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    [Custom CMF] Heroes of Mitgardia

    SUCH an inspiration for all of us depicting Mitgardians in our builds. The use of Chima torsos is phenomenal, here. Each minifigure is very unique on its own and perfectly fitting in Mitgardian settings. The Pathfinder, the Marksman and the Ice Mage are three of my favorites. Absolutely beautiful choices, Lady Aurore. Keep up the good work in expanding our Mitgardian Encyclopedia. Skol!
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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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    [AoM: House - Phase I] The Valley

    Thank you, The Stad, for your kind words. I'm happy you liked the builds, and glad the story kept you engaged to the finish. Cheers! Thank you, Sire Lucky Luke! I'm glad you mentioned each build and pointed out a few things that you liked - as for the tree on the first build, I'm with you. I'm not the biggest fan of that tree, but at least the thunder steals the focus of the MOC, right? Thanks for the support, mate!
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    [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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    [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.
  17. Chapter 10. The large oaken gates of the keep opened to a cleansing wind that pierced through my leather jerkin and made my guts stop twisting. My cloak pulled and flapped behind my back, giving farewells to the nauseating stench inside those thick stoned walls. - The Lions will be here soon enough. We must leave this place. – said one of the prisoners, running towards the stables. His messy hair flowing over his grey eyes. The sky was painted in pink as the sun rested among the trees. Delicate white specks fell from the sky, adding layers on top of the snow covering the ground. The stable’s wooden roof was torn and rotten, and barely protected the horses from the falling snow. Hob ran his hand across the long nose of a chestnut-colored mare, to calm her down. Frozen icicles fell from her humid mane. I approached the brown stallion and patted him on the neck. He neighed and a cloud of frozen air came out of his nose. There, there. I fastened the bag of coins to the saddle and jumped up on his back. Hob’s companions entered the tower that neared the stalls – looking for more lion guards, or just food, I could not say – but both left with chunks of frozen apple and carrots, horse provisions, inside their mouths and sacks. I figured they hadn’t eaten for the past days. - Where we headed? – I asked and they exchanged wary looks. - The boy can be trusted, Balduin. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be out of that stinking cell – said Hob. I didn’t have much choice, but I guess it was true. Balduin fastened the saddle on a velvet-black Appaloosa and pulled himself up. - Follow me. We won’t stop until we get there. It is best that we ride through the night. – He pulled his hood up, covering his face, tucking his ponytail and shielding himself from the cold. The horses moved one after the other, into the forest. Behind us, a red trail of blood tainted the snow and the leaves and the air, though apparently the only one who could see it was I. ... and the gods. I turned my head and glanced at the keep. Its walls sinking behind the trees; its lanterns fading into a distant glow, smaller and smaller with the gallop. The sun set on our backs, so we rode in the shadows, listening to the blowing wind between the branches of the trees, singing in our cold ears. The keep was left behind, but I could hear the desperate screams loud and clear. ________ The stables lean on the walls of Svalg Keep, situated on the lower part of the Bay of Storms, in the cold lands of Mitgardia. This is a continuation from the previous chapter 9.2 Payback. Hope you all like the story and the build. This is the first time I actually used GIMP to treat the photos as a recurring recommendation. Please, let me know what you think. Your feedback is always much appreciated. Entry for Age of Mitgardia - Stables Phase II. Thank you! Sir Louis of Nutwood.
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    [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!
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    AoM Tower Phase 2: Herfin Telosuren

    Man, I’m astonished by how beautiful and unique this fortress is. Herfin Telosuren took some time to present itself, but it truly amazed me. The use of colors is impressive! The green dome surrounded by a perfectly round white structure, the golden splashes (including the very clever use of katanas), the tiny details in tan, and of course, the colorful vegetation popping out from inside the walls. I would say it seemed too well preserved for such an ancient and forgotten structure, but your mention of “seemingly untouched by time” situates the ambience. Maybe with a little magic? The shrine is a beautiful and delicate touch. The greenery is very diverse and perfectly positioned. I love the larger tree on the left, and how it bends on the face of the rocks. As for the build, I think it is absolutely awesome! Though, it might benefit even more to add some pebbles or texture to the dark tan ground entering the fortress. The story is marvelous, really well written and made me more curious to know more about the tower and the place it sits on. Do you have any other stories or mythical legends portraying this place? Or a curse that follows the ones who visit the temple? Perhaps people might hear voices from worlds beyond this after praying to the unknown god in the shrine? Beautiful work and addition to Mitgardia, The Stad. Keep it up!
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    [AoM: Stables - Phase I] Wash away

    Previously: Chapter 10. Don't look back Chapter 11. Wash away The sun had long set behind the mountains, so we rode by the dim silvery light cast by the full moon. Shadows formed between the branches and trunks, and made my mind see images that I could only hope were not there. We left the road and entered the woods, only to trust the moon and the stars and the echoes and the cries to guide our paths. Hours had passed and the horses kept their slow pace, careful not to trick or fall on the stones and broken branches hidden in the dark. The forest once coated with white snow gave way to dripping icicles hanging from the trees and slippery pools formed under their trunks. Lifeless leaves held ponds of ice that fell to the ground as we passed, melting in the dirt. Slow and steady. The earthy smell of grass and moss grew stronger as the sound of a flowing river grew louder. We are heading south. Dazed with the throttle and lost in the whistling sound of the wind and tinkling of our coins, I only came to my senses when a shout echoed between the trees. - Hold on, boys. – Hob had walked to the shore and stood next to the frigid green waters of the river, staring at the water. What is he looking at? It started with one splash. Tap. Then another. Tap. And then another. Tap, tap, tap. Soon, the whole pond was splashing with falling waterdrops, poking our heads from the sky, and wetting our cloaks on their way to the ground. A light tapping sound suddenly became a thunderous ovation among the trees. And then, the sky sunk on our heads. A huge lighting crossed the clouds and suddenly it was day again, but only for a second. The light was followed by a deafening roar that made my chest tremble and the trees shake off their dead leaves. A forewarning. Hob opened his arms, leaned his head facing the sky, so that the raindrops would hit him in the face. And he laughed. He laughed louder than the roars of the rain. Louder than the waterflows of the creaks. Louder than the blowing wind and crackling of leaves. - Freyr! We thank you for your kindness! We thank you for your gift! Soon we shall dine and drink in Odin’s Hall! – Hob shouted at the grey skies, saluted the gods and laughed, laughed, laughed. - It seems the god of rain wishes to take our lives, brother. – Shouted the man with a fuzzy hair. - No, my friend! Freyr is on our side. And he just made sure no one is to follow us here. – Hob stared at the trail behind us, where once were the markings of our footprints, now washed away and faded among the dirt. Hob laughed again. Only this time, he was not laughing alone. ________ Louis of Nutwood This is an entry for Age of Mitgardia: Stables - Phase I. It is also a little break from such cold and snowy environments. So we are heading to warmer lands in the south for a little bit. For the first time I adventured myself in using this fully SNOT technique for the tan rocks (which I think looks super cool!) and transparent studs as ice and rain (that I'm not that sure about). I hope you like this chapter. Please, let me know what you think. Skål! ________
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    [AoM: Stables - Phase I] Wash away

    That's great, sir Grover! I believe 5% is fair. At least it is a boost if more robust stories are to be encouraged. And I remember reading an already existing Fandom Wiki page for each of the guilds before joining. They are fairly complete and very informative! Things like environment and geography, culture, food and some governing bodies are present in all of them. Of course, the same information is present in these treads, but feels good to have a wiki layout that could be complemented and revisited over time. Cheers!
  22. Louis of Nutwood

    [AoM: Stables - Phase I] Wash away

    Well, fetch your charms and trophies, wanderers. The region was indeed raged by numerous knights and warriors looking for the Giant Ake Forebear, if I remember the tales. When nearby families reported attacks of a reckless giant, the realm offered a reward for the one who could slay this beast. With either sword, fire, spell or charm, many have pursued Ake the Giant, but none was successful to fulfill the king's quest. The region was devastated during the hunt and Ake was never found. These recent events might justify the remnants of dark magic and the abundance of red-leaved trees. I'll look forward to having the results of your methodical analysis, Lady Aurore. And thank you for your most kind readiness. You might have saved lives, here. Interesting... Interesting... I love the idea of an Encyclopedia engulfing Natural elements, Historical events and Mythology. *Idea to moderators @soccerkid6: to have an Encyclopedia (which could certainly be additions to the FandomWiki page, moderately) regarding: 1. Natural Environment Elements and Information 2. Historical events that shaped the world as we know. 3. Myths, heroes, deities, beliefs. The builds accompanied by these explanatory elements could receive additional points as challenge entries or free-builds. That gives more chance for builders with smaller brick collections to score higher and contribute more with the rankings. Plus, they will certainly increase the group's abilities in storytelling and world-building. Is there anything of the sort going on? I sense sire @Grover will be on-board too. Lady @Aurore, I think this is a beautiful idea taking shape. Skol!
  23. Louis of Nutwood

    [AoM: Stables - Phase I] Wash away

    Sire Grover, sire. Another much welcomed and hoped critical evaluation from a builder I grew to admire deeply. I gotta say: I love your logical approach to our stories and find these questions are what really makes us think about 'what makes sense' when building and writing. So, I'll gladly try to answer your questions and look forward to seeing the following ones. :D The trans-clear was initially only supposed to be ice. After positioning the studs on the tree, I figured they could even work as raindrops. Unable to decide, I left the decision to the viewer (not the best decision, I know). The tree with red leaves, however, might not represent autumn period, but simply a tree that has red leaves throughout the whole year (winter year-round in Mitgardia). @Aurore, the most famous herbalist in Mitgardia might be able to help us sort what type of tree that might be. I might have heard something about Acer Capillipes, but I can be wrong. Having rain, I though better not to add another element such as snow. But I understand how this brusque environment change can be a bit confusing. Summing up: they walked down to the base of the cold mountains heading south, to where there was no more snow, but it was still cold. There was ice everywhere and they stopped at the bottom of a red leaved tree. Heading south from the Bay of Storms, one may run across a region that was once completely taken by the seas. Thousand years ago, when the seas dried, new paths reveled caves and walls that were once hidden underneath the ocean. These caves and walls were mainly formed by a rare type of what the Elders called Limestone - a type of sedimentary rock composed of fragments of oceanic life, distinguishable for its round shapes and light tan colors that vibrate with the touch of the sun. Due to its high concentration of minerals, this Limestone is one of the most dense rocks known in the realm, being close to impenetrable. So impenetrable that even moisture is little absorbed by the rock, while its light tan color remains stagnant through different seasons of the yearlong. Generals and builders still struggle to find solutions to implement this stone into military buildings. You might be surprised, sir Grover, with how strong and resilient the Mitgardian lily pads can be. Like a plague, they pop and come to life in the most frigid, godforsaken parts of the North. I call this a missing chance. Putting trans-clear ice would be a much better solution, now thinking about it. Always a pleasure to read through your comments, Sire Grover. And I'm thrilled you liked the build and put the effort on trying to understand every bit of the world we are building in our heads (and then in bricks). Thank you for your true support and critical contribution. Cheers, mate. Thanks, fellow warrior Eoin Wallace. These formations are not the most common throughout Mitgardia, so I'm very glad to share some different parts of our world. And I'm happy you liked it, man. Thank you fort the support!
  24. Louis of Nutwood

    [AoM: Stables - Phase I] Wash away

    Thank you, Aurore! I'm very glad you liked the build. I recognize the icicles might be questionable, but I'm happy you appreciate them in red leaves. Thanks for the support! Thank you for commenting, sire Navarre! I did consider using green leaves, but thought the whole build would be a bit too monochromatic. But I understand how swamps can (or should) be indeed monochromatic. I'm glad you liked the base though, as I'm particularly pleased with this result as well. Thanks for the support, mate!