrounding the mighty Grubgoths neck was far too viscous for the goblin to penetrate and Wud calmly retained his composure, the same standoffish expression fixed to his flabby face. The goblin eventually realized the futility of his attempt and he glared, now somewhat anxiously, up to the behemoth, who simply stared back. The orks surrounding them fell silent and a sombre tone hung about the Orkish wasteland. Wud gave a final blink, almost a warning to the inevitable fate the goblin was soon to receive. With that, the olog allowed himself to fall face first, Ozog giving no attempt to jump down or scurry away, but alternatively grimaced as Wuds almost eight-hundred pound body hit the baking hot sediment below, the  disobedient goblin beneath him. His destiny was sealed. He had been refined to nothing more than a horribly mutilated pinkish bloody counterpart of his former self. This became apparent when Wud rolled over, and half of what was Ozog still clung to his sagging red belly!
 

 

 

 

Second place: Greener161

 

 

My first 30 minutes of playing on the server as I joined back 5 years ago in Aegis. Through the eyes of my first character Bowrim a simple aspiring human.

My eyes slowly open. I blink a few times to ensure myself of my existence in the land. A sudden gush of wind passes over my still cold body. My eyes widen to its peak as he raises myself to a staggered stance weeping side to side as I venture forth into the room before me. A few hushed and robed figures look towards me. I sigh “Seems I’ve been healed… by the monks” I mutter to myself. I limp to the left dipping my hands in the warm water reading the pool of life. My back begins to burnt I gaze over my shoulder to the viscous lava pouring down into another basin, the pool of death. Seems I've cheated death again. I make my way up the steps walking past the odd human. At the top of the temple I look down a hideous horrific tall monster of some sort. Massive tusks and ripped muscles, I gulp as I descend towards it. It grunts looking at me “Wot latz lukk at ‘umie!” Struggling to understand I hastily run off in a random direction.

Luckily I find myself upon the Kings Road. The full moon illuminates the stone path leading around a forest. As I venture forth I take my time to look upon the towers of Aemon and Daemon. They loomed high above the road, the harsh desert past them to the brutish orcish land. I quickly ensured myself I was not heading to that land anytime soon. I heard rumours of these towers, dungeons of some sort below them, honestly I had no clue. Suddenly I was shoved forward, a group of stout men charged past me “Watc’ it ‘uman!” Clad in armour they marched off down the road, their merry songs of war chanting off into the distance.

The next day I found myself within Kramoroe a small trading merchant outpost on the Kings Road. I took it upon myself to buy a fine steel longsword with the scraps of money left within my pouch. Excited by the prospect of owning I sword I started swinging it about with notice or care of people around me. A clack of sword hitting steel ringed through the streets. I looked behind myself my sword within the gauntlet of a knight. “Errmm,” shocked unable to speak I just looked up in guilt. A small chuckle radiated from under the knight’s helm. “A fighter hmm… head to Al’Khazar the Oren guard are looking for new recruits.” Unable still to speak I just smiled awkwardly.

The bustling sound of merchants and townsfolk grew louder. Upon the top of the trees I could see the tall walls of Al’Khazar. Safety at last I thought to myself, no fear of bandits. A loud crack of thunderous lightning darted to the floor. A tremendous bang of explosions. I dropped my sword grabbing my ears, them ringing from the lightning strike. “Arrrrgh!” dazed and disoriented from the sound I struggled to pick my sword off from the floor. I continue around the bend of the road, the sky began to darken, a thick haze of streaks of lightning  within the clouds. An eerie time as lightning danced in the sky but everything was silent…

Before me in front of the gates to Al’Khazar a shadowy robed figure sprawled out from smoke. The faint cackle of laughter. People started screaming running past me barging into me. Knocked back and bruised by the onslaught of people running for their lives it seemed I just watched as this beast summon monsters from the ground. The stone path itself and dirt cracked and shifted aside devilious creatures rising out from the floor. I stood in fear, plain fear, a drop of sweat poured down the side of my cheek. I looked in horror as the monsters began to devour the townsfolk and the hooded figure emitted lightning from his hands smashing it against the wall, it cracking and breaking.

A horn echoed from behind me, I glanced over my shoulder a group of men, tabards of a flaming sword, heroically charged past me. “Come on men! Let the undead have it!” one shouted I just continued to stand there and watched as this men even in their heroics were ripped apart. Then I ran and just kept running.

 

 

Third place: TheMostGinger

 

 

"The Eagle's Escape"

By: TheMostGinger



 

Gwyn Warlai was bewildered by the glamour of the Imperial Palace as she was escorted through it's gate and back into the bustling city of Felsen. She had just been accepted as a handmaiden to Princess Eleanor Horen, and to her, that was a dream come true in every sense of the phrase. She had been risen a rank, she had been noticed by the Horen Dynasty as someone to have around, to serve them faithfully. Gwyn quietly giggled with excitement as she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and began her walk home. The square was busy tonight, all the candles lit and the merchants out. One man tried to offer her some potatoes, which she humbly declined, another tried offering her a bolt of fine silk. Pushing her way through cliques of people, she reached the passage that led to her part of the city, The Gold District. The Gold District of Felsen was known throughout the city as the richest area in the city, the place where only the most powerful could live. The day Gwyn had purchased her home in that area, the Maer had offered it to her for a cheaper price because of her beauty, which she blushed and kindly accepted. It had two floors, with a finely-sized common room and a large bedroom. The windows were of the purest glass, the floors made of polished oak wood. Gwyn's heart fluttered at the thought of it, and she hurried up the path so that she could snuggle up in her new home and ready herself for her new position on the morrow.

 

As she passed Saint Daniel's Church, just a few minutes from her home, she noticed two figures leaning against the Lorraine statue erected outside. She paused to get a better look, but the night swallowed them like the sea swallowed a boat. They were looking at her, she could tell, but she could still not see even a set of eyes. "You there, what are you doing over there," Gwyn called out. The figures stood still at first, still aimed in her direction, but then they stirred and began stepping towards her. Gwyn shuddered, reaching to pull the hood even more around her small face. "Gentlemen, I asked you a question. Who are you, and why do you loiter in front of this holy place?" One of the men, the shorter one, chuckled. The other answered her in a gruff voice, "We await you, m'lady." They both began to laugh then, creeping towards her. Gwyn began to step back, but they only inched closer and closer. "Keep away! I serve the Emperor!" They ignored that and still crept closer. Gwyn shot a glance over to the road home, but thought against it. They will follow me, she thought, they will discover where I live. "We were sent here, paid to find ye," The taller one said, "Sent to kill ye, Aye." Gwyn whirled around as he spoke, trying to sprint away as fast as she could. Her hood fell from her head, her red locks billowing in the breeze she was creating. She heard the men in pursuit of her, but she kept running. She turned a corner, down a winding street, and hid behind a half-broken wall. Gwyn huffed and wheezed, trying to catch her breath. Who wants me dead? Thinking she had lost the assassins, she turned slowly to try and retreat home. Her heart stopped as she turned, the tall man looming over her like a castle tower. He grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her against a wall and bringing a dagger to her throat. "I was paid to kill ye, Aye, I was. And now I get meh pay, little laddeh." He began to press gently into her throat, Gwyn trying to cry out for anyone, for anything. In her distress, she glanced over to the wall she had been hiding behind, and eyed a loosed brick lying just a few inches from her. As he drew closer, to finish his task, she kicked him between the legs, to which he stumbled away, yelling out in pain. Why men hurt there, I  do not know. Gwyn bent down in haste and grasped the brick, flinging it with what little arm strength she had at the man's head. All she heard was a loud crack as she fled the scene, her cape billowing behind her.

 

Tears streamed down her face as she finally arrived at her door, fumbling with the key to unlock her door. She made sure to bolt the oaken slab before sliding down it's face, sobbing and weeping quietly. Who could want me dead? Who have I angered? Her heart was pounding, now her face was a mix of mud, dust, and tears. Who am I, to be hunted? I am just a handmaiden. Deep inside of her, a anger began to form. She rose slowly, her face scrunching up in pure fury and heat. She walked over to her table and pounded on her dining room table, screaming and yelling in sentences that could not be understood by any human person. I am an Eagle, and Eagles rule the skies! She shuddered in her madness, and wiped her face on her sleeve. It was still night outside, the room was mostly dark except for the candle on her table. She slid a cushioned chair out  and plopped down into it, sliding the candle holder closer to her. I will kill those men. Or they will kill me......or they won't. Gwyn, in her worry, madness, or anger, produced a wicked grin that could have out-shown even the vilest of murderers. That is what I will do. I shall play them...and I shall play death. She blew out the candle's flame with a light breath, the last things to be seen in the vanishing light being Gwyn's bright blue eyes and that wicked grin, which almost had an echo of it's own as it faded into the black.

 

(ooc:)

I hope you enjoyed my entry! Let me know what you think! ^__^ Oh, and to clarify, Gwyn's personal badge was a golden Eagle, which is why the reference is made in the short story!
 

 

 

 

 

Thanks everyone for all the wonderful submissions. I’ll get into contact with the winners once I have the prizes to hand out.

 

[Wrynn 1349]

Wooo! Congratulations to all the winners, and also everyone else who participated! :)

[Daisy 9735]

Congratz guys! All looks great!

[Greener 687]

Hell yeaaaa

[Silent™ 552]

Cool beanz.

[idiot 502]

Congrats 

[Lotoke 25]

Congrats to the winners!

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

those builds r real good

[Kim 1328]

Can i wait for my prize till 5.0???

 

also congrats to all the winnrs!

[HedgeHug 2049]

tfw the banned one wins 2 contests. Unban my n-word Wud @Grubgoth Wud

[herculean_wud 3662]

hot damn

[Kim 1328]

i hate to be the one that asks but...? :'(

@Dizzy771