The Knight steals the whistle off the minifigure and kicks him away, lifting the visor on their helmet and playing it to drive the Aztec Warrior back long enough to run away.
Donning a set of armor, The Knight trains the Samurai to become a knight, handing him a set of his own armor. Pointing to the hill where the Aztec was shouting war cries, The Knight nods and in a low voice asks him, "Will you aid me in battle?"
The Knight pulls out the Death Whistle and begins to play Toto's "Africa", causing the field of seemingly defeated minifigures to get up and dance.
*Dances as well.*
Fueled by a sudden epiphany, the Knight's eyes widen with excitement. "Sithee, I hath found it! The true purpose of a knight is to be...a bard! Imagine, hurling thine spear in battle along with an accompanying note."
The Knight hops around madly, continuing to play various snippets of old action music. The screams of the whistle twisting the familiar tunes into eerie dirges causes the field of minifigures to shuffle away out of embarrassment and anxiousness.
Ignoring all of this, the Knight climbs a tree and continues their wild performance. "If thou seekest naught the true purpose of a Knight, I dare thee to shed thine armor and take up the ways of the Highland! Gluff, gug,uff..." A small flying bug interrupts the Knight's ceaseless chatter.
Fueled by a sudden epiphany, the Knight's eyes widen with excitement. "Sithee, I hath found it! The true purpose of a knight is to be...a bard! Imagine, hurling thine spear in battle along with an accompanying note."
The Knight hops around madly, continuing to play various snippets of old action music. The screams of the whistle twisting the familiar tunes into eerie dirges causes the field of minifigures to shuffle away out of embarrassment and anxiousness.
Ignoring all of this, the Knight climbs a tree and continues their wild performance. "If thou seekest naught the true purpose of a Knight, I dare thee to shed thine armor and take up the ways of the Highland! Gluff, gug,uff..." A small flying bug interrupts the Knight's ceaseless chatter.
Fueled by a sudden epiphany, the Knight's eyes widen with excitement. "Sithee, I hath found it! The true purpose of a knight is to be...a bard! Imagine, hurling thine spear in battle along with an accompanying note."
The Knight hops around madly, continuing to play various snippets of old action music. The screams of the whistle twisting the familiar tunes into eerie dirges causes the field of minifigures to shuffle away out of embarrassment and anxiousness.
Ignoring all of this, the Knight climbs a tree and continues their wild performance. "If thou seekest naught the true purpose of a Knight, I dare thee to shed thine armor and take up the ways of the Highland! Gluff, gug,uff..." A small flying bug interrupts the Knight's ceaseless chatter.
*Turns into a Highland Battler.*
The Knight narrows theirs eyes, giving the Highland Battler a stern look. "So it's treason then..."
Making circles in the air with their longsword, the Knight charges forward shouting madly underneath their helmet.
The Knight narrows theirs eyes, giving the Highland Battler a stern look. "So it's treason then..."
Making circles in the air with their longsword, the Knight charges forward shouting madly underneath their helmet.
Wait! It's not treason.
Hacking away at the air, the Knight's loud singing drowns out all others. Their downswing misses the Highland Battler, the force of the swing causing the Knight to trip. With their helmet on backwards, the Knight springs up and dances a furious jig.
Hacking away at the air, the Knight's loud singing drowns out all others. Their downswing misses the Highland Battler, the force of the swing causing the Knight to trip. With their helmet on backwards, the Knight springs up and dances a furious jig.
Hacking away at the air, the Knight's loud singing drowns out all others. Their downswing misses the Highland Battler, the force of the swing causing the Knight to trip. With their helmet on backwards, the Knight springs up and dances a furious jig.
*Battles in the highlands.*
Climbing a tree, the Knight laughs. "No! I have the high ground!" Suddenly they stumble, plunging to the ground below.
Hearing the bagpipes echoing across the hills, the Knight's heart begins to melt...literally. Stooping down, the Knight takes some blue frosting from an abandoned cake and wipes it across their face, making their visage unrecognizable.
Throwing away their previous equipment, the Knight drapes themself with the breacan-an-feileadh, donning a Boineid in replacement of their helmet and placing a dozen cubes of Scottish tablet into their sporran. "Biodh stoirm a’ grùdadh, gabhamaid fasgadh. (A storm be brewing, let us take shelter.)"
Climbing a tree, the Knight laughs. "No! I have the high ground!" Suddenly they stumble, plunging to the ground below.
Hearing the bagpipes echoing across the hills, the Knight's heart begins to melt...literally. Stooping down, the Knight takes some blue frosting from an abandoned cake and wipes it across their face, making their visage unrecognizable.
Throwing away their previous equipment, the Knight drapes themself with the breacan-an-feileadh, donning a Boineid in replacement of their helmet and placing a dozen cubes of Scottish tablet into their sporran. "Biodh stoirm a’ grùdadh, gabhamaid fasgadh. (A storm be brewing, let us take shelter.)"
Let's go to hills and chop down some trees to make a cabin.
Climbing a tree, the Knight laughs. "No! I have the high ground!" Suddenly they stumble, plunging to the ground below.
Hearing the bagpipes echoing across the hills, the Knight's heart begins to melt...literally. Stooping down, the Knight takes some blue frosting from an abandoned cake and wipes it across their face, making their visage unrecognizable.
Throwing away their previous equipment, the Knight drapes themself with the breacan-an-feileadh, donning a Boineid in replacement of their helmet and placing a dozen cubes of Scottish tablet into their sporran. "Biodh stoirm a’ grùdadh, gabhamaid fasgadh. (A storm be brewing, let us take shelter.)"
Let's go to hills and chop down some trees to make a cabin.
Stealing an axe left on the ground from a previous battle, the Highland Battler hacks away at the trunk of the tree they had fallen out of whilst singing a poem to pass the time. "Quhen Johny came before the King,
With all his men fae brave to fee,
The King he movit his bonnet to him,
He weind he was a king as well as he."
Small pebbles began to vibrate on the grass below them. Something was approaching, yet the Highland Battler kept on singing...
Let's go to hills and chop down some trees to make a cabin.
Stealing an axe left on the ground from a previous battle, the Highland Battler hacks away at the trunk of the tree they had fallen out of whilst singing a poem to pass the time. "Quhen Johny came before the King,
With all his men fae brave to fee,
The King he movit his bonnet to him,
He weind he was a king as well as he."
Small pebbles began to vibrate on the grass below them. Something was approaching, yet the Highland Battler kept on singing...
Stealing an axe left on the ground from a previous battle, the Highland Battler hacks away at the trunk of the tree they had fallen out of whilst singing a poem to pass the time. "Quhen Johny came before the King,
With all his men fae brave to fee,
The King he movit his bonnet to him,
He weind he was a king as well as he."
Small pebbles began to vibrate on the grass below them. Something was approaching, yet the Highland Battler kept on singing...
Where should we build the cabin?
The earth shakes as silhouettes appear on top of the hill. The Highland Battler points to a quiet corner within the field near a quaint pond. Hauling their sack of large stones, the Battler continues with another verse as they head there.
Pulling out a red brick, the Battler proceeds to build a proper croft in a short amount of time.
The earth shakes as silhouettes appear on top of the hill. The Highland Battler points to a quiet corner within the field near a quaint pond. Hauling their sack of large stones, the Battler continues with another verse as they head there.
Pulling out a red brick, the Battler proceeds to build a proper croft in a short amount of time.
The earth shakes as silhouettes appear on top of the hill. The Highland Battler points to a quiet corner within the field near a quaint pond. Hauling their sack of large stones, the Battler continues with another verse as they head there.
Pulling out a red brick, the Battler proceeds to build a proper croft in a short amount of time.
A mounted deer head would look good on that wall.
The highland battler pulls one out of their sporrah and mounts it at the entrance while remarking, "Cheannaich mi e far bricklink...(I bought it off a bricklink.)".
One of the lego pieces falls off as the croft trembles. The howls resemble war cries as a horde charge down the hill. Shutting the door, the highland battler coughs. "Dhìochuimhnich sinn mu na Aztecs. (We forgot about the Aztecs...)"
