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For the umpteenth time during the course of his life, Quantumsurfer Ken had found himself spiraling through the space between dimensions. With limbs splayed apart and hands outstretched, the minifig tried desperately to reach for something, anything, to right himself and make sense of his ludicrous situation. One would think he was used to traveling through portals by now, but Ken remembered quite well that like many of the other times, this wasn't exactly voluntarily.



Luckily enough, the Quantumsurfer had also mostly remembered the event that put him in this dimenison as well. A great battle was being held all around him, the battle to end all battles. The zenith of Ragnablok had raged as far as the eye could see on a strange cosmic battlefield, where he and thousands of forces konverged onto a great nebulous gateway. The madness was almost nigh impossible for his mind to process, even after the briefing he had participated in shortly before they stepped onto the field of battle.







Welcome to...


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(Act 1 of 4)

Didn't ken have a horse at the end of the battle of the Konvergence?

GASP

Guess who’s back? Back again? Ken is back. Tell a friend.

A Short while ago:


A Dimensional Gate spell opens up in a pocket dimension councilroom and Ken and Bookwyrm walk through the opening into the room.



Bookwyrm: Before we meet with the other QuantumSurfers, we need to make a short stop here to coordinate with the other leaders of our little alliance, there’s a few people you should meet and a few things you should probably know, and I need to check on the status of Axeleron’s defenses. Ooh, the marble pawns appear to be coming along nicely!






Ken: Other leaders? Just how many other castle worlds are there?

Bookwyrm: Castle-Class worlds exist scattered throughout many various areas in the Brikverse, but most have not been through enough Retkonstruktions to develop much of an identity or a place in the big picture.






Bookwyrm: Most simply exist separate from the greater galactic politics, blissfully unaware of the mania ensuing around them until they are inevitably wiped out by a more advanced space-faring civilization.






Bookwyrm: This is a great part of why the Watchtower Alliance is needed. But as for worlds that have risen above that, so far there are three known to us; my homeworld of Axeleron, the planet Novium, and Medivo.







Ken: Jeez. Every moment spent with you is like going further and further down the exposition rabbit hole.






Bookwyrm: I’m afraid that likely will not change much, especially considering what we’re going to be jumping into here very soon.






Bookwyrm: And speaking of which...






Vindelvuur: Ah, excellent, they have arrived. I trust this will do for a temporary gathering place?

Bookwyrm: It will, although if we are to have more organizations join us, we ought to look into a more permanent stronghold.






Vindelvuur: Indeed! And you are Ken, correct? I have heard tales of your exploits on the planet below, but have had little time to observe them personally, so it is excellent to finally put a face to all the stories.






Ken: Heh. A few folks have said similar things to me recently. Kinda weird, but I’m starting to realize it’s just a Quantumsurfer thing. And who’re you?






Vindelvuur: My name is Vasith Vindelvuur, a member of the Majistik Order of Medivo and representative of the Hammerheart. And my colleague here...






Hektor: Nice ta meet ye, name’s Hektor Sootbeard; former general of Dag Loduhr’s Crimson Guard on Novium, although now I’m not much more than a humble minin’ foreman and an ambassador for me folk.






Vindelvuur: Right, should we take our seats?






Vindelvuur: Master Bookwyrm, what of the representative from Axeleron you said you would be bringing with you?






Bookwyrm: Ah yes, that. Unfortunately, I was unable to reach Master Cantwell here, I believe he may have already departed for the Nexus with his troops.






Bookwyrm waves his hand and conjures up an illusion of Galeo Cantwell.






Bookwyrm: I will meet up with him on-site and give him the relevant information from this briefing if I can.






Bookwyrm: But it’s just as well, now that we’ve all been acquainted, I think we ought to get moving; time is running short before the Konvergence and we still have much to discuss. Let us get down to brass tacks, shall we?






Ken: Let’s get down to the what now?




(end Act 1)

Yessss, this is such good stuff, I LOVE the hell out of that Watchtower pocket dimension with the black and white plates, too good.

Act 2 of 4

Ken’s memories are suddenly put to a halt as he finds himself in a new plane of existence. An entire new dimension had opened up to him.



"Ugghhh... where am I now?"




The 'surfer peers around him, finding that his new surroundings were littered with debris no doubt from the battle of the Konvergence itself.




The carpet-like surface of the void had become the home of fleets worth of wrecked ships from multiple factions, Ken guessed they were the other factions involved in the battle, even though he had only seen glimpses of the war going on around him.




There were ones that were unmistakably Brootal, with their ragtag and thrown-together designs that even a Medivo-native would raise a brow at.




Many other shiply cadavers seemed familiar as well somehow. With a shrug, the quantumsurfer began to explore his new home, his curiosity getting the better of him.




But the further along he traversed this dead dimension, the quieter it seemed to become.




“This place looks like a graveyard,” he observed to himself, finding some comfort in the sound of his own voice to penetrate the silence. “I wonder if it’s parallel to the Beige that I remember hearing about..."

Another thought crossed his mind; What if this was another Quantumstalker pocket dimension? The idea made him pause mid-stride as he mentally reached for the powers he possessed.

No.

This place felt bigger and vaster than anything that terrible creature could have created. It had to be.

The whole scene really does look like a desolate wasteland, the lighting makes it look eerie as hell.

Yeah great work on this soap! Worth the wait.

Unnerved by the eerie quiet that permeated this was, Quantumsurfer Ken clambered atop the nearest piece of wreckage in order to get a better view. In doing so he had realized something straight away.




"This place goes on forever..."








“raaaaaAAAAAARRRRGGHHH!"




WHOZ DA BRIK 'ELL IZ DAT?!"




"CLIMBIN’ ALL OVA ME LIKE SUM JUNGEL JIM AGAIN?!”




"My bad," Ken replied apologetically, "“but I figured there was nothing around here but wreckage.”




"W R E K K I T C H ? ! ? "




"DON'TCHA KNOW WHO AYE AM?!"

"Clearly I haven't the slightest i-"




“AYE'M GRIMJAW GITGRABBA, DA BIGGEST N’ BESTEST BROOTAL BATTEL BAWSS DAR EVA WAZ-”




Grimjaw seemed to realize something and his demeanor noticeably diminished.

“Aw who ‘em I kiddin’? Me own boyz disowned an' banished me n' shiet."




“You mean you’re not a giant warmongering Brootal warlord anymore?” Ken asked incredulously, now having remembered seeing the towering figure of the brootal bawss from across the battlefield not that long ago.

“Naw, da powerz dat be deemed myself unworthee of bawssmanship. Naow I'm jus' a ghost ov wha' I used ta be."

“That’s rough buddy,” Ken said with a pat on Grimjaw’s shoulder. But Grimjaw wasn’t having any of that.




“ARRGHH, DON’T CHU FUGGIN’ PATRONEYEZ ME YA YELLOW SCRUB.” Before Ken could retaliate, Grimjaw reached for the Quantumsurfer and pulled the startled quantumsurfer from his back.

"W-wait, I thought we were having a moment of understanding h-"

"-SHUTUP YOU BROOTALDAMNED TOUCHY-FEELEE COWARD!"




"Ooof!"




“Okay,” Ken frowned as he sat up to meet the Brootal’s leering gaze. “Now you’re just being rude.”



“Rood? ROOOOOOD? IF YA FIND DAT ROOD, GETTA LOAD OF DIS!”

Tsundere grimjaw

RIP Ken
Smashed to bits by an angry Grimjaw

"Hup!"





The Quantumsurfer leapt backward and drew his green-transforming mace from his cloak mid-jump. As he landed, the mace morphed into something more suitable for fighting such a large opponent.




“Hey now hold up a second, alright? I just thought of a way-”





"-WHOAAA."

"...What?"





"WHAT DA BRIKHELL IZ DAT FING? ITS SO.... GREEN. KINDA BROOTAL TOO."





“Oh, you mean this thing?” Ken raised his transparent spear. “I got it during a really cool adven-”





"-HOW DID A "LIL YELLOW SKRUB LIKE YOU GET A HOLD OV SUCH A BROOTISH ARTIFACT?! WHO ARE YA?"




"I'm Ken, I';m a quantumsurfer, and other than the fact that this thing is pure GT, I dunno what makes it Brootish. Now can you stop interrupting?"





Grimjaw grows silent, admiring the soft glow the GT weapon gave off.





“Anyway,” Ken resumed, standing up but keeping the mace at the ready, “I think I know of a way that you can release some of that pent-up rage."





"Why not join me on my quest to kill a fuck-ton of pompous, peachy elves?”





Grimjaw furrowed his great brootal brow, “WHAT? Why would I, GRIMJAW GITGRABBA, help a wee little wimp like you?”

Ken takes in their surroundings and shrugs, “I mean, if you really wanna sit around in this vast wasteland for the rest of time, that’s totally fine with me-”





“-WAIT NOOO. I NEED TO GET OUTTA DIS BORIN' PLACE!”

Ken sighs. “Then you’ll join me?”





Grimjaw considers the minifig for a moment. He grunts, then turns toward a pile of scrap metal. He pulls a long piece of metal out with one might claw, and a thick slab of spiked steel with the other. He examines the two pieces before smashing them together. They seem to click into place as Grimjaw fashions himself a great warhammer nearly ten times the size of a minifig.

“Yes, Quandumbsurfer Ken,” he answers while turning back to the minifig. “I will join ya.”

“Excellent. Now that we’re at an agreement, we should probably find a way out of here,” Ken said, observing their barren surroundings yet again.

“Where did ya say youz waz going?”

“Medivo,” Ken answered curtly, “though more specifically the Evergreen Depths in the Upper Norselands.” He watched Grimjaw with wary eyes, still expecting the ex Warlord to try to squash him again at any moment. “Someone should still be waiting for me there I hope.”

“Medivo? I fink I sent a regiment ov my boyz to Medvio awhile ago.” Grimjaw snorts and turns around, taking a few lumbering steps away from Ken. “Da Evagreen Deafs, huh? Alrite. Stand back, ‘quandumbsurfa.”





Ken watched with an incredulous expression as Grimjaw Gitgrabba reached out away from himself with a single clawed hand. “What are you-”





FWWWWOOOSSSHHHHH

Without warning a great, fiery portal swirled open into existence where the palm of Grimjaw’s hand had been pointing.





“Neckstawp: da Evagreen Deafs,” smiled Grimjaw. Sure enough, as Ken stepped forward he could see a birds-eye view of the unmistakable sea of pines that was the very place he was trying to get to.

“How’d you do that?” He asked the brootal as he stepped around the warlord’s mechanical form.





“Jus’ a little sumfing we picked awp toward da start of Ragnablok,” Grimjaw explained with a grin wider yet. “I may ‘ave lost me status as bawss, but I still got plenty o’ trickz.”

“Right. Well, as convenient as that was, lets get a move on. I’m kind of afraid to learn just how long I’ve been away from home this time 'round."

“Bah, jus’ ‘cause I agreed ta come wiff ya, don’t mean you can bawss me around, ya little shite.”

“I can already tell this is gonna be a great partnership, Grimjaw. You’re reaaaallly easy to get along with.”



(End Act 2)

Elf-slaying buddy road trip!

sun's getting real low, big guy

KRUMP EM PROPA, BOZZ!