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The journey had been cold and wet. The small party left their escort from Fraisenhost Castle at the border and followed the road into Balaton. Szigetána Castle stood firm and mighty as they passed by, it's towers spearing into the snow flecked sky. They passed north-east, rounding the Szétszórtű Mountains before turning east to the city of Salgózárd. It was here they took their first real rest since their flight from Styria.

Two days they spent in Salgózárd, keeping mostly to themselves in their inn, barely leaving but to find food or comfort their horses. They saw little of the town and hurried on. On the advice of the inn keeper, they followed a little used trail north to the banks of Győfolyam River where they met a grizzled, old man named István who rented them a small ferry.

The winter wind nipped at them as they drifted down the river, following the slow, lumbering current of the Győfolyam. It took 3 days before they berthed at Győrprém. István's cousin, Iván, met them there and took the ferry back up river. They were here at last, in the veritable capital of the west; the seat of the Álmos von Györgismund. It was midday when they arrived, and the snow had ceased its descent.

They followed the roads and left Győrprém to the west, crossing the stone bridge over the Győfér River. The land on this narrow stretch of land was bleak and icy. Large swathes of snow were piled up in banks by the road, and weighed down the canopies of the trees. The odd cabin, a thin wisp of smoke drifting over it, could be seen far from the road, and small thickets dotted the hills between them. It was mid afternoon when they arrived; the Western Office of Sunstone Security.

A thin, dirt path left the road and threaded along the valley between two hills, heading north. At its end they came to what could only be described as a small fort. A palisade wall had been erected, spanning an area roughly 50 meters across, and 100 deep. Two wooden gates were chained together before them, and on the left of these hung a sign.


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SUNSTONE SECURITY
WESTERN OFFICE
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Opening Soon!
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The gates were locked and there were no signs of life within, so the party returned to the city and waited. After the better part of a week, there had still been no change at the office, until one day...


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Sarkin was slowly walking down the main road of Győrprém, threading his way through the travellers and labourers that always seemed to be bustling through the town. From the moment the sun crept over the horizon till well after it sunk again behind the mountains, the town was abuzz with work and trade. There was never an empty street or a quiet shop in Győrprém, and it had been difficult for Sarkin to find a tavern where he could read his scrolls in peace. He had eventually settled on a small pub in the south of the city by the docks called The Kékfarkas. It was here that he had just breakfasted before his trip to the Office.

Ever since he arrived, he had checked by the Office daily to see if anyone had returned. It had been over a week since he and the others had fled Styria under the orders of Captain Cataphrykos and he was still coming to terms with the death of Leland. He had only known him for a short time, but that made the circumstances around his murder no less unsettling. The way Krail had described the blue skinned man, Viktor Brandini, had left him with chills down his spine. He shook the thought from his head, and continued on.

It wasn't long before he had left the city and was on the road outside the city again. It practically began with the stone bridge over the Győfér River. It was a wide bridge, with thick stone banisters and regularly spaced lantern posts. The river below flowed sluggishly south to the crossroads of sorts to the east, where the Győfolyam and Atlanok came together before running east towards lake Köröstelek.

Sarkin shook his head. He had made a point of studying the local maps to familiarise himself with his new surroundings and with the land of Balaton, but all the names sounded so ridiculous and unpronounceable to him. Diósümeg Castle, Esztmiklós, Knežište Tower, Sajóskomlós; he sighed and focused on the road instead.

The countryside was pleasant enough. It was cold, but less than though than in Styria. Snow still fell here, but it wasn't quite as deep or abundant as it was further west. And the weather had been fairer too. It was almost relaxing, idling up the path, the chill winter air in his lungs and the warm glow of the sun on his face. He hadn't felt weather like this since his time in Céder. He was still reminiscing on old times when he arrived at the gates of the office. They were wide open.

Curious, he stepped past the gates and into the compound. For the most part, the land between the palisade walls was flattened, muddy earth. Hay was strewn around and wooden planks were laid out to form a rough path. A large, unlit bonfire dominated the centre of the compound, with sawn logs splayed around it as seats. A trough had been set up just to left of the gates, and a single horse stood there, nibbling at the feed within. To the right, and roughly halfway up the side of the eastern wall was a large cabin. It had a thatched roof, rough timber walls, and a cobblestone foundation. A porch ran the length of the building on all sides save the rear, which was pressed directly against the wall itself. An eve gave the porch shelter and extended beyond the cabin itself over what looked like a large terrace or patio.

Sarkin continued into the fort and approached the cabin, stepping up onto the porch. Railings ran around the porch, leaving a gap only for the steps in front of the door. Sarkin reached his hand up to knock when he heard the clang of a hammer on steel ring out to his left. He stepped away from the door and followed the porch north past the cabin to the patio area.

Beyond the corner of the cabin, he found himself standing in what could only be a blacksmiths workshop. The area was practically an extension of the porch itself, and the railings ran the complete length of it. A smelter, a forge, a bellows, an anvil, a workbench, and even a tanning rack were crammed into this workshop. It was small, tightly packed, but very complete.

Standing at the anvil, hammering a horseshoe with a large mallet stood a tall man. His thick, sinewy muscles stood out on his bare arms and chest as he swung. His long blonde hair was tied back in a rough ponytail and his braided beard hung to just below his neck. His blue eyes were fixed intently on the horseshoe before him. As Sarkin watched him work, he noticed that although he was tall he was quite stocky for his size, and the angles of his face seemed a little too coarse and jagged for a human.

He must be Mul, Sarkin thought to himself. He had met half-dwarves from Strørstrlund before and he was sure this man was once too. The way they were built was very nearly human, but to the experienced eyes of a Shapeshifter, it was all too clear.

Sarkin stepped closer and more directly into the man's field of view, but still he remained intent on his work. He cleared his throat with a loud "AHEM" and finally the man looked up from his work.

"GRIPES!" He jumped back a step, "bless me, you just came out of thin air, didn't e'?"

Sarkin stood for a moment, measuring the four feet between him and the Mul and gauging just how this man managed to miss seeing him.

"Erm, my apologies if I startled you," he said.

"Ah, no harm done," the other replied, setting the hammer down on the anvil and offering his hand, "names Jørgen! Jørgen Hammergaard!"

"Sarkin Drexus," he took the Jørgens hand and felt the other crush his in his grip.

"You must be one of the Agents the Capt'n sent here after all that business back in Styria!"

"Right you are," Sarkin replied, cradling his now free and injured hand behind his back.

"A sorry business that was," Jørgen continued, picking up his hammer and getting back to work on the horseshoe, "heard one of the Agents got his head cut clean off. Poor blighter."

"Yes, I'd only worked with him the once, but he seemed a decent man."

"Mustn't a' been too smart to attack the head of the Jackals though."

Jørgen froze and looked up at Sarkin.

"Sorry, I didn't mean... that is, I meant he shoulda known not to... Sorry, that just slipped out."

"That's alright," Sarkin replied hesitantly, "he was warned, apparently. I suppose he just lost his composure in the moment."

Jørgen mumbled an agreement and continued hammering, though now a little faster.

"Jørgen, could you tell me who is in charge of the office here?" Sarkin asked after a few moments of brittle silence, "I expect there's at least a head clerk here to manage the contracts."

"Aye!" Jørgen replied, a little more colour returning to his cheeks, "Aye, that would be me, on both accounts!"

Sarkin stared for a few moments, first at Jørgen and then into the air as he recalled the slender, sarcastic figure of Anton Koffler. He stood there for a few moments, trying to reconcile the differences between these two men, but finding it altogether impossible. Taking his silence as a sign to continue, Jørgen started up again.

"Aye, when Capt'n Ayleron first talked about puttin' up a second office here in th' west, I was the first to volunteer, I was! It took a bit of convincing, since I ain't been more than a caretaker or a blacksmith for the Company so far! But I got there in the end! Capt'n made a bet that I couldn't get these walls up by m'self in less than a month! SHOWED HIM!"

He guffawed and slapped Sarkin hard on the back as he stepped past him with his now finished horseshoe. The jolt brought Sarkin out of his daze and he turned to follow Jørgen.

"Yep, put this all together m'self, I did!" Jørgen continued as he pocketed the horseshoe. He stepped off the porch and made his way north to the end of the compound. "Cabin took a bit longer, o'course, but then, I AM gonna be livin' in it from now on! Had to make it a decent one, you know?"

"Of course," Sarkin mumbled, still processing this new turn of events.

"Yep, it was a good bit of work gettin' that done! Next step is to put up the store house!"

He had stopped in front of a large pile of lumber sitting in the northeast corner. It was mostly raw tree trunks that had been stripped of their branches and roots, and drawn up whole. There seemed to be about a dozen logs altogether in the pile.

"Just brought this batch back with me from my trip to Kivaltföld! Was there to sort out the last bits o' papers with József! That's József Zrinski, the clerk in the main office. He still thinks this whole western office thing is a fool's errand. But he's just a pompous fop!"

He guffawed again and turned to Sarkin, who simply stood there and stared. Jørgen's guffaw petered out and he cleared his throat.

"Well, best get to it then." With that, he grabbed the end of one of the logs and heaved it up from the pile. Sarkin started and stuttered something about giving him a hand, but Jørgen just shook his head. Then, with two quick tugs, he brought the entire log up and onto his shoulder. He spun around and almost knocked Sarkin smack in the face! Fortunately, his reflexes kicked in and he ducked just in time.

"Not much to store, yet, though," Jørgen went on in a strained voice, "but Capt'n says put up a store house, so I put up a store house. Capt'n knows best."

He made his way south towards the horse trough. As they walked, Sarkin stepped up next to him.

"Jørgen, why did the Captain decide to put up the second office here?" he asked.

"Well, that'd be because of the comin' war, o'course! Once the Counts get to fighting each other there'll be plenty'a jobs to go round and we need more Agents in the West! Takes too long to get 'em out here all the way from Kivaltföld!"

"Of course, but I meant, why here just outside of Győrprém?"

"Oh! That'd be because o' old Györgismund! He paid the Capt'n a barrel o' gold to set up outside'a his city! The Györgismund's don't miss any opportunity and I'll wager they can make a lot more money from havin' us nearby!"

He started another of his guffaws, but cut off quite suddenly.

"I shouldn't'a said that." He said, half to himself, "I wasn't s'posed to tell you that."

"It's alright, Jørgen," Sarkin replied, still feeling the vast differences between the other and Anton, and struggling with the notion of who seemed preferable as a clerk.

"Well, as long as ya' keep it to ya' self," Jorgen said, and gave him a knowing look, "Don't want people thinking the Capt'n is open for bribes or anythin'! He was probl'y gonna set up near here anyways! May as well make a bit o' gold while you're at it, eh?"

He laughed again, though less heartily than before. They had reached the feeding trough now, and the horse there looked up and snorted. Jørgen eased the log off his shoulder and set it down nearby. He went to the horse and stoked its nose as it nuzzled against him.

"This 'ere's me horse, Festék! He's strong as an ox, he is!" He gave him a final pat before turning back to Sarkin. "Dumb as a post though! Anyway, I suppose you're hopin' for a job eh? Well, I'm afraid we ain't got nothin' yet. Only been here for 'bout a month or so, and we really only OFFICIALLY opened for business just t'day! But don't you worry, Sarky, we'll have work soon enough!"

He slapped Sarkin on the back again and strode off towards the cabin and his workshop again. Sarkin grimaced at 'Sarky' for a moment before hopping off after him.

"Actually, I was more curious about our lodgings. You see, we were housed in the Office back in Swàlendorf, but we've all had to stay at local inns since we arrived in Győrprém. Are you going to be putting up a barracks for us?"

"Nup!" Jørgen said it so matter-of-factly that it took Sarkin a moment to register it. "The Company doesn't have it in the budget for that, I'm afraid. Plans are to put up the Store House, a proper latrine, and a watch tower. That's it!"

"Er, then where ARE we supposed to stay?"

"Guess you can stay at the inns in town as you are, o'course! But..." Jørgen paused for a moment, and looked at Sarkin with an inquisitive eye, "You see, the Capt'n has only authorised money for those few things, but he said I could build anythin' else I want after that, he did! I just gotta get all the lumber n' stuff m'self though. If y'like, you could always bring me lumber and I'd be happy to help build a barracks or some such!"

"I'll... consider it," Sarkin returned. They had stepped back up onto the porch of the cabin and were heading back to the workshop again. As they did, Sarkin noticed the counter built into the railing on the east side of deck, facing towards the centre of the compound, and it reminded him of Anton's desk back in Swàlendorf.

"For now, I'd best get back to town though."

"Well, you're welcome back anytime, Sarky!" Jørgen turned and offered his hand again, which Sarkin gingerly shook. "Check back in a few days! Bound to be a job by then! And bring the others 'round too! I'd love to meet the whole crew!"

"Certainly," Sarkin replied, clutching his crushed hand once more, "It was a pleasure meeting you Jørgen. I'll see you in a day or two."

"Farewell!"

Sarkin turned and strode away, the sound of a hammer on steel ringing out behind him as he left the gate of the new Western Office of Sunstone Security. As he did, he tried once more to fathom this change in clerk and what it meant for his future. He didn't feel very comforted.
Cosplays I am working on! by EmperorMossy
Cosplays I am working on!
These are the four cosplays I want to make this year.

I already have most of the Connor MacLeod cosplay done! Just need to fix up the sword prop and it's ready to go!

I can't decide whether to do Varrick in suit or uniform!! The suit is AWESOME, and I've wanted to do it since I first saw him on Legend of Korra, but it's tough to do and it's already been done a few times. The uniform would be easier, I still think it's an awesome costume, and as far as I can tell, no-one has really cosplayed it yet!! :D

Doing the Guybrush one will be tough. I picked up some awesome pirate boots already, and I'll probably re-use one of my shirts for the costume, but the wig and the jacket will be tough to put together. I'm gonna start work on the jacket soon, I hope. (Also, credit to mustacio.deviantart.com/ on the Guybrush Threepwood pic! It's super awesome!)

I have always loved Briar Rose (from Fable) and always thought she was so underated. I loved her attitude and her style and her costume. I still have a bunch of stuff (makeup, boobs, etc) left over from Lara Croft crossplay, and I figure I may as well use them! ^_^

Any suggestions would be appreciated!
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Dnd  Sarkin Drexus The Changeling Ranger By Rythme by EmperorMossy
Dnd Sarkin Drexus The Changeling Ranger By Rythme
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Well! Another year another Supanova!

As you may be aware, last year the team and I went as character from Robin Hood: Men in Tights and did a stage fight as part of the Saturday Cosplay Competition. We do a sword fight on stage every year! We didn't win anything, which we were slightly disappointed about (we are pretty sure the judges simply award the 'Best Sketch' title to the group that has the most members! Every year, regardless of sketch quality, the biggest group always seems to win!). So, when we started preparing for this year we decided to say "SCREW THE RULES" and choreograph a sword fight just to put on an awesome show with no intention of winning anything. This year we decided to do the sword fight from The Princess Bride!

Inigo Montoya Cosplay 3 (And friends) by EmperorMossy

Ryan went as The Dread Pirate Roberts/Westley, his wife Ana went as Princess Buttercup, and I went as Inigo Montoya!

We put a considerable amount of effort into the choreography of this fight. We studied the movie fight and other fights by Bob Anderson (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Ande…). We revised it a dozen times. We had friends tag along to direct and criticise us where necessary. We spent ages making it, and we were extremely happy with it! But then things started getting in the way. Mostly work stuff, but some personal stuff too. I got sick a couple of times in the lead up to the event. All these interruptions resulted in FAR less rehearsal time than we needed. And to make matters worse, we intended to prepare an audio track with recorded lines inserted at appropriate times for us to fight to! We didn't finish cutting this music file together until the night before the event... In short, we ran out of time and were sorely unprepared. Especially compared to last year.

Anyway, we pressed on and did our sword fight as best we could! We messed up a bunch of times, in very obvious ways, but we kept in pace with the audio track and the overall result wasn't too bad. I felt rather disheartened when we returned to the audience. But, just after the competition ended, we were approached by a lovely couple who told us how much they enjoyed the fight and that they thought it was awesome! I told them they could check out our previous work on youtube, and they recognised us from our Robin Hood fight last year!!! :D That really perked me and made me feel better about the whole business!

Well, without further ado, here is our Princess Bride stage fight:



I had a fantastic time at Supanova on Saturday! I even managed to pick up a Princess Bride board game! Hahaha! And best of all, I got a photo with Lara Plays Videogame Music (seriously, check out her youtube channel: www.youtube.com/channel/UC11j-…)! Plenty of people asked for photos of or with us, and Ana kept getting mistaken for Cersei Lannister. The Australian SyFy channel also had this amazing 360 Camera stall set up for people to get a matrix shot of themselves, and they offered it totally for free!! Here are ours: [link] and [link]! All in all, it was an awesome Saturday!

And then there was Sunday!
There's a bit of a story to this one. You see, earlier this year I was doing a Tomb Raider marathon; I played through all 10 Tomb Raider games consecutively and uploaded screenshots of my progress to Facebook. A friend of mine named Ellen made a joke on one of these screenshots, suggesting I should cosplay Lara Croft as Supanova! A short, humorous conversation ensued wherein we joked about how funny and ridiculous and improbable it would be. We didn't take it very seriously and never really talked about it again. But then we realised that since we would be staying with Ellen and her husband in Sydney over the weekend of Supanova (way more convenient than a 2 hour drive in and out each day), and I thought: "how funny would it be if I actually DID crossplay as Lara Croft and didn't tell Ellen until the day?"

And so, that's what I decided to do!! I put together a Lara Croft costume, acquired some fake boobs, got a wig styled, and learned how to use makeup! I EVEN GOT FREAKIN WAXED! O_O LEGS, ARMS, AND UNDERARMS! ...I don't know how girls can do that on a regular basis... Anyway, we concealed the costume and smuggled it into their place. And then on Sunday morning I went into the bathroom to get ready, and came out dressed as Lara Croft!! Ellen laughed for like 10 minutes straight and it was awesome! XD

Lara Croft Crossplay 2 by EmperorMossy

So yeah, I went as Lara Croft on Sunday and had an amazing time! I got asked for a bunch of photos and was complimented by a bunch of others! Bumped into a few friends; one took about 30 seconds of awkwardly glancing at me while chatting to Ana before she picked it was me! Her friend jumped 3 feet in the air when I spoke! XD And another friend of mine, who I grew up in school with, walked right past me and didn't know it was me! Not until I posted pics to Facebook and he was like O_O "Wut?"

I got one of those 360 Cam shots: [link] and even made their 'best of' video!!


The only downsides to crossplaying as Lara was the weather (IT WAS BLOODY COLD!! About 12 degrees Celcius in the wind) and the wig was waaaay too tight! Ended up with red marks on my forehead for a few days afterwards. But all in all, I loved it! ^_^ I am planning on doing a small photo shoot out bush somewhere, when the weather warms up! And I'd definitely like to do another crossplay again some time!

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy our work! Not sure what we will do next year, but keep your eyes pealed! :D

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Stephen Moss
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Hi everyone!

I'm just an average guy from Newcastle, Australia! I work in retail and spend my free time playing more video games than I care to admit! I am more of an art "admirer" than an art "creator", but I do give it a rough shot every now and then; an arty photo here, a poorly proportioned pencil sketch there! I really enjoy writing short stories, but don't really make enough time for them anymore.

I also love cosplay!! I have been cosplaying at the Sydney Supanova festival for a few years now and I absolutely love it! I have made some fun cosplays in my time and I love sharing them with everyone! I also love seeing other fantastic cosplays that people make! People have such amazing talents!

Above all, I am a huge sword enthusiast! I have a small collection of historical weapons which I love! I also practice swordplay with friends and with historical martial arts societies. I love swordplay as a sport, not as a way of role-playing or re-enacting history. My friends and I just love the thrill of combat and the challenge of outwitting your opponent!

Anyway, I hope everyone likes what little art I have to offer! :)
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AlbaBeltane Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2014  Student General Artist
Thanks for the :+fav:! n.n
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No worries! :D
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Bewitchedrune Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2014  Student General Artist
Thank you for adding my Mary Poppins cosplay! Hexentanz 
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EmperorMossy Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey no worries! It was spot on! Great job! ^_^
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thank youuuuu
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Thanks so much for the fav. :thanks:
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No worries! :)
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Hello friend! :D
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Heyo! ^_^ Thanks for the watch and all the 'fav' love!
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merci pour les favs :)
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