Grubby vs Flash MLG Dallas Cheerful

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I found out that icon_p_smnl Grubby will be squaring off vs icon_t_smkr Flash in the first casted match of favicon_32 MLG Dallas – Summer Championship happening tomorrow! The Warcraft 3 legend and Starcraft 2 titan squaring off inspired me to sketch up a little cheerful for them. I’m cheering for Grubby, of course but I wish the best of luck to both players. Somewhat selfishly I hope that it will be one of the most devastating spectacles of Terran mechanized battle bombardment thundering against the devote zen psi-shielding of the focused Protoss as they lighten the field with their searing storms.

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Grubby – How’s the Weather?

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Weather the Storm by Joshua Keyes

Art and story by Joshua Keyes

In the Line of Duty

Tyrl Stonevelt let the cool water flow freely from his canteen, washing away a bit of his weariness, along with his thirst. After taking his fill, the burly red haired man refastened his ample canteen in its proper place while reaching for his familiar helmet. The protective piece slid over his long locks smoothly, settling into place. Eager to continue his scouting assignment Stonevelt was quickly on his way moments after a check of his gear. The sturdy man was just beginning to feel the weight of his worn armor as the sun began to wane, its rays filtered through the canopy of foliage projecting shapes of light that danced across the dense forest floor. The stamina of the footman had been tested countless times before and this test would prove no different.

Tyrl’s ice blue eyes scanned high to low and side to side during his swift and surprisingly silent traverse of the woodland paths. The veteran’s tracking skills were second to no other in his unit, thus he was chosen for this particular mission. Though the task was one of simple reconnaissance, the armored, stout, Goldshirman’s warrior spirit would rather him back at camp aiding in its continued defense. Setting up a second encampment, before the first was as secure as it should, was always risky business. An able enemy could find many ways to capitalize on the alliance’s abnormally permeable defense. Tyrl could not discount the logistical gains of the move, though. The line of thought served to remind him of just how important his current duty truly was. To fail or tarry was to put his fellow men’s lives in an unsettling balance. The conscientious warrior redoubled his effort and resolve.

Moments later the man suddenly stiffened his step, becoming as still as a slumbering gargoyle in the blink of an eye. Something caught his keen attention, perhaps it was a faint sound or the absence of the ambient hum of the forest life. Tyrl forced his breathing to a shallow steady rhythm and brought his focus to his sharp senses. The summer breeze suddenly felt less soothing, bringing about a chill to his sweat laden spine. He was rewarded almost instantly for his discipline as the distinct sound of ringing metal faintly carried from the west.

Judging by the shouts that followed, Tyrl estimated a small skirmish was taking place not far from his own position. Quickly he moved toward the commotion minding to keep covered from any adversary’s cautious eye. Spotting a clearing just ahead at the base of a hill, the scout’s step hastened, driven by the surge of adrenaline rushing through his veins. A grove of vegetation provided an excellent perch to observe the large clearing ahead.

Careful to not skyline himself, Tyrl swiftly crawled on all fours to the edge. Any lesser warrior might have looked foolish, clumsily dragging the bulky armor and Lordaeron crested shield across the forest soil, but Corporal Stonevelt accomplished the task with the fluidity and grace of a prowling lion.

Below the shallow ridge Tyrl took note of an augmented squad of soldiers engaged in a small skirmish with a group of creatures. The handful of militia provisions was a meager addition, but leading the charge was a richly robed deceptively frail looking man and his distinguished white mare. The beautiful animal could easily be marked as one that accompanied only the highest order of the Magi. The well trained war-horse expertly positioned itself as the formidable caster conjured a ball of intense flame from his staff, shooting it with amazing accuracy into the brawling group of men and goblin kin. One ogre was felled already, as well as numerous trolls, but one stubborn brute of a beast fought on, blind to his impending doom.

The men below fought well, coordinating their movements expertly, reacting quickly to the mounted mage’s battle commands. As confident in his men’s and his own abilities, he was sure that Maeridawn King O’er the Mountain would not be pleased with these events. The trusted commander was busy enough overseeing dual camp construction and preparation for the arrival of a paladin, without having to contend with the bombardments of an enemy so skilled vying for control of this particular region.

A cold wash of fear flushed abruptly through his body as he turned his attention back to the scene, the Mage had somehow spotted him! Damn! Tyrl thought as the scout sprang from his cover and stumbled back from view. His mind began rushing through the possible implications as well as the proper recourse. By some incantation or spell of detection, his position must have been revealed. How was not as important, the fighter knew, it was when that worried him. Powerful the mage was indeed, and ever more intimidating it was as if the enemy had mind enough to sense his presence whilst engaging in battle.

Throwing the thoughts aside, the found scout turned and sprinted back the way he came. The enemy surely could not catch the spry warrior in the forest, so long as the Mage had sensed the spy until after his bout with the Ogres. Tyrl’s confidence quickly diminished when the temperature dropped significantly and the whole of the forest seem to darken around him.

Or over him! A giant fist pounded in from behind, and only the honed instincts of the veteran saved him then. Diving straight forward, springing up from a roll, and fluidly reaching for his battle armaments, the corporal quickly found his footing and squared off against the brutal assailant.

The summoned elemental loomed over him, tons of water, through some art of arcane power, was suspended in a humanoid form glowered at Tyrl. The monstrosity, at least three times his size, came after Stonevield with the urgency of a cascading river relentlessly sweeping down a mountainside in its quest to return to the vast ocean.

Bringing to bear his lion crested shield and setting firm, the warrior braced himself. The shear weight of the creature’s aquatic missile could crush the man if it came at him with enough velocity and force. Without proper positioning and shielding, it would be a quick but painful end.

Though he had helped take down many of these elemental summons in his time, he had never done it alone. The fact that he was quite outmatched hit him just as hard as the spray that violently slammed into his shield. The water rushed pass him with such force that it tore at any exposed skin, stinging staunchly as it blasted past. Though he weathered the lethal gush, thanks largely to his expertly forged shield, the blast numbed the man, bring him to his knees.

The magical beast’s victorious roar sounded as mighty as the ocean itself. Taking the small opening afforded to him, Tyrl sprang with all the force his taunt muscles could muster. The kneeling position offered maximum recoil for the bold attack, and he brought all he had to bear smashing into the elemental. The shield bash, as futile as the footman thought it would be, caused the contained aquatic abomination to falter. Tyrl concluded that its magic was weak before it even began this bout. Perhaps most of its power was exhausted in another skirmish, either way it was the only glimmer of hope in the bleak situation.

That hope, as well as a good deal of the man’s ribs shattered when a tremendous arm crashed into the corporal’s side. The force launched the dedicated soldier several yards before crashing into the trunk of an unyielding redwood. Tyrl collapsed at the tree’s base with the wind knocked from him. Blood flowed freely from numerous wounds that persistently burned painfully all about his wrecked body.

The battered man could only manage to pull his knees under him. Deciding that he would die with honor Tyrl Stonevelt forced away what he knew would be the last few moments of pain in this world, so that he might find the strength to face the thing that would be his end.

Eagerly willing to oblige the cold arcane creation, who had apparently closed the distance in the time it took Tyrl to raise himself to his knees, reached back its animated arms behind its head for a lethal haymaker. The arms fell and…

…Crack! Came a sound that took Tyrl a moment to realize wasn’t his own bones, but that of a dwarvish rifle! The elemental arched and roared in apparent pain. Crack! Crack! Came successive shots, the last of which broke straight through the arcane barrier that had somehow allowed the titan to retain its form. The thing’s bracers which had flared with power deteriorated almost instantly, as if thousands of years of decay came about the bindings in merely a fraction of a second, turning them to dust. The tons of water that made up the summon sloshed to the ground, washing away the vegetation carpeting the forest and coming to rest as a large muddy puddle before the bloody Tyrl.

Though the nemesis was vanquished, Tyrl knew he would soon fade. But before he could lose himself to the dark abyss that closed in all around him, he heard the clear resounding voice of a man that sounded so very familiar, yet Tyrl was sure he could not have ever heard before. Just as the voice’s commanding song came to a crescendo, a blast of light washed over Tyrl’s body, vanquishing the threatening darkness and warming his cold body. The wounds that had before burned now tingled with soothing warmth and were gone.

Lost in amazement and still kneeling, though now thigh deep in muddy water, Tyrl felt a hearty slap on his shoulder. The firm hand quickly pulled him up with a gentle strength to his feet. A smiling man with a chiseled, rough bearded face, and soft comforting blue eyes stared back through him.

With a spirited wink, and a slight chuckle, the paladin informed the corporal, “So long as you choose the light, no darkness will have ya!”

-God bless, Raihn aka Joshua Keyes

© 2007 Joshua Keyes

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WCR Art Feature: Snoel

Hello all! Merry Christmas, and happy holidays! Wow, what great times we are living in! The Warcraft scene continues to grow and grow. Watching the Season IV live feeds was a real treat. As usual, bunny did a great job casting, and everything looked really awesome! It’s great to see the community grow, and the friendly competition generate such good times and awesome entertainment. I look forward to the day I can turn on the TV (here in the states) and watch Warcraft tournaments on the weekends. It will happen, I know it!

Things, of course have been pretty crazy for me. Moving, school, getting sick, working two jobs, etc.. etc. I am please to say that I got my first art commission. I am working to help create illustrations for a board game that is in development. Getting paid to do something that you love is pretty fulfilling. It has been the dream of mine ever since I was in middle school to go to college and one day become talented enough that some one would actually be willing to pay for my work. It seems that through all the obstacles of life, I have begun to realize my dreams. In the end all the challenges that are thrown our way in life help us grow and become stronger and better people. So life, come at me!

I wish you all a happy New Years! It of course is the time to make resolutions and such. Mine is to produce more art features for you all, just so long as you enjoy them. I’m looking forward to what is in store for us in the community! Gaming is getting bigger and bigger everyday and the great staff here at keep bringing us all the up to date action and coverage! Big thanks to all the staff members who keep this place running, I love coming here and watching audios, reading interviews, catching up on the news, and of course watching the great selection of replays.

Subject: Winter has come to battle torn, yet somehow still vibrate lands of Lordaeron, and with it comes that wonder and magic of a land covered in freshly fallen snow. This time can indeed bring a cold that bites as fiercely as Frostmorne but, with it also comes the great love and warmth of kind hearts.

It is in this time the stout dwarves celebrate in their mountain homes. Keeping close to the forge they share great tails of adventure and victory, as well sharing, of course, more than a mug or two of their powerful brew. Indeed, on the occasion that a Pandaren Brewmaster is among them, the celebrations raise in level to that of great festivals!

Amongst those enjoying the winter season, Jaina finds especially fun the construction of her renowned snow elementals. Since she was but a lass, the famed archmage has constructed the most amusing snowmen in all of Azeroth. Using some recently dealt with treant, Jaina polishes off this year’s exceptional snow elemental appropriately christening him Snoel.

The Nightelves, as well as the Blood elves, though school as they are in the way of magic, are still unable to pin the exact source of the unquestionable enchantment this time brings. They know, as do we all, that it has to do with the untaintable magic of love.

Reason: Celebration.

Name: Snoel, should quite obviously is a combination between snow and noel. My girlfriend named the Snow Element Snoel, and I thought it was quite cute and appropriate to name the whole piece as such. Thank you sweety!
Thanks again go out to nShadowsong for being so awesome and supportive. My features have greatly improved with your talented eye for improvement, you rock! Thanks again to all the staff that keep my favorite website alive and well! And to those of you who trust in my ability to be successful! Oh and after being staff for a long time, I finally created a staff profile , if anyone is interested in checking it out. I will keep do my best to keep it updated with links to all the work I do here at WCreplays.

-God bless, Raihn

© 2006 Joshua Keyes

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WCR Art Feature: Painseeker

Welcome to yet another Art of War from good ol’ WCreplays and yours truly, Raihn. Lots of life changing stuff happened to me since my last feature, and all of it seems to be turning out for the best. Praise the Lord for all the blessings I have received, amen. This feature comes at you much quicker because, for one, it wasn’t going to be a feature, and two, I am off from school for about two months, (one left). I hope you all enjoy, and love chilling at WCreplays just as much as I do

Subject: “sniff, sniff” This mangy creature takes in the scent of the wood around him, somehow it is able to filter out it’s own unsavory odor and recognize something out of place. The beast issues a low growl that leaves no doubt that this humanoid is more feral than anything else. Something, it realizes, has invaded his territory.

It’s tatter and matted fur stands on end as lean muscles tense up. The gnoll springs powerfully forward as it finds the scent coming down wind; he can almost taste the invader’s warm meat mashing between its cruel fangs. The creature moves quicker and quicker, abandoning almost all caution as the teasing cent drives him beyond any thought but that of the kill.

A shuffle from the side reveals the prey, completely unaware of the readied hunter. The unbalanced and obviously frightened man-thing fumbles its rusty axe with more than a little discomfort. The day of scouting has been a rough one for the un-expecting militia-man, and his fate seems to have darker roads lined up for him before the day is done. The hunter wastes little time in pouncing the ignorant prey. For tonight, at least the Gnoll will eat well indeed…

Reason:This is originally an avatar for Painseeker, so, the whole idea is relative to his name/nick.

Name: Painseeker. Unfortunately, our furry friends are really there for us to take out a little aggression, get some experience and items. These guys are abused, and have little hope of winning any battles verse any decent player. But, they keep coming on anyways, giving us a little bit of joy at a time. Hearing them squeal when they die is a particular joy of mine. None the less, you must give them some respect for taking it, even if they can’t always dish it.
Special thanks go out to my professional critic, you know who you are. Also to Painseeker for all the fun at karaoke, this one is for you bro. Thanks go out to Kross for liking this one ;P Of course, I can’t say enough about how awsome the WCreplays staff are, as well as the site guests. Take care all gl hf, now go out and own some gnolls.

-God bless, Raihn

© 2006 Joshua Keyes

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WCR Art Feature: Seige

Holy crap it’s been a long time since I have put out a feature! I can only repent and ask forgiveness. Indeed, I was put out of commission all of last semester, I erred in the ways of selecting classes. Word to the wise, don’t take the three toughest and most time consuming art classes at your college at the same time!
This feature took quite a long time. Much longer than some others due to the technical issues. I used some perspective! Pretty fun stuff, but quite time consuming, as you will see in my replay. I hope you all will enjoy it. I am sure that some Orc players will enjoy the idea of marching into a human base and causing havoc. Must be on the time top ten list of “favorite things to do with the Orc” race. Oh the pain for the Humans.

Subject: “FOR THE HORDE!” The Chieftain bellows form the depths of his savage soul, commanding his brethren forward to illustrious victory. The demolishers are pressed forward, though their lumber creeks defiantly in their crude design, these tools of destruction are on the path to sate the thirst of their driver’s ravenous desires.

Every beast has his place, be it the battle engineer, hastily constructing offensive positions, or be it the tauren warrior, savagely holding the front lines with their sheer might. As one they move with purpose. Grunts shout orders to their subordinates unendingly. Utterly dedication to their war chief, they ensure all is being carried out as instructed. The clan can not tolerate defeat!

The Human’s camp is not far, and even though the site of their carefully constructed buildings is one worthy of respect, as well the horde’s skill of destroying such buildings is no less impressive. The siege is an art, an art few other than the furious horde have so fully master.

Reason:This started out as an assignment for my perspective class. I was to demonstration the use of proper Uphill perspective by including a road, buildings, a four wheeled vehicle, and a two wheeled vehicle, as well as people. Of course, I couldn’t just through some regular buildings and people in it, especially when I had a chance to render some fun warcraft scene. So there you have it, after layers and layers of tracing paper used to frame the buildings, some rendering and coloring, mission complete.

Name: “Siege” what else would they be doing, going to a tea party?

Next time: My goal for next time is to simply have a feature out WAY faster than this time.

Thanks to those who don’t throw rotten vegetable at the screen because that poser, Raihn, is still posting. I hope to have a new feature out sooner than later, and it will perhaps not be as complicated, but hopefully it will be as enjoyable.

P.S. Thanks go to bunny, for not killing me.

-God bless, Raihn

© 2006 Joshua Keyes

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WCR Art Feature: Tremble Before Me

Well guys, here is a left over treat from Halloween. I hope you all enjoy the work put into the feature. College has definitely been a help. I have been applying what I learn in my classes to my Art of War, and I hope that it shows. The thing is, now I want to go back and redo just about all my other features. I would appreciate some feed back, would you all enjoy me going back and fixing some of that crappy coloring that I did on the old Art of War. I thought perhaps every tenth feature I would spend some time going back and updating the old features.

Subject: The mud flows red with the blood of Orcish warriors, the opposing clan fiercely presses in, and Magis Coldeye is out of options. Too wary of the overwhelming demonic power, the Far Seer has refused to call upon the forces of chaos for many seasons. But tonight that oath, made long ago, will be broken.

Scrawling the runes with perfect precision, Magis’ begins to ready himself. He knows not what demon will eagerly trespass through the planar crack he intends to create. Magis knows well that the perversion of nature that comes forth from the portal may indeed sway the tide of the battling clans. But first, the ancient shaman must dominate the demon’s burning will, or be destroyed.

Violently the ground shakes and the runic symbols strobe intensely. The energy implodes surrounding the area in absolute darkness; such is the power of the vortex, for it consumes even the energy of light. Quickly, Magis must stem the flood of fear that threatens to drown him. Though the darkness has yet to abstain, all know the terrible voice of Gogonash ,

“what is your feeble request ?”

Reason: Even before I sat in the crowd at BlizzCon (yes I went to BlizzCon!! Thank you bunny, you rock!!) I began work on the Pitlord. This hero is perfect for some Halloween fun, also, I just love playing him, even as Human. When Evil V pumped out a “Pimplord” audio and I knew exactly what feature eight would be.

Name: “Tremble Before Me” Come on, this guy is just scary. Am I right?

Next time: Dota unit next time?? What do you all think?

In closing, I would just like to say that the players that I met at BlizzCon are absolutely amazing people. It seems that gosu skill in WarCraft coincides with outstanding personality. In no other sport are there players that present such a great example of themselves. All of you who are looking to be pro out there, let it be known the key lies not just within your macro, or your micro. As in all other things in life it’s the level of personal character you achieve that determines your performance. These players great WarCraft skills are just another after effect. Thanks guys for putting the time in to make these great replays.

P.S. Thanks go to bunny, yet again, for helping me get into BlizzCon. Thanks to all the great people that I got to meet and hang out with as well! And big thanks to all the great people that come to to check out all the latest in WarCraft news in events!

-God bless, Raihn

© 2005 Joshua Keyes

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WCR Art Feature: Sketches of War

NO! I’m not dead! But I should be shot! BlizzCon is thirty minutes from me and I failed to get a ticket. Last time I rely on my art skills for anything right? But you guys coulda told me that, I’m sure. Lots of sweet stuff happening these days!

I’m so stoked about the show match today, you guys have no idea. Moon vs. Grubby, SwEeT! I can’t wait. I will be in school, of course while it happens, but I have a friend that is going to be text messaging me the match results as they are released. Here is hopping Grubby wins. Grubby is the man simply because he is such a good guy. I love it when nice guys don’t finish last. Oh, and ToD, I disown DrZaP84 for talking crap on you in his audio. Ignorant people never get far, I’m sure you know that. For all those out there who don’t realize it, ToD is one cool guy. He contributes a lot of time to the community. Even though he owes me nothing, he has contributed his advice and replays on my feature more than a few times. Go Go ToD, and thanks again for being an amazing Human player! (there are so few…)

WC3L is coming to a close and check 6 isn’t where I hoped they would be, but that’s alright, they battle through some tough clan issues while taking on some of the toughest players in the world. Overall, all played some really great games. I can’t wait to see the U.S. teams take more wins out there. Word to United 5, you guys rock. Thanks are in order to all the teams that played, due to the countless hours of fun replay watching!

Oh yeah, I hope you guys enjoy the feature too..
Subject: Sketches of Warcraft/Fantansy characters. I have a Mountain King in there, a paladin, a Shaman, and something else Warcraft I am sure of it. Your challenge is to find ‘em all (feel free to use your imagination.)

Reason: I have a lot of sketches that never get to make it through the 20 hours of coloring, so here you guys go. I get a lot of comments on how horrible the coloring is, and how the sketch looked much better so, this is for all you guys. I will be getting Illustrator soon, and I am told it is Holy Grail of coloring programs.

I’m not trying to pull one over you all, as they say. This wasn’t some grand scheme that I came up with to be uber artistic. I straight don’t have the time for the full blown feature right now. Had a death in the family, moved, worked, schooled, and socialized. Indeed folks, life happened to me, and it can happen to you, too. Tread carefully, and pray a lot.

Name: Ummm…. I wont insult your intelligence. (Art of War, sketches of war, get it???)

Next time:Well, I had a few ideas here. Feel free to give feedback (big thanks to the three people that have PMed me, you make me feel special). If you guys like one of the sketches I may finish it off, color and background, the works. If you guys want more sketches, I can do that, too. I didn’t relinquish all of my favorites. I have about 20 more scanned in that I wouldn’t mind you guys checking out. I have a Spell Breaker that I have been dying to color.

Big thanks goes out to YourFather for help with the Java scripting. That’s right boys and girls, go give YourFather a big hug. As always, gogo bunny for your support, and for not canning me for a late Art Feature. GL HF shoutcasting at the BlizzCon!

Sorry, no new Gosu Secret, saving that for the feature that is due out soon. I apologize to anybody who might have been looking forward to the feature and it is late. I hope some of you out there will understand. Besides, you guys got that Archmage to stem your art cravings, although that means all the work I put into drawing mine will be put off for about four months. I’m sure all you Night Elf players out there would be upset if I drew another Human unit. Unless it’s getting burned by that pimp, the Demon Hunter. Maybe next time a PimpLord for Vaulander. I’ll bet he counts them at night to go to sleep, one PimpLord, ah ah ah, two PimpLord, ah ah ah, Three PimpLord, ah ah ah …. Vaulander, your audios rock man, I love the live ones. Great entertainment!

God bless, Raihn

© 2005 Joshua Keyes

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WCR Art Feature: I Am Not Afraid

Whew! Seems like forever since my last Art of War Feature, but at last it has arrived! This month’s feature was a lot more work than the past features, and I hope that it shows. Not only is this for all you WCReplays fans, I also submitted it into Blizzard’s BlizzCon Fan Art Contest. Unfortunately, no word back from them. I don’t know when they are suppose to announce the winners, but I do know the contest has been over for about a week or so. Oh well GG, Raihn = owned. There are whispers my job title is going to change to “Staff Noob Artist” from “Staff Feature Artist.” Though, I suppose I shouldn’t give up hope until they annouce the winners. I hope that at least some of you out there will like it.

Subject: With a rise of his mighty hammer he calls upon the Light to smite the unnatural plague that infects the living. The perverse creations disgust him beyond the obvious physical foulness, their cold rot threatens to dim the flame of hope he has worked so hard to keep ablaze in this land of turmoil.

The combat peaks as rotting corpse fling themselves at the selfless battling souls. The lord of darkness commands his unworldly troops in the relentless, merciless attack. The scourge soon realize they are against something different this hour, for the tactics of fear, hate, and disillusion reveal themselves as useless. It is apparent that their enemies’ coupe relies on values that counter these weapons of darkness. Courage, passion, and a clear understanding of their chosen path guide the unyielding Paladins in the battle.

A mighty heave of a battle hammer sends another pile of remains flying backward, the corpse will not lift again from these battle grounds. Sweat pours down this holy warrior’s face, stinging his eyes as he meets with his next exorcism. It is a large heap of flesh three times his own size and reeking of the most unearthly things.

The warrior bows his head, and locks his eyes in prayer. He searches within for his courage, but is quickly reminded that it not from within that his courage comes, it is from the Light above. The souless mangled machine of death may be the end of his journey in this world, and if that is so, then the Light’s will be done. The Paladin fear not their destiny.

The defilement swings wildly its multiple limbs, agitated by the prospect of such a vulnerable victim. Believing the warrior simply refuses to look at its most gruesome girth, the souless mound of meat recklessly charges it’s mass forward in a rush of elation. The five foot cleaver, thirsty for fresh blood, hungrily leads the way. The creature, neigh, the fallacy meets confusion in the place of fulfillment as it some how finds itself unable to command it’s butchering arm, unable to take the life of the rank hammer wielding creature before it. Incapable of understand the unexpected impediment the monster casts its gory gaze upon it’s intended victim, inspecting what unseen force denies his inevitable ecstasy. How the thing wished the eyes it met had stayed shut, for the intense glory burning eyes were the last thing the abomination would ever know. Indeed, the Light’s will be done.

Reason: The contest called for my favorite character placed in a recognizable location. As you can tell (hopefully) that my favorite hero is the noble warrior of faith, the Paladin. The location as you can see (but most likely won’t figure out) is that of the fountain in the middle of The Lost Temple (ROC.) I love this location because of the huge statues overlooking as the intense action takes place on the map.

Name: “I am not afraid” obviously, is something that the Paladin will say in game. For me, it relates to the scripture that I just happened to open my bible to before I cross the line of departure into Iraq as part of the march to Baghdad. “Joshua 1:9 Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.” I was sure I wasn’t going to make it out of that mess until I read that, then I realized it really didn’t matter if I made it out or not, it was all God’s will.

Next time: PM with wants/desires for next time.

Well guys, as usual I hope you enjoy all the work. Be sure to check out the extras! See you all around next month. Feel free to PM me with questions and whatever you might want to see of the feature. Big thanks to 4K.ToD for all his advice and support on the feature, and of course bunny for putting the feature up. Take care all, peace.

-God bless, Raihn
© 2005 Joshua Keyes