A long time ago, in about the same place I am now, I started a story, illustrated with LEGO. Then I stopped. Now, about two years later, I've continued it.

I have a really weird sense of time.

Chapter 1
Part 1:

Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9

Chapter 2
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10




Feedback is always appreciated.

I remember reading these on Flickr about a year ago, and I was hooked. Now you started again! Can't wait to read some more.

Thanks.
Part two of chapter two is up

Sounds awesome so far, bro! Can't wait to read more of it!!

Thanks man!

Updated with parts 3 & 4; replaced the placeholder photo for part 2 as well.

Part 5 up! It's longer than 3 & 4 :P

Chapter 2, Part 6

The commander went even paler. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet, but seething with hatred.

<I will not let you insult the Empire so. You have s->
<Sealed our own fate?> cut in the Bard in a surprisingly clear voice.
The commander stared at him with equal confusion and annoyance before attempting to reply.
<What->
<That's what you were gonna say, isn't it?>
The commander glared at him again.
Bard smirked.
<You Roman blokes are so predictable. I almost wish you weren't bloody all dead.>
The commander snarled and lost his composure completely. His dry, dead throat rasped as he yelled.
<You will pay for your BARBARISM!>

Chapter 2, Part 7


He thrust his spear furiously point first in the join of three paving stones, spun on the stone tiles and marched back into the tomb, the two soldiers following. His spear quivered in the tiles before the still-open doors.

“Perhaps someone other should have negotiated,” mused Sven.
“Yer the main character, mang,” shrugged the Bard. Sven arched an eyebrow at him.

Silence fell again over the party.
Darkness spilled like black blood from the yawning arch. A foul breeze wheezed in and out of the tunnel like a sick man's breath. From the depths of the tomb, inventory slots could be heard clicking as the Legion equipped its gear.

Chapter 2, Part 8


Collectively, at some unspoken command, the group walked into the catacombs. Solemnly they went, and slowly, all of them feeling the oppressive aura of the ancient place. Hands gripped tight around the hafts of myriad weapons, helms were fast around brows, armour clung tightly to bodies, and still they could not but feel utterly vulnerable. Something about the awful place sapped their energy, made them feel hopeless and lost, as if they could do nothing in there except wander infinitely. Some undefinable aura just broke them, made the entire party feel as if they could do nothing to save the village, or indeed themselves.

Awesomeness! It's just as awesome as before! Keep up the great work!