Louis of Nutwood

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  1. Louis of Nutwood

    [AoM: House - Phase I] The Valley

    I go back and check the HSS every now and then, just to make sure I'm running in the right direction. Until now, I do have what is necessary to call it a village, but there's true potential to get to a town level. I agree! It's a great way to keep track of what's needed in a settlement to call home. 2020 should be the year I finally finish it. Cheers! Thanks, Kai! Your evaluation really means a lot, so I'm glad this little tale grabbed your attention. Your encouragement to maintain a lengthier story is also a boost to continue writing. Thanks for all the support, mate. And I'm glad you pointed some aspects I really like in each build. Cheers, man! Thank you, sire Grover! Point for the writers team! Your lengthier tales are certainly an inspiration to keep coming up with more robust stories. I'm glad you liked the builds, especially the first one that took me some out-of-the-box planning. Thanks for the support, sir. And congrats on the trophy for the last challenge! YES, that's what I went for. But I definitely agree that this sentence could have been written differently for better understanding. "ITS" clearly must replace "It's" and I'd go for "muddied" too. Thanks for the eye-opening, Sire Navarre. You are absolutely right, Deraven. I'm thrilled you liked the story and, although a little too dramatic, I'm glad you maintained your interest in reading it through. Not at all discouraging, Grover. In fact, I encourage your honest evaluations and critiques, as they make us all better writers and builders. But it surely warms my heart (and fingers) to know such great writer enjoys reading through my tales. Thanks, really, for all your help, guys. I only hope the stories and creative sharing will gradually improve through our community. Cheers!
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    [AoM: House - Phase I] The Valley

    Thak you, Zilmrud! It means a lot coming from the builder of the EPIC city of Zamorah. I'm currently (still!) working on the expansion of my characters village, Valnösträd, and yours is a true inspiration. Glad you liked it, mate. Eoin, the Builder. What a joy to read through your comment, fellow northern. It warms my guts to know you enjoyed reading through the story and that you find a personal style in my MOCs. I tried something different in the first build, and I'm thrilled the perspective worked. I'm already working on the next chapter, so stay tuned. It's been a while since I don't see your creations, though. Looking forward to your return with an expected building streak. Cheers, man! And thanks for the support.
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    [WIP] grist mill

    This is looking absolutely great so far. The wall texture to the right is exquisite, the falling water has a lot of movement to it, still looking natural, and the wooden structure is a great foreboding to what's to come. I'd love to see how it grows, expecting the second floor will be as impressive as the first one. I would like to see a natural path and some greener foliage, though, but I don't know what you are planning. Keep us posted!
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    Dwelf Tales: Treasure Heist

    Another breathtaking MOC, LittleJohn. The uneven paths both in the underground and in the forest ground are flawless, the trees are beautiful, the colors (including that bright green) are vibrant and fitting, and the addition of book covers is a very clever and unique take for a frame. Impressive interiors too, mate. Incredible work, very impressive.
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    Book III - Mitgardia: Guild sign-up and Discussion

    There's an old say far beyond the icy northern mountains that goes: "Often times it is not numbers that win the victory, but those who fare forward with the most vigor". 'Tis night we shall drink ale and celebrate a victorious endeavor. For Mitgardia is once again topping a mighty challenge with restless courage and strength. Raise your axes to Thor, the all-mighty, as glory is upon us, fellow Mitgardians! SKOL
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    Book III - Challenge IV: The Turning Point

    There's an old say in the cold northern mountains that goes: "Often times it is not numbers that win the victory, but those who fare forward with the most vigor". 'Tis night we shall drink ale and celebrate a victorious endeavor. For Mitgardia is once again topping a mighty challenge with courage and strength. Skol! To sire @Grover with a well deserved highest scoring entry. And Skol to all who shared their inspiring entries. Now we can only hope the remaining queen will strengthen our paths and solidify our alliances.
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    [AoM: House - Phase I] The Valley

    Thank you, sire Navarre! I'm glad you like the builds, and I'm happy you noticed the 'foreshadowing' between the micro and the following build. YES, do come back with a cup of hot beverage. Cheers! My dearest Count Deraven. I'm so glad you liked the builds! I understand skipping through the read, but make sure to come back with a cup of hot beverage. When you do, let me know what you think. As for the cliff, I'm happy with the result being my first attempt on a Forced Perspective shot. I'm particularly pleased with the farmhouse too, and thrilled you mentioned the 'monster'. Cheers, mate! Thank you for the support.
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    Age of Mitgardia (free-build-challenge)

    AoM House, Phase I.
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    [AoM: House - Phase I] The Valley

    Previously: Chapter 11. Wash away Chapter 12. The valley (Be aware: this is a heavy reading topic with eight pictures, totaling four builds. It is recommended to approach this with a cup of coffee or tea and some time to read through). South of Svalg Keep, the hills grew wild and the trees closed in around us like a flock of hungry crows. Balduin said the road through the forest was the longest, but also the safest, so we kept our steady gallop through the night. The towns and villages turned smaller as we moved, and less frequent. he road continued to dwindle, as rain continued to fall, and our horses continued to slip and slide in a road that was nothing other than mud. “It's unwise to keep moving. A horse with a broken leg might mean our deaths. I say we stop and let the rain pass”. Vekrod, the man with a ponytail observed crunching his shoulders as if it would protect him from the rain. A deep roar of a thunder sounded between the trees. Hob looked up between the branches, as if asking the gods when the water would cease to fall. His eyes stopped at a hill. It’s rock wall leaning over the valley. Vekrod and Hob stood behind, looking after the horses, while Balduin and I climbed the steep mudded path that guided us to the cliff. Heavy grey skies flung a thick fog over the trees, pressed against the green valley, lost among the mountains on the horizon. A white crack parted the clouds and cut a thick scar into a somber canvas before reaching the snowy peaks of the northern hills. Night turned into day, only for a heartbeat. Between the tangling trees, the striking lightnings, the overflowing rivers, and the dazing splattered noise, a feeble yellow light flickered alongside a dirt road. Next to it, a small stoned chimney twisted to the sky and coughed a thin line of smoke. “See that?” Balduin pointed to the house. “Let’s hope there’s room for us” “Yeah. And something to eat” From behind yellow and brownish shrubs, popped a stoned chimney that spit a dancing smoke into the grey skies. A modest stoned farmhouse was assembled among the trees. Its rockwork was cracked, but sturdy. Old straw covered the roof, barely keeping the water from getting in – but anything was better than staying outside in the cold rain. Mud pools splashed as our horses approached the old house. Muffled by the sound of falling rain, a woman’s scream caught my attention. “Kooorka!” The scream chanted louder as we rode closer to the farmhouse. A girl with a long brown hair tucked in a ponytail stepped outside the barn. Her hands were pressed around her cheeks as she screamed louder and louder at the forest. Soaked from head to toe, the girl had been in the rain for way too long. “Kooorka!” she shouted once more before her eyes met the group of men standing in front of her, under the rain. Her jaw dropped and she gasped in horror. Behind the girl, a group of chickens jumped and cocked all over the trail, ignoring the pouring rain. “Excuse us, milady” Hob stepped down from his horse and approach her. “You will stay away from my porch, sir, if you don’t want me to open your throat right here, right now” the girl stopped him in a sounding threat. “We mean no harm, milady. We need only a roof until this rain softens” “I am no lady, and this is no inn. There’s a tavern by the end of this road” the girl pointed to the east, while the rain poured over our heads. “Our horses are already too tired, ma’am. We can’t to risk losing any of these poor creatures” Hob scratched his mare’s nose and reached for his saddlebag. “And we can pay, of course” he tossed a golden coin in her direction. It blinked and landed at her foot. The girl squatted, cleaned the dirt out of the golden coin, stood up and stared at each of us. Her eyes were as big and round as the juiciest plums, as dark as the most succulent blackberries. She stared and my heart pounded harder than my chest could bare, as if a wild wolf had found me to be his next meal. Her chin pointed to the sky, and despite being short of height, her look was dominant and daring. Rain washed down her face and licked her brown hair over her shoulder, where her clothes pasted on her body and marked her thin silhouette. A puddle of mud formed underneath her, burying her feet out of one’s sight. I tried looking down, away from her, but all my strength and attention were sucked into the girl outside that farmhouse. I straightened myself upon my horse and thought of saying something. Anything. But nothing came out. “You can take the barn, then. Just leave some room for the hens”, the girl entered her house and shut the door. The barn was small and tight, barely fitting the hens, let alone a handful of baskets, a dozen chicken and four men. We managed to sit around the animals, lean on the stone walls and over the boxes, and finally all of us were under the roof. Still soaking wet, but at least protected from the raindrops taping on top of our heads. Old hinges creaked, and the door to the stoned farmhouse opened. The girl approached us, only his time, she held a couple of bread sticks and gave them to Hob. “My sister baked it. She always bakes too much, though. So... there’s no point in wasting it, right?” she looked away, while Hob took a chunk for him and passed the bread around. “Uh... Have you seen... a chicken on the way here? By the road, or maybe by the bushes?” Hob and the two men exchanged confusing looks as they tried not to choke on their bread. “a chicken?” “I... She ran away! And now I can’t find her. But she’s the fattest one, so she can’t be far. Only if a wolf got her, or a fox, she might be in danger! And my father, if he finds out I lost her...” she spoke faster after each word, and moved around nervously, not noticing she was soaking under the rain once again. “Uh... sorry, ma’am. We’ve seen no chicken” Hob told her with a crooked smile. “But it might be your lucky day, girl” Balduin, who was sitting next to me, shouted. His voice was as loud as one could expect from someone as big as him, and even the hens around us seemed startled. He stretched his long muscular arm around me, and a smile cracked deep in his fuzzy brown beard. “For you are in the presence of the finest chicken hunter in the north!” and he slapped me in the shoulder. “Will you help this fine lady find her chicken?” She looked at me with those big brown eyes. I had barely any experience with hunting, and from the way she crossed her arms, she knew that too. “Fetch me a lamplight. I will not rest until we find your chicken” I said puffing my chest open and gazing into the grey mist on the horizon. She gnarled and rolled her eyes. Once again, i felt the freezing rain tapping my shoulders as it filled my boots and made me shiver with cold. The lamplight cast a dim orange glow at the dirt road, but the falling rain kept me from seeing much further. The girl with big eyes walked on the right side of the road and I followed her track on the left side, as she screamed the chicken’s name. “How does she look like?” I asked. “She’s big and fat and... it’s a chicken” she answered as if it was obvious, though I suppose it was. Nearing the road, green and orange bushes filled with berries popped on the ground. Every one of them crusted with red and black fruits, washed in the rain. All, but one. Is that a whole? I crouched and saw no fruits or berries, and a passage of creased leaves, where even a dog could pass by, or maybe something bigger. The dirt ground inside the whole was drier. As I approached the lamplight, I saw a three-pointed mark engraved on the mud. Then another, and then another. “I think I found something!” The sound of flowing water grew louder as we followed the three-pointed footprints, and passing through the bushes, we stumbled upon a river. It was common that whenever the sky sunk and rain fell in torrents, rivers swelled and overflew. In the blink of an eye, a narrow stream could turn into the roughest river, and take anything that gets in the way. Trees, people, houses... chickens. A stoned archway formed as a bridge over the flowing river, and on top, a twisted tree stretched its branches as an umbrella. Under its leaves, more bushes popped and danced with the wind that blew harder and stronger. I narrowed my eyes and raised the lamplight in front of me. A creature, not big, but not small jumped out of the foliage and shook the water from its skin. I grabbed the pommel of my sword and ran next to the girl with big eyes. “Stay low” I whispered. “There’s something over there” I unsheathed by sword from the scabbard and left the lamplight on the ground, praying the fire wouldn’t extinguish. I stranded to the elevated archway and approached the whole left by the creature. I gazed into the darkness. Deep within, I saw the monster. Brown scales covered his round body squatted in the dirt, cocked and ready to attack. The dim light shone on his boned snout and the cold air puffed from its wholes. The monster opened his wings, screamed, and jumped at me, faster than I could realize. The ground slipped from underneath me and the sky turned around my head, as an excruciating pain struck my rear, when I landed on the soft and humid floor. Flying above me, I saw the monster. Its wings spread open, its yellow pointy snout, the red horns around its tiny head. The monster charged and screamed a deafening noise as I was lying on my back, with arms wide open, when it flew to my guts. Its claws stretched were the last thing I saw of the monster, as it landed on my stomach and carved its claws inside my skin. “Ruuuun”, I shouted to the girl. “Save yourself!” At least one of us should survive. The girl ran through the stoned archway, over the river and stopped on top of me. “Korka!” she screamed. But it was too late. The monster had jumped on the water to its death, taken away by the current, never to be seen again. There was nothing I could do. The water washed everything on its way with unnatural strength. Amidst the flowing waters, stood a small island, dividing the stream in two. Standing on top of the bank of stone, rising from the hands of Hel, I saw the undying beast. Shiny silver scales covered his round body squatted in the dirt, cocked and ready to attack. The open cuts on my stomach ached when my eyes met the monster. The dim light shone on his boned snout and the cold air puffed from its wholes. Its wings spread open, its yellow pointy snout, the red horns around its tiny head. The monster shook its head sideways and screamed. The girl cried her name. And I did what I had to do. I jumped on the freezing water and dragged myself to the island where the monster rose. I glanced at the creature and realized the snout was no more that a beak, the scales were no more than feathers, and the claws were none other than chicken feet. Fighting against the current, I left the water with the chicken in my hands. The girl ran towards me, took the monster in her arms and squeezed as it tried to break free. Those eyes studied me for a moment that could have endured for eternity, and the girl smiled the most warming and loving smile I had ever wished for. The rain never ceased. If something, it poured even harder. I was covered in mud and dirt and my back hurt every time I straightened up. But it didn’t matter. I was a hero. A knight in a shiny armor that had brought this girl’s missing chicken back to her and put a smile back upon her face. “This is Korka. Not a monster, only a fat chicken” she pointed at the brown chicken sitting on her lap. “I’m sorry she tried to eat you”. I blushed and smiled back “I can see she’s eaten many a man, already” I responded observing the perfectly round shape in the chicken’s body. “Men? Neigh. Just frightened little boys”. The girl dropped her lamplight on a puddle and splashed mud next to me – not that there wasn’t dirt enough covering me whole – and hold on to her fat chicken. I stood up and for a heartbeat, we stood side by side under that tree and watched the rain fall and disappear on the flowing river underneath us. “Tis best we get back. We ne’er know what sort of monsters we can find in the darkness of these woods, you know” Still she mocks me. When we reached back at the farmhouse, Balduin and Vekrod were tucked in a pile of straw, covered in their cloaks. The hens cocking and flapping their wings beside them didn’t seem to bother, as they looked to be resting in a deep sleep. Only Hob stood awake, observing the entrance of the girl’s property as if it were his own, as if he were a guard questioning every movement that grasped his sight. “You never told me your name” I said once we stepped on her porch and Hob bent his head forward to great us. “You never asked my name, Chicken Hunter” she answered and smiled. “It’s Dora, if you must ask. Dora. The name is almost as beautiful as she is. “My name is...” Clap. She shut the wooden door of her farmhouse before I could tell her anything else. It was nice to meet you, I thought reminiscing her round and big blackberry eyes. __________ Louis of Nutwood. Phew! Four different builds, and a full story to tell. If you've stood until the end, THANK YOU. I truly hope you enjoyed this chapter. Every build has a fully written chapter like this, but until now I chose to cut a lot from it and only post the most important bits. Let me know what you think of this layout and format. Should I stick to this larger/full chapter/reading intensive/various builds and frames presentation? Or should I have broken it into four (maybe three) topics and posted only the short version? Comments and critics as absolutely welcome, including writing tips, building observations, typos, clarifications and pointing out some phrases that could be changed. Thanks to all!
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    [MOC] Micro Castle

    That's a great build, man. I really like it. It looks like a really elegant little castle. I like the colors you used, but I think some different colors could help discern a couple aspects of the build. For instance, I really like the entrance under the gatehouse, but if you had used a brown slope I'd look at it as a wooden drawbridge with a different splash of color. Also, I really like how you managed to build the banners/flags (considering you went for flags) on top, but maybe it could be more interesting to go for a different color for the roofs. Furthermore, adding some foliage around the castle could add another mile to the build. And finally, adding a black base to wrap the MOC up could make it stand out even more. Excellent build, man. Keep it up. Can't wait to see more from you, specially in castle themes. Cheers! And welcome to EuroBricks.
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    Former Total Noob (now just noob) starts Castle Project

    It's already looking really good, man! It is great to see the evolution, step by step, as you progress from just a few bricks to a beautiful keep and battlements. Can't wait to see it grow. Keep it up, mate!
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    [MOC] Farrador Inn

    Great work here, Frumpy. The squarish uneven base makes it really different and unique. Nice addition of greenery and natural life. I love the architecture and color choice in the inn exterior. The chimney is beautifully done and that roof is really cool. The cobblestone flooring is great too, and minifigure posing is the highest point for me. Great job, man.
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    [MOC] Mitgardia Advent Calendar

    Lady Aurore, I'm still amazed that you've pulled it together so consistently and in such high quality. The builds - all of them - are absolutely lovely. It warms my heart to know how much thought you've put in each and every one of these perks. Imagining that all are a piece of Mitgardian history, still being thematic to the holidays period is really inspiring and impressive. The last ones (tree and sleigh) are particularly my favorites (although larger). The sleigh has such clever use of parts, still being simple and representing Mitgardian Santa. Lovely! And the tree is incredibly elegant even being of small scale. The bonfire is fantastic too! Super intelligent and efficient build. I'm still scrolling through all the days and builds and grasping what lasts of the holiday spirit in these pages. Amazing work, lady Aurore. Thank you for your lovely contribution.
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    Sabishi Monastery

    I've commented on Flickr, but this masterpiece deserves a ton of more appreciation in every medium possible. Absolutely impressive and outstanding work. Very fitting with the frozen-Ninjago-generals from the recent wave. The snow-work is beautifully made, extremely natural. I love the stone-work at the bottom of the wooden structures being slightly squarish textured. Using barrels is fantastic. The dead foliage is impressively good-looking and the angle to the roofs adds a great touch of movement. Not to mention color choices, that are perfect. The little bird nest and the brick built deer are exemplary details that give life to this scenery. And the way the lamps are slightly bent shows how windy the monastery should be - I'm not sure if that was the intention, but it totally sells it for me. Finally, the waterfall is great! And the fact that we can only see a small part of it in the main picture, makes it feel like a hidden egg. Makes me want to look further into the build and pictures. Does it have interiors and furnishing? Would a picture from the back show us a fully built shrine, symbols of worship and an ancient dojo? Or mainly colorful DUPLO bricks and technic structures? - If it's the first one, I'm dying to see it. If it's the second one, I'd prefer to leave it to my imagination. Exceptional attention to detail as expected from such skillful builders. Amazing and very inspiring work, guys.
  15. Louis of Nutwood

    [AoM: Stables - Phase II] Don't Look Back

    Thank you, sire mrcp6d. It warms my cold Mitgardian heart to know you enjoyed this. The roofing was particularly challenging to build, but I'm very satisfied with the final result, and I'm glad you liked it as well. Cheers, fellow builder!