Ross Fisher

TBH, only if the missing story pieces are filled in.

We kinda let this series stall, which is a real shame. Here's the last build I did for it:

Is there any chance you could dial back the complexity to make it easier to launch? We don't need complex rule sets and charts of who owns what. We just need an excuse to build.

? No. I already explained this comment was about my last character?

@ImBrickingIt Smart thinking! It makes sense to start with a younger character, so that they can age with the game, gain promotions and earn properties at a logical pace. I started with an already old character seven years ago and the weird uptick in his career at a late stage has always bothered me. Plus now he should be in a retirement home, not roaming the brick seas.

They grow up so fast. Kid probably doesn't even remember the 90s.

We have our leader!

You're a man of vision @Jeff of Clubs. We all recognise that. I only wish I could somehow give you some of my spare time. We look forward to the big reveal as and when it happens.

Hello October! When do we think BOBS will be bobbing again? Let's start a sweepstake!

Nice twist! How many more episodes does this story have?

@LoganOfBrickener Ah, perfect!

Welcome aboard! The images aren't working for me, where are you hosting them?

Bit early for that, but aren't we owed a BOTBS Soccer Tournament?

Time for another Transition Challenge? Build your Sig's Lair/Office/Chambers/Cabin/Tent?

I think only the pickelhaubes are custom. Everything else is TLG.

Except women or children - naturally.

Thanks! I'm hoping it might be a little more funny or freaky than the Archbishop.

Story of my life. But seriously, I'm going to have some fun with this. He'll almost certainly run across Section 13 at some point, and the Freemasters' Lodge could be a lot of fun to explore.

Thus is the tale of André Giefaux set out: ACT I: The End of an Easy Life 1. De Royne's Return 2. The Thessalonike ... ? The Investiture of Giefaux

Waves curled along beneath the boat, caught by sunbeams into a thousand crystal sparks. A fresh ocean breeze shoved at the sails and dragged them onward to the mainland. The salt spray was cold and refreshing, and did much to soothe André's thick headache - even as the lurching deck was playing havoc with his stomach. De Royne leant nonchalantly on the quarter deck rail - for all the world like a man who hadn't led a thorough debauchery the night before, and was, instead simply out for a pleasant jaunt this fine Sunday morning. He inclined himself towards the younger man; "It occurs to me that you may have a bigger problem once I make landfall." He offered. "Oh?" asked Giefaux. He didn't trust himself to open his mouth any further without voiding his stomach. "I don't know what your allowance is like, but I imagine your dear father might cut you off after a stunt like this? You'll need an income. One won't keep a ship and crew like this for long if one can't afford their maintenance." "Huh." he replied. He had never earned a penny in his life. The romantic dreams of the night before were meeting the cold light of day. Was this all going to be short-lived? "I have an offer. Of course, you're welcome to refuse - it does come with a degree of danger. You'd be smuggling an item to a certain gentleman on Oleon." André's head snapped towards de Royne. The Margraves of Giefaux had spent much of their history trying to wipe out smuggling between Hernsey and mainland Corrington. Was the man he admired just so much sea scum? "Oh don't look at me like that," de Royne observed. "It's nothing illegal. There's no crimes being committed here." "Then why is it smuggling?" "It's like this;" he struggled, "Certain privileged individuals have exclusive knowledge. Other individuals need access to that knowledge. They pay me to provide that. But it involves a degree of discretion. Even after the secrets are exposed, no-one can suspect my involvement." "So you're a spy." "Ungh!" de Royne tensed up with frustration. "I am a gentleman. I work to ensure conflicts are resolved long before they cause issues for the parties involved." "And which nation are you currently betraying, cousin?" he felt so stupid for having come on this boat ride. He was going to have to find his own way home somehow. And he had been so excited at this chance. "I'm not betraying *any* nation. I work freelance for private individuals. On this occasion I'm working for a businessman based out of Durmont sur Doix. I gathered together some information on one of his rivals in Carno - trade secrets, client lists, bidding strategies, that sort of thing - honestly it's better if you don't know specifics." "And, what, you're going to sell these secrets?" "No. You're going to sell them." "Me?" "Less my 10% finders' fee, of course. You'll act as my agent, so I'll let you keep another 10% cut. You'll put the rest into keeping the Thessalonike running." "So businesslike," answered Giefaux, unsure of whether he was impressed with the organised thought behind this, or whether he was put off by the way a dashing nobleman (and one he admired) could act like such a tradesman when it came to subterfuge. "I mean it," de Royne continued. "Don't think you can gamble this and come away with a bigger pot. Made that mistake once or twice at the start of my own voyage and it nearly cost me everything. Since the main thing you have to lose is actually mine, this is one lesson I'd prefer you didn't learn for yourself." "This all seems a little overwhelming." "You didn't imagine setting out on your own would be easy? The world would just fall in your lap like - do they still have strumpets in Hernsey? Life is hard - even for those of us lucky enough to be born to silk sheets. If you want to build a fortune of your own you're going to have to work bloody hard for it. There will be times when you'll doubt yourself. You'll be tempted to give it all up and run back to the shadow of mummy's skirts, but you mustn't. Stay the course! Fortify yourself with the joys of independence; emancipation; freedom. Take satisfaction in working hard and with cunning. And when you do earn your reward, by all that is holy, put it to good use!" "You really ought to go into speech writing, William." answered André. "You think?" He replied. "I'll look into it." And as they skimmed along, the two men settled into a relaxed quiet.

I do love that shower of gold. Very active! Who are the Daca? Did you invebt them for the storyline? I understood that the Tyree'dee were the natives of El Oleonda. Are they a Tribe?

Quick show of hands, who would be interested in some Guelph stories? @Khorne and I are looking at throwing out some builds, probably in the new year. Nothing too joined-up. Not a collab or anything. Just, do your own thing, in Guelph! For anyone not paft of Oleon, you're welcome to join the Foreign Legion, or moc some rebel builds. What does everyone reckon?

How are the new rules coming along? I'm particularly curious how the current nations are going to work. You've hinted that it could be very different. I'm curious what the new sandbox will look like.

As mentioned on Flickr, it's a very BURPy build. I imagine you don't get many opportunities to use those pieces, so it's fun that they're here.

Lovely portrait. Hilarious pose.