In honor an upcoming brik-war with some friends of mine (their first, I might add), I've decided to show off the medieval forces I've been accumulating for a while. This will take a couple days before I can get everything uploaded.
The Majistiks are an enigmatic bunch. Powerful as far as the brik-kind are concerned, but Bigglesworth. Though I've only seen one, there are rumors that more are about, secretly traveling the intergalactic space lanes as peasant-travelers in blue, ultimately arriving at some technologically inferior planet to spread their wares, their skill, and their majicks. That is all a rumor, though. I'm not even sure what "intergalactic" means...I've never left my own shire...
We met him--the majistik--many years ago. Rapid dragons and non-descript canines ravaged our fields and left all of our wench-wives hiding in fear for their lives. Hell, all of us were scared. But then the majistik came, bearing his dragon-crests that seemed not only to bend the will of the green beasts but infused our own men with a ferocity never seen before. We welcomed him, yes, we welcomed him into our keeps and towers learning all we could from him. We are now ready for war, ready to combat the green-skins and undead which flare upon our borders. The majistik has made us warriors...[End Entry]
Alazar (magistik 7 incognito) arrives astride a royal griffin
The air about him crackles with a green light; anticipation is in his eyes. He has foreseen grave conflict for the realm of Sir Lucien.
He hastens to find Brando, one of his apprentices...
And Ludwig, the other
My sons, prepare yourselves. A great distress will soon descend upon the master of these lands, and he will require all of our aid to help him
Fortunately, Alazar had taught his pupils much via the arcane arts (and crafts). Brando was the more competent of the two; Ludwig's tactics tended to work only on the more n00b-ish foes.
Having secured the attention of his pupils, Alazar made haste to the side of Sir Lucien Sylvanus, dragon-slayer and regent of those parts.
"Ill tidings" quoth the regent. After standing long in thought, he decided it best to martial his forces for a council of war.
He would bear the ancient battle standard of his people, a standard imbued with great power over the mastery of dragon-kind.
Nor should it be said that Lucien himself was dependent on these majicks. He was a competent swordsman himself and well rehearsed in the art of strategic warfare.
The marshaling of the host had begun, and the vanguard of the Dragon Knights began to arrive...
And arrive they did, the Dragon Knights, elite fighting forces of Lucien's Dragon-Guard. After years of service to their lord facing scaly death continually, these warriors were hardier, stronger, more capable in close combat, and all-around more intimidating than any other of Lucien's units. Moreover, each of their shields had been specially enchanted by the Majistik to provide superior protection against elemental attacks of various kinds...
The new threat of war brought a wave of mercenary slayers into Lucien's camp. He would be grateful for their ferocity, if--as was the case--he hardly expected them to survive many battles [slayers units are merely stock minifigs].
Ahhh, the spearman corps, the backbone of Lucien's force. These were capable warriors, versed in defensive combat via shieldwall
...and there were many of them...
Though he did not prefer them for chivalric reasons, Lucien employed several bevies of longbowmen. Nothing fancy; bows and coifs to pin-down problematic battlefield quarters. As you can see, not every archer was thrilled at the prospect of heading to war...
...and here is why: archers do a piss-poor job at slaying dragons. Enter the ballistae. That's right, plural, manned by expendable peasant squads, Lucien saw these simple war machines as a means for softening more fearsome opponents
"Darius? Darius is that you?"
"M'lord, I have arrived! Grant me the honor of charging at the head of your knights!" Impetuous and pugnacious Darius, Lieutenant of the Dragon Knights. [and missing part of his barding, so I'm only giving you side-shots]
Marshaling complete! Look to the future for a brik war starring these bad boys a little after Thanksgiving, squaring off against--in all probability--some modern or futuristic forces my friends are cooking up