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Micah would be unable to arrive in Wolfhaven where he had grown up in time for the funeral of his father. The letter from Lord Mark Crawford, Esq. did not arrive in Alrinsport until four days after the funeral was held. His parents had been given a large amount of land in the Wolfhaven region of the country by King Arlin II in honor of Alexander's service during the 49 Year War. The region lay to the west of Belson. Micah had not been home for the last several months as his new adventures were keeping him busy in the islands to the east. His father's passing was quite unexpected even though he was well along in years. The funeral was attended by many of the local governmental officials, as well as military commanders who had served with Lord Alexander. They all gathered to say their last goodbyes. His widow, Sarah, and eldest son, Alexander II, made sure to greet everyone who attended, thanking them for their well wishes. His daughter, Rebekah, and her husband, Simon, were also present and mingling among the guests. Once everyone had arrived the family sat to the side of the casket, while the guests sat in front. The casket was closed and guests were allowed to speak on the late Lord Alexander as well as place flowers and mementos upon the casket. The family lined up in front of the family crypt that Alexander had built. Then the guests also lined up to pay their final respects. The soldiers then fired off a salute in his honor. If you want to catch up or review the backstory read here. Another shot of the funeral: SAM_7345
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Challenge II, Category A - North Head Battery Dirk's previous story can be found here Bregir's characters have been used with his permission. ------------------------------------------------------- After a fortnight’s hard work, the Colonial Half Battery that Dirk Allcock had been directed to site and supervise construction of was complete, and the temporary Governor of King’s Harbour, Captain Jonathan Cooke, was coming for an inspection. Dirk hoped the Governor would be impressed. With the assistance of Midshipman Knowles, he had carefully selected an appropriate site that had commanding views of the wide entrance to the bay, and provided a suitable field of fire in conjunction with the already established battery on the southern side. The chosen position sat at the edge of a rocky cliff, overlooking wide stretches of beach and enclosed by vegetation all sides. A small path had been cleared leading down into a nearby cove for access and resupply and it was this path that the Governor and his entourage now approached on. Dirk was a little nervous, for he had slightly exceeded his orders in that he had made some modifications to the prefabricated half battery design, which called for a straight palisade of wood to protect the two 24 pound guns. Whilst the original palisade design was more than suitable for protection from small arms, Dirk had felt that given the position and purpose of the battery; the palisade would be better suited with sloping walls to attempt to deflect any heavy shot from vessels trying to force entrance to the bay. Dirk's second improvisation was off a slightly larger scale. He had found a stone mason newly arrived in the colony, and had quickly press ganged him into building a small furnace adjunct to the battery. The purpose for this was not so the garrison could bake fresh bread (although the Colonial gunners were impressed!). Rather it was so the 24pound shot could be heated until red hot. This heated shot could then be employed against any enemy vessels attempting to force entry to the harbour. Fire, always the greatest fear onboard a wooden vessel, was the inevitable result of being struck by heated shot. Heated shot was usually only available to large, established forts, so to employ it in a makeshift half battery was un-heard off. Dirk however, always the innovator, simply could not resist pushing the boundaries of the possible. Captain Cooke arrived, and with him was the man Dirk had travelled to Cocovia to meet, Don Isaac Montoya. Montoya nodded at Dirk, the two had matters both were eager to discuss. Both men were passionate natural philosophers, and Montoya was proposing the establishment of a New World Branch of the Royal Society of Natural Philosophy. Duty, however, came first, and Dirk’s duty to the crown had meant reporting to Captain Cooke first, and the naval officer had entrusted him with establishing this battery, crucial to the defences of the new settlement. After pleasantries were exchanged, Captain Cooke made a detailed inspection of the site, the guns and the powder, ammunition storage and lastly the furnace. Dirk explained his modified design and the Governor carefully studied the fields of fire the guns provided. During this time, Montoya spied something on the beach below that captured his full attention. A notebook appeared in his hands as if by magic, and he began furiously taking notes and making sketches. “I say” he announced “I have never seen a sea turtle like it” Instantly distracted from the inspection, Dirk glanced down at the beach and at the large turtle crawling up it. “Ah yes, I call them ‘banded turtles’ due to the unusual dark horizontal band across the bottom third of the carapace. I believe that will be a female coming ashore to lay eggs” replied Dirk excitedly. “The natives hereabouts say that this area is a major breeding ground for them, although this is the first I seen come ashore.” “Yes that band is indeed unlike anything I have seen before” commented Montoya “The natives also say that the female turtles will return to precisely the spot they were hatched from to lay their eggs, although how they discern this fact I have no idea” added Dirk. Both men were now totally absorbed watching the turtle, making observations and comments as if the bemused governor and crew of the half battery did not even exist. “Is there a way down onto the beach?” Asked Montoya. Captain Cooke gave a slight shake of his head, and his lips turned slightly up in a grin. He knew his patron and good friend, Montoya, well enough to know that any hope of further discussions of arcs of fire or powder storage were hopeless. He also recognised the same traits in this Army officer. Truth be told he was well pleased with the battery. It had saved him the work of supervising the construction himself, and the location was indeed ideal. The modifications, to the battery design, while slightly un-orthodox, were indeed inspired. Only the Army would thought of something as devilishly effective as heated shot. The Naval officer in him disapproved. Fire was the enemy of all sailors. The governor in him however, was excited at this new capability. He nodded to his entourage; He would leave the two men to their turtle, the never-ending needs of the new settlement were calling him back to the harbour. ------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed the rather long story! This has been my biggest build to date (a full 48x48), although I think my Cat B entry looks bigger! Actually there are a few firsts here for me, it is also my largest attempt at rock work, first brick built animal (sort off) and first time I've collaborated with another builder for the story (Cheers Bregir!). As always, comments and criticism welcome! Dirk's story continues here
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"Tales from Another World" is perhaps one of the most famous fantasy-fiction series of novels ever written. In one of its stories, there is exists a nation known as Sparta, renowned for their military prowess, but also for their austerity and discipline. Named after this fabled military powerhouse, the HMS Sparta was commissioned as a warship in 588 AE, towards the end of the 49 years war. She saw her last action at "The Engagement of Pentagora Peninsular", during the final stages of the 49 year war. In one of the bloodiest sea battles every recorded, she famously held back a last ditch attempt to attack the Corrington mainland by a small Oleon fleet of 5 warships, all by herself. Captain Gerald L. Steward (545-590 AE, posthumously promoted to Vice-Admiral) led his men into a daring head-on clash with the Oleon fleet. HMS Sparta charged into the Oleon formation, firing full broadsides at close range, then proceeded to board Oleon ship, Le Tournesol, with the entire crew complement, led by Captain Steward himself. Shocked by the unconventional tactics, Le Tournesol was quickly overrun and commandeered, then directed to crash right into the side of another Oleon ship, C'est la Vie, which was then taken with yet another full boarding action. Oleon ships Amaranthe and Le Chat Noir attempted a pincer boarding manoeuvre to attempt to take back C'est la Vie. It seemed that all was lost for Captain Steward and his men, exhausted and worn down by attrition. But in a desperate but brilliant tactical move, Captain Steward ordered the powder stores of C'est la Vie to be set alight. The resultant explosion killed everyone on board the C'est la Vie, and set alight both the Amaranthe and Le Chat Noir, leading to a series of chain explosions when their respective powder stores ignited. The captain of the last Oleon ship, Le Bouffon, lost all morale after witnessing the scene of carnage, and exclaimed, "C'est de la folie!", before giving a hasty order to retreat. Nearly all the crew of the HMS Sparta was killed in action, yet she survived. The remaining skeleton crew managed to sail her back to port and her bloodiest battle would forever be part of legend. While heroes and legends are made in war, in times of peace, life goes on. After the war, she was converted into a supply ship, removing most of her cannons for cargo space. A quarter of a century later, with Commodore Anselm Whitegate in command, she still sails the Brick Seas, supporting the Empire's colonies by delivering precious supplies to the frontiers. This is HMS Sparta. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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[COR-FB] CorTéx Language and Cultural Research Institute
CelesAurivern posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Established in 616 AE for the betterment of relations between Ténotclaxcan tribes and Corrington, headed by the amiable Mr. Townsend. This facility is located within the village of the Etalpalli, a Ténotclaxcan sub-tribe located south of the island of Annetta, closest to Port Raleigh. The architecture of this building is mostly native, with a little Corlandish design, courtesy of Merryweather Lumberjacks, Woodworks and Carpentry. Constructed entirely from natural materials, the hallmark of a Ténotclaxcan building is that its walls are not fully enclosed and there is no floor, except for the ground on which it was built upon. As their traditions and lifestyle are animism oriented, this deliberate design enables them to be at one with nature; minimal boundaries with the land and plenty of ventilation. In Etalpalli, all houses are built on the ground level and single level. The downside to this is that in periods of high rainfall, flooding may occur. When that happens, tribe members will evacuate their homes temporarily to seek higher ground. This is where Corlandish flavour comes in with a two storey building, thus providing continual shelter even in very wet seasons. Displayed prominently at the front wall of each house is a symbol of the tribe's patron animal, the bird. At CorTéx LaCRI, we have chosen a native bird, the Greater Horned Casabana, knowned for its constitution and resilience, to be our representative symbol. It is our wish that relations between Ténotclaxca and Corrington will continue to improve and have the resilience to withstand even the most trying of times. This symbol is, of course, a carving made of wood, as it is considered taboo to display any dismembered part of a patron animal, with exception of feathers. Being animists, the Etalpalli also practice a form of geomancy. The four lighted boulders you see are strategically placed to signify a relationship based on strong foundations and that will always burn brightly. Mr. Townsend: Good day, Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for taking the time today to participate in our cultural study of the Ténotclaxcans. A lot of people have been asking about the 'outlandish' headgear that certain tribe members wear. Well, that will be our topic of discussion for today. Contrary to popular belief, the members do not wear their headgear all the time. In day to day life, they simply go without headgear, as you can see with our volunteers of the Etalpalli tribe, who sport shaven heads, men and women alike. The significance of the headgear itself can be likened to traditional family heraldry, such as those of the noble families in Corrington. The time when they are adorned is usually when there is an official function, such as a ceremony or a celebration, and also in combat, such that it serves to intimidate. As you might already know, our friends from the Etalpalli follow animist traditions, which is practiced by many Ténotclaxcans. Most tribes have their own patron animal, and for our friends here, their patron animals are birds. The headgear of each respective tribe will display an element from their patron animal. This lovely couple here has natural albatross feathers in their headgear. While this male couple *ahem*, has opted to colour the feathers in their headgear according to personal preferences. And now, we shall have a short recess. We have prepared some light refreshment in our little shelter. Please help yourselves. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Special thanks to Faladrin for his endorsement. -
[ESL-FB] ESL-COR Duel: Yes, the actual duel is finally here!
Capt Wolf posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
This is a continuation of the story of animosities (or is it misunderstandings?) between Mr. John Hawksbrugh of Corrington and Captain Philip “Pip” Janszen of Eslandola. Their story began when Janszen encountered Hawksbrugh telling the tale of his escape from an Oleander prison with the aide of Lady Winifred in “Transvestite Prison Escape” and Janszen suggested that Hawksbrugh had hidden under the Lady’s skirt to escape. From there, Hawksbrugh called out Janszen in the Kings Port Advertiser, calling him an “Oleander turncoat,” to which Janszen took offense, as we saw in “Duel? We will see honor upheld!” Janszen sent an open letter to Port Raleigh, returning the challenge to Hawksbrugh, and we saw Hawksbrugh’s response in “Angling for a Duel.” Upon receiving Hawksbrugh’s response, Janszen is amused that Hawksbrugh is “taking instruction” and decides that the duel should be to first blood (so as to avoid murder charges) and then has an impromptu sparring session on the dock with his first mate in “Prelude to a Duel: Practice makes Perfect.” Meanwhile, pirates attacked Port Raleigh. Lady Pauline Norrington warned the settlement of the attack, and Hawksbrugh saved her life when some of the pirates attempt to kidnap her in “Dastardly Attack on Port Raleigh.” * * * After the pirate attack on Port Raleigh had been turned back and Mr. Hawksbrugh had rescued Lady Norrington, she asked him about the upcoming duel: “I’ve seen the public notice about the challenge between an Eslandolan seafarer and a John Hawksbrugh. Are you the man that is to duel Pip Janszen?” “Yes, I am. Why do you ask? You sound like you know him.” “I do, but it’s been a decade since I’ve seen him. We were so young then . . . but old enough," she said wistfully. "I thought Pip was relegated to my memories at this point; I didn’t dare dream our paths would cross again. Please don’t hurt him.” “M’lady, I believe Janszen is far more experienced with the blade than I. I will be doing all I can to make sure he doesn't hurt me.” Lady Norrington pondered this, then a glint came to her eye. “Can you defend his opening moves? If you can keep yourself unharmed at the start, I think I can get him to drop his guard. When he does, make your strike, but please do not hurt him.” “I will do my best, m’lady. Thank you for your help.” Hawksbrugh began to realize how special this lady was. “No, thank you. ’Tis the least I can do. But be sure not to mention me to him before your duel. The element of surprise will be critical.” “Of course.” * * * Janszen had intended to sail for Port Raleigh as soon as his trade run was complete, but Hurricane Stepho intervened and Janszen and crew were adrift at sea until rescued by Captain Velvetine and the crew of the Corrington trader Valkyrie (see “Hurricane vs Sloop: Hurricane Wins”). Finally arriving in Port Raleigh, Captain Janszen once again thanked Captain Velvetine for rescuing them. Janszen and his first mate, Anthony Crol, made their way to the Flask and Flagon to ask about Hawksbrugh’s whereabouts. The kitchen boy was dispatched to find Mr. Hawksbrugh and, after a stout drink, Janszen announced that he would await Hawksbrugh’s return down on the beach and their duel could commence. As Janszen headed to the beach, a small crowd gathered and followed him to see the duel – high entertainment it would be! When Lady Norrington heard what was happening, she hurried to the beach as well, but stayed hidden in the crowd. When Hawksbrugh arrived, he and Janszen exchanged words. “I have apologized for my comments regarding your loyaties, sir,” stated Hawksbrugh, “but I must defend the honor of Lady Winifred.” “And I have apologized for my remarks about your Lady Winifred, but your remarks about my loyalties demand action,” replied Janszen. “You have given me the choice of pistols or swords, and I choose swords. Since you have given me that choice, and because you apologized, I have proposed that our contest be to first blood: He who draws blood first shall be the winner. Is this acceptable to you?” “It is.” “Then let us begin.” And with that they bowed to each other and the duel began. Janszen started with some playful attacks, testing his opponent, and Hawksbrugh successfully parried. Soon Hawksbrugh was the aggressor, and Janszen parried the attacks as he sized up his opponent. Hawksbrugh had been training this past month, and Janszen judged him a good student. His form was good and he displayed some confidence, but he was still relatively inexperienced. Janszen had had little trouble so far, but thought it time to stop playing. Janszen countered one of Hawksbrugh’s thrusts and quickly had him on the defensive. Lady Norrington quietly moved through the crowd as Philip’s attacks became more aggressive. Janszen had Hawksbrugh back on his heels now. He would have his victory shortly. But Lady Norrington had maneuvered herself several yards behind Hawksbrugh, directly in Janszen’s line of sight. As Janszen made one particularly aggressive move, Lady Norrington caught his eye and smiled a smile than he had not seen in a decade. For a moment he was in shock. “Pauline?” he said . . . . . . and in that moment his focus was lost. Hawksbrugh countered with a sharp thrust to Janszen’s left shoulder. “Ow!” “First blood, sir,” declared Hawksbrugh triumphantly. “You are defeated.” Janszen dropped his sword and held the wound with his right hand, but his attention was still on Lady Norrington. “Pauline . . . how? Where . . . ?” “Mr. Hawksbrugh saved me in the recent pirate attack on this settlement. In return, I told him I would help him win this duel if he promised not to hurt you. How bad is the wound?” “It stings, but I am not injured.” Turning to Hawksbrugh, Janszen continued. “Sir, I misjudged you. You are a true gentleman, and I recant and apologize for suggesting you were anything else, especially in regard to your Lady Winifred.” “What’s more, you have presented me with a gift I never expected – to see Lady Pauline again." And with that, Janszen turned to her and they embraced. Janszen's first mate stood beside Hawksbrugh as they watched the reunion. “You have no idea what this means to him,” said Crol. “I believe you have a friend for life.” * * * Here's an overview of the beach scene: Thanks to Fuzzy MacFuzz and CelesAurivern for use of their characters. -
[COR - CHIIB] Return of the Torturer and K.G. Strikes Back
SkaForHire posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
PART THREE: Return of the Torturer and K.G. Strikes Back Part One Part Two What a strange man K.G. Nichols really was, he had a thick draw, but Sully Tanner was unsure of where the accent was from. Nichols had proven himself valuable in the Juniper War years ago, but he was still serving out his sentence in the 27th Regiment, a penal regiment, called by some “The Roughnecks” by others, “The Murderers.” Sully knew a little about Nichols service, he was captured during the Juniper War, and instead of paroled like other officers, he was kept in an Oleon prison. At least he had some combat experience, for that Sully was thankful for. Nichol’s men were a bunch of misfits, most were not wearing proper uniform, and those who did word tattered, dirty, or mismatched uniforms. There was a reason Governor Flynn did not want them at Port Raleigh. They were too rough around the edges for his vision of civilization. Their guide, Qui’to, as Sully had found out when he set out with the man, had led them into the Jungle from Prospector’s bluff towards the Temple of the Snake. Tanner had actually been to the temple once before, that was where the Ténotclaxcans had made their last treaty with Port Raleigh. It was a “squat-looking” step pyramid, nothing like those of Ancient Halos, but still an impressive work of architecture in the middle of what seemed to be a deserted jungle. Of course Sully had been here long enough to know that was definitely NOT the case. When they go within spyglass distance, Sully brought his to his eye. His heart sank. There was a high priest, his fellow priest-warriors at the top of the pyramid, and they were holding up a baby above the alter. The alter sat in a pool of blood and former sacrifices’ body parts. On the golden alter lay a Corrington flag, already with some blood on it. DSC_2951 by skaforhire, on Flickr They could hear the priest shouting. Qui’to in rough Corrish translated. “They do ritual to give favor to your enemies. They wish you to fall from the earth. This ready war for them.” sac by skaforhire, on Flickr If that had not been bad enough, Sully moved his glass down to see who was on the top steps of the pyramid, about 20 feet in the air, watching the show. A Garvian officer and a few Meleckas, another tributary tribe to the Ténotclaxcans, stood on one said, a few other Halosians among them. Only a quarter of the pyramid was in use at this time, and the other top steps were occupied by a Eslandolian merchant and some of Qui’to’s tribe. Finally, in the middle was the big problem. Sully swallowed hard. “There is a platoon of Oleon troops up there, and a captain with them.” He said to Nichols. He gave Nichols the spyglass and immediately the underdressed officer swore. “That is Raphine Aramore – he is the bastard that tortured me during the war. I thought I gutted him good last time I saw him.” Sully was shocked, he had heard of Count Aramore, he was an elite commander during the war, and a known inquisitor for the Brotherhood. K.G. had been his prisoner? “Well, we don’t have much time if we are going to save the baby.” Sully said trying to formulate a plan. “Your man is already on the attack” Nichols pointed to Qui’to who was running full speed at the temple. “Damn it…” Sully now swore, not very gentlemanly he thought. “we are not supposed to…” he left off as all of the 27th started making their way towards the backside of the temple in an eerily quiet manner. Sully followed. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* As they stormed up the rear steps, K.G. had one thing on his mind – Count Aramore must die. He had spent too many years in an Oleon prison for a crime he did not commit, Aramore torturing him every day knowing that Nichols had no answers for him, for it was the count himself that was guilty of the crime. But right now there was no time to think about the act of betrayal that got him put in that cell. breakingupthesac by skaforhire, on Flickr The Roughnecks charged straight into the ritual, and halted the sacrifice. Still, the priest held the baby tight and his men began to fight. Many of the Andequotans began to flee, they didn’t want to die for their master’s sick games. Nichols saw that pretentious lieutenant Tanner knock down the alter and charge the priests. He was brave, K.G. would give him that. breakingupthe by skaforhire, on Flickr Nichols found Aramore two steps down. “YOU!” he shouted! duelb by skaforhire, on Flickr Aramore recognized his voice and his aged face instantly. “Oh, Nichols, so you are still alive? You look well, devilishly hansom in fact! “ Nichols looked into an all-to-familiar face, and winced as he thrust a sword at it. Aramore ducked and countered. The rest of the battle went still around them. “You know I am the better swordsman!” Aramore said. “Give up now!” “I believe I left you with quite a gaping present the last time we saw one another! “ Nichols said. “You stabbed me in the back!” Aramore cried, “I had no defense!” “Neither did she!” K.G. grunted. “Neither did she!!!” A swing went wide and cut open another Oleon soldier. As fast as it had begun, the battle was wrapping up… and Aramore knew this. The Count pulled a powder from his pouch and threw it into K.G.’s eyes. Nichols swung thw sword violently, temporarily blinded, but no deathblow came. In minutes he could see, and saw that the Corlanders were victorious. The Roundup by skaforhire, on Flickr The native had got his babe back, a Garvian foot soldier had been captured, and a Eslandolian merchant had surrendered. No doubt some MAESTRO scum. Nichols was furious, but there was no sign of Aramore. The only good news was that the single casualty among his men would recover quickly from a bump on the head. Oleanders couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn with a cannon anymore. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Sully thrust the flag in the Ténotclaxcan’s face and screamed. “What were you doing here? Where is your king?” Qui’to, now holding his baby translated. “He say he came to watch, no king.” Qui’to said. Clearly Sully was not going to get anything out of this man, and he had no one who spoke Garvian or Eslandolan well enough to interrogate the other two men. Tanner knew there was a Olean prisoner, but in the chaos, somebody had slit his throat – Sully suspected Nichols, but did not see him do it. “Round them up, lets get them back to the fort before Aramore regroups. He noticed Nichols scowl harden further at the mention of the Count’s name. 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Challenge II, Category B - Water Party Lieutenant Jonathon Stewart led his small party of marines and sailors inland. Their ship, the large sloop HMS Tenacious, was anchored in the wide bay of this uncharted island. Lieutenant Stewart’s party were on an expedition to follow a small creek upstream far enough to replenish the sloop’s water supply as the water at the creek’s mouth was too brackish to use. The air was heavy and sticky, and the sound of insects was almost deafening as the party fought its way through the jungle. After thirty minutes of hacking and cursing, Lieutenant Stewart declared the water fresh enough and the sailors began to fill the barrels that they had dragged alone with them. The Marines set up a loose picket, and took turns to assist the sailors with the barrels. Lieutenant Stewart was nervous. It wasn’t just the abundant rumours that the new islands were full of savage cannibalistic natives or lawless and wild Sea Rat bands, or the unfamiliar and un-nerving jungle. It was the young 19 year old Lieutenant’s first solo command after his family purchased his commission earlier in the year. His superior officer, a Captain of Marines, was confined to his bunk on Tenacious with a sweating fever, so this expedition had fallen on his shoulders. Although his experience didn’t allow him to realise it, Lieutenant Stewart was fortunate that his Sergeant was an extremely able and experienced marine who ensured the men under his command were well trained and disciplined. Sergeant Bill Woodhouse ensured the pickets were alert, and despite the humid conditions, their powder was dry and their muskets well cleaned and in good order. This was probably just as well, as although none of the marines were aware of it yet, they were being watched. Sergeant Woodhouse was checking his flint when, without warning, muskets crashed from the tree line and powder smoke filled the air. Amazingly only one sailor was hit in this initial volley. His experienced ear immediately recognised that the volley was a small one, probably only a dozen firearms at most and not all muskets. Lieutenant Stewart seemed frozen, his jaw working up and down but no words coming out. “Marines independent fire” bellowed Sergeant Woodhouse. Before the command was completed however, desperate figures burst from the tree line. Wild, un-kept men dressed in tattered western clothes and carrying an assortment of arms came crashing towards the patrol. Sergeant Woodhouse raised his musket and fired in one smooth motion. Several of his marines also got shots off before the fight descended into a desperate hand to hand melee. With no time to fix bayonets, muskets were used as clubs as the redcoats and sea rats savagely clashed. Lieutenant Steward found his senses as a wild one-eyed pirate charged directly at him. Somehow the youth managed to raise his pistol and dispatch the pirate with a hastily aimed shot. Unfortunately the fallen pirate was followed by another, and as Lieutenant Steward fumbled trying to draw his sword, he saw his life coming to an end in the form of the snarling pirate, brandishing a heavy cutlass. His sword finally free of his scabbard, too late, no time to parry he closed his eyes as the cutlass came down to seal his fate. The crash of a nearby musket and the pirate was jerked backwards at the last second. His near death seemed to fuel the Lieutenant with rage. He would not die in this god’s forsaken hell. Screaming an incoherent battle cry, he charged into the fray. Despite the fury of the attack, the training, equipment and general health of the marines soon gained the upper hand over the ragged band of pirates. The survivors broke off and fled back into the jungle almost as quickly as they had appeared. The enraged Lieutenant Stewart charged after them, the order for his men to begin the pursuit was forming on his lips when Sergeant Woodhouse firmly gripped him on the shoulder. Wildly, the young Lieutenant swang around to face the force preventing him chasing down these impertinent attackers. “Sir!” boomed the Sergeant in his parade ground voice, then slightly lower “Sir, your orders to form line and hold while we assess the situation?” The tactfully framed half question - half order, caused the Lieutenant to pause. The battle fury slowly draining from him, his mouth dry and hands shaking, sanity returned to Lieutenant Stewart. “Ah… yes Sergeant, um, make it so..” Although the Lieutenant couldn’t yet see it, the marines had already followed their Sergeants instruction, whilst the sailors tended to the wounded. A marine stood over a groaning, wounded sea rat. “Looks like we have a live one to question Sarge” remarked the marine. For the Corlander expedition, it would appear re-provisioning would be more arduous than first thought.
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[COR - CHIIA] Help Me, Erie Flynn, You're My Only Hope.
SkaForHire posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Challenge II, Category A Part One Part Two Part Three The Flynn Blockhouse at Port Raleigh. fortflynn by skaforhire, on Flickr -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* PART ONE: Her Only Hope The Day was young, and Lieutenant Sully Tanner was already exhausted. Governor Flynn had insisted on walking to the new Blockhouse named in his honor rather than ride – or at least walk the last three miles of the journey outside of Port Raleigh. Tanner was on bodyguard duty, with a few members of the 33rd Regiment that he now commanded. (Although he missed the Royal Marines, they were much… tougher.) The governor had his commission transferred to the 33rd, but he would always be a man with his eye to the sea. The first part of the fort to come into view was what the soldiers had nicknamed “the crown” the parapets on the top of the roof of the blockhouse were meant to serve as both a watch position and to provide extra cover fire from a superior vantage point. DSC_2898 by skaforhire, on Flickr The governor wanted to make his way to the fort to meet with a new trader. The trade, Mark Folton, desired to bid on the contract to supply the new fort. Sully knew that the man’s prices would beat the current supplier, the MAESTRO Company, but he doubted that Folton could supply in the same quantity as the Elsandolan company that held a post on Annetta as well. DSC_2890 by skaforhire, on Flickr The first think Sully noticed when they got to the large, flat clearing where the fort had been constructed was that the jungle growth had already began to reclaim the grounds that his men had spent so long to clear in order to build the fort. The governor had all of the settlement’s animals on the now pasture land, in hopes that the cattle and horses would mow the vegetation away. Unfortunately, by the look of it, the herd would have to be ten times larger to keep men from having to keep the clearing void of growth. DSC_2891 by skaforhire, on Flickr The fort was heavily armed, with eight large guns, two a side, pointing at the four compass points. The fort sat on a critical point along the native trail, about five miles from the settlement. This was the first contact point for natives who wanted to trade with the Corlanders. Eventually, a palisade and trading buildings would be added to the site, but for now the fort also stood as Port Raleigh’s western defense. DSC_2883 by skaforhire, on Flickr DSC_2888 by skaforhire, on Flickr Sully was watching the governor exchange pleasantries with the merchant, he could tell Lord Flynn was less than impressed, when all of the sudden, out of the brush, without warning from the guards in the Crown, two natives made their way straight for the governor. The men of the 33rd jumped in front of their governor to protect him. DSC_2893 by skaforhire, on Flickr But the woman was in tears, and the man, despite carrying a weapon did not act threatening… actually he seemed to be upset and pleading in another language. DSC_2896 by skaforhire, on Flickr Soon the governor brought over Folton who knew the language. These were not the Ténotclaxcans, but another tribe, The Andequota, a small group of natives from the southern side of the island. The Andequota were subservient to the Ténotclaxcans, due to a war a few decades ago. In fact they were a tributary people who did not have permission from their masters to talk to Halosians. That is probably why they were here now. DSC_2899 by skaforhire, on Flickr “She says that she wants to give you this blood ruby.” Folton said. Sully leaned in to pear at the largest ruby he had ever seen. “She says that she knows our kind love rubies and all things from the ground.” Folton continued. “Why? Is it a gesture of good faith?” Lord Flynn asked. The woman began to cry even harder now and Folton had trouble interpreting her through the sobs. “She says that her baby was taken by a Ténotclaxcan priest…. Something about too late… no, no, if we do not hurry we will be too late.” He stopped, and a second later his moth dropped open. He turned to the governor, “Sir, I think the priest means to harm the baby.” “Savages!” said one of the men of the 33rd. Sully knew that many of the regiment were new to New Terra, and were far from open-minded about other cultures, but this seemed to go a bit too far to just accept. One of the 33rd chimed in to one of his buddies: “we shant be stikin arr neck out for thaar kin! They bin murdin our brothers for months now.” The governor spoke, “She needs to talk to the Ténotclaxcan King here. We are not supposed to even be talking to her, our truce is barely held up by our mutual partnership with MAESTRO. “ “Sir, she says the King Azuma had sanctioned this atrocity!” Folton said. “He may even be at the Temple of the Snake” now. “By Zeus, that is terrible.” The governor said, and thought for a moment. “We can’t pull the troops here to go on this chase to save the infant, but at the same time, how can we forgive ourselves if we let the innocent be slaughtered? But I can’t put our men in danger. Tell her I am sorry.” Folton spoke to the woman, and then again looked stunned. “Sir, she says that there are Halosians there in Purple coats. No, err…. Purple and blue always get mixed up by the Andequota, I think she means blue coats” “Oleanders!” Lord Flynn said. “Sully, have someone ride back to town now and prepare the defenses at Fort Redoubtable. If the Oleanders are making dark pacts with the Ténotclaxcans, our very existence may be threatened. We need to send men there to assess the threat.” The governor looked at Sully. “Tanner, we can’t send the 33rd, but I want you to investigate this. Take the Andequota man, and go to Prospector’s bluff, it is on the way. Grab Lieutenant Nichols and what is left of his platoon from the 27th regiment. Do not engage unless the baby is in immediate danger and you know that you can save it.” The men of the 33rd breathed a sigh of relief, they knew this to be a dangerous mission, as the Ténotclaxcans were fierce warriors. If they were with Oleanders, or even if it was just the purple uniformed Garvians, this could be a real battle. The 27th Regiment. “The Roughnecks,” were disliked universally by every other army regiment. As a penal regiment, they were not thought to be fit for garrisoning cities, and the crown had begun to send them to the new world. Flynn didn’t want them here either, so he sent Nichols and his platoon out to a prospecting site to erect a fort. Sully was not pleased that he would be working with them at all. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Thanks for reading the story and looking at the build! There actually is an interior, the roof pops off, but I could not get it totally furnished in time. I am a little disappointed with the surroundings, but a historic blockhouse would be in a clearing, which would have been leveled if possible. So I added the vegetation problem to make up for the empty space. I hope you all like it! -
Part One Part Two Part Three It was a getting to the hottest part of the day, past noon but still ways until the sun set and offered relief to weary men. LT. Sully Tanner had made great time to the far off fort by following the Native woman and her escort and cutting through paths he hadn't even known existed. Eventually the Native woman lead him to a point in the path where he knew to be near Prospectors Bluff. LT. Tanner quickly Took over and decided to pull double time to get to the fort dreading what he was going to meet. prosbluff by Paul Vogel, on Flickr Meanwhile at the fort the 27th had affectionately named "Fort Nichols" K.G. was clearing brush from the ever growing vegetation that seemed to never stop growing on what he called "This gods forsaken island", K.G. rarely called anything by a proper name most of his men followed his orders only when there were "Cleanies" as they called the more respectable troops of Corrington, and even then after they were alone they would relentlessly mock him if he abused the power. Overall K.G. couldn't complain he'd served nine of the ten required years in the Penal Regiment, The 27th known as the "Rough Necks" for their crude manner their constant state of uniform undress and lack of respect for superiors to the point of insubordination, They were hated by the whole army and the nobles back home that committed them to this fate in the Juniper Wars. As he Cleared more brush due to losing a bet the night before his mind drifted to how he came to his current condition. He was once a successful arms smuggler, his weapons were in the hands of eight out of every ten pirates and the Juniper war just helped business, the first four and a half years were golden he made money hand over fist enough to swim in some might say. But it all went awry when one of his contacts turned on him a pirate who traded him for a pardon from the crown and a note of mark to allow him to work in service as a privateer. "The dirty bastard...", K.G. thought. He found himself in a prison owned by some wealthy noble he later learned to be Steward Pennington, cousin to the Exchequer, and all around stuff shirt. He had a stint of 30 years ahead of him in a pit of squalor. Not six months later though the last of "The Queens Own" the 27th Regiment was wiped out. They were one of the most decorated regiments in Corrington history, beloved by all, they struck fear into the hearts of their enemy. That was until they got themselves killed in a fools mission guarding one of the major ports of corrington from an O'lean invasion, sure they saved the city but they all died. "Fools", K.G. thought. That was just the beginning of the story though. That stuffed shirt Pennington back in Belson had the brilliant idea to recreate the 27th as a Penal Regiment, it past with 3/4ths consent in the house and thus the Rough Necks were born. The hatred was immediate but the need even more so with Corrington losing the war, many men even blamed the Rough Neck as their sins were "Infecting the army" that was seven years ago and this was now, K.G. was almost a free man. K.G.'s thoughts were disrupted when he heard a snap of a twig from the uncleared forest, he turned his head and there was a native and a sleeveless Cleanie approaching. As LT. Tanner approached he saw two disheveled men pull out their flintlockes and point them at him, but he was quick to draw both his in time to lock them in a stalemate. DSC_2932 by Paul Vogel, on Flickr "Looks like we've got ourselves, an ol' Eslandolian standoff here" Said the man that Sully took to be in charge. "I'm here on business from the governor, he's sent me to gather Lieutenant Nichols and the rest of his platoon.", Tanner said coursely." "Yer talkin to em' what'd ya need Cleanie.", K.G. Spat "Surely this can't be all that's left, you forts in shambles. You're all out of uniform, he doesn't even have a shirt! And worse yet where are you're colors!", Tanner rattled off. DSC_2933 by Paul Vogel, on Flickr "Don't care. Don't care. And I'm using it as a blanket.", K.G. replied equally as fast. Tanner looked on in shock at the band of disheveled criminals that called themselves the 27th. "Well the governor has a mission and you're going to help, it's his orders, we have word that O'leanders are conspiring with Ténotclaxcans in dark rituals.", Tanner said with a note of worry in his voice. "Hear that boys the Tino's er playin' with the blues. And it's the Governors 'Orders'.", K.G. yelled back to the fort and a raucous laughter erupted from all the men. DSC_2940 by Paul Vogel, on Flickr "Are you denying a direct command from the official on this island?", Tanner said pulling the only card he knew would get them to fall in line. "Alright, guess we have to if the governor is going to have a fit and load his pants over it." K.G. Mocked. And more laughter erupted from the Fort DSC_2938 by Paul Vogel, on Flickr This is a continuation of Ska's story for Challenge II, Help Me, Erie Flynn, You're My Only Hope.
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Greetings All, I apologise in advance for the small builds. I promise you this is not about doubloons! Instead this post is much more about advancing Dirk's story line to the point where I can next post my Challenge 2 Category A entry! So if you enjoy the story, please read on. If you came only to see some impressive builds, probably best you skip this thread! Bregir's characters have been used with his permission. Dirk's previous story can be found here --------------------------- On taking to the high seas again, the Lady Jacqueline came across a small Corlander supply vessel. Surprisingly, she carried two letters for Dirk Allcock! Both were from a gentleman Dirk only knew by reputation, Don Isaac Montoya. Montoya was a well known name in the scientific community and his interests in the area coincided with Dirk’s own. The first letter was a business proposal; apparently Montoya had come into a quite substantial fortune of late. The second interested Dirk far more – an invitation to assist with the founding of a New World branch of the Society of Natural Philosophy. Montoya was currently in the new Corlander colony of Cocovia, establishing a settlement at a place called Kings Harbour. Dirk decided to proceed there at once. King’s Harbour was a beautiful natural harbour on the west side of the island that Corrington had recently christened ‘Cocovia’. The area was bustling with activity as the serious business of establishing a settlement began. As was his duty, Dirk’s first step on proceeding ashore was to report to the temporary Governor of the settlement, Captain Jonathan Cooke. Dirk found the Governor supervising the unloading of supplies from a newly arrived transport vessel. As the crates and barrels piled up before him, Dirk stopped to watch the naval officer. Relations between the Army and Navy were sometimes strained as the two services competed for funding and prestige. As Captain Cooke held his rank in the Royal Navy, he far outranked Dirk, whose Captains commission was held in the army. The peculiarities between the two services meant that a Captain in the Navy was the equivalent of a full Colonel in the Army. Dirk was impressed with what he saw. Captain Cooke directed and controlled the bustling chaos before him. Aides and civilians would rush up and were dealt with quickly and purposefully. When he felt he had seen enough, he approached the Naval officer and waited to be noticed. As if waiting for his approach, Captain Cooke turned and raised an eyebrow. “Captain Dirk Allcock, Her Majesties 47th Regiment of Foot, newly arrived Sir and reporting as a courtesy” announced Dirk with a crisp salute. “and what brings the Army to King’s Harbour Captain Allcock?” queried Cooke. “I am on detached duty, with a special roving commission of exploration from the Army board Sir” “Right… and does this commission specify any specific duties Captain?” “Well actually no Sir, I have with me 15 men of my light company and am to assist with any exploration or colonisation efforts for the crown as required, I am in town to meet with Don Montoya, with whom I have business and to offer any assistance that I can to your good self Sir.” “Well Captain, it just so happens I require some assistance, my dear friend Montoya will have to wait! You see, I am devilishly short of Officers - have you, by chance, had any experience with artillery” “Indeed Sir, as it happens, I was assigned to a Major of the Royal Corps of Artillery for a six month period as a Lieutenant, we toured fortifications conducting inspections and supervision maintenance of batteries in the southern districts of Belson.” “Ah that is most fortuitous; I have established a prefabricated colonial half battery on the southern arm of this bay, but I need someone to sight and supervise the construction of a second half battery on the northern arm, somewhere over there” Captain Cooke pointed across the bay to the cliff lined northern peninsular. “It is rough country I’m afraid, and I haven’t the time to supervise the placement myself. The second battery is important so that the entry to the bay is completely covered and at this early stage the settlement remains very vulnerable to attack. Do you think yourself capable of this task Captain Allcock?” “Why yes of course Sir, it would be a pleasure to assist.” replied Dirk. “Excellent, I shall assign you Midshipmen Knowles here as a liaison, he has the details for the half battery, report back when the battery is complete, now if you will excuse my discourtesy Captain, I am extremely busy.” Captain Cooke announced with a tired half smile, while beckoning over an impossibly young looking Midshipmen who was hovering in the background. “Yes Sir, I shall begin at once” Dirk replied and saluted. Cooke promptly returned the courtesy, before turning back to the chaos on the beach. ----------------------------------------- Dirk's story continues here
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Sheikh Khalid is a very wealthy gemstone merchant from the Western Regions. Being so very rich, he opts to travel in style in his personal palanquin, powered by four manservants, whenever in the city. And being so very very rich, the vehicle is adorned with gold trimmings and an interior covered in the finest, most expensive fabrics. Of course, being so very very very rich, one cannot possibly walk around without adequate protection. (50-man entourage omitted for sensibility reasons) He is guarded at all times, by his captain of the guard, Saddam, a master of the spear, as well as his four menservants who are actually well-trained bodyguards. Side shot More of the story in Scene 12
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Felipe de la Manzana is on the trail of the Golden Apple. To find some clue about its location, he thought studying the Ténotclaxcans was the best idea. Here Felipe is searching for a scientific help... Heading Quinnsville, Cocovia, the new settlement of Lord Smaugton, Friend and member of MAESTRO in Corrington, Felipe encoutered a new fisherman ready to work for the Trade Company. So he managed to help him to settle a fishing business in cocovia. As he arrived near the Corleander settlement, Felipe saw the value of this new fisherman (here it is, if you missed it). So he decided to salute him and see how the business is. - Are you sure it's here ? Asked Felipe to his escort. - Yes sure, sir ! answered shortly the guard. - Ah ?! I thought it would be bigger... sadly commented Felipe. The fisher's commerce was just a small shag along the beach with a little wharf already installed. Of course, for such a young colony it was fine, but Felipe forgot what it was to settle a new town. It was his friend, Lady Elysabeth, who took the responsability of the new MAESTRO settlement in Berelli, and Felipe de la Manzana didn't stay too long in the island. So he knew few of what to do to develop a new town. The only thing he was sure of, a new town is needing money, and food ! A businees in which Felipe was master. The fishing boat was just arriving with captain Santiago. Felipe yeld a "Yohoo !" Santiago answered joyfully, the fishing party was, again, a lucky one... - Welcome Sir ! Said Santiago landing the wharf. - How do you do ! Take an apple ! Welcomed Felipe, Santiago declined the apple politely. - I thought your business was more developped here ! continued Felipe. - Ah! No ! of course not ! we are in a very young settlement here in Quinnsville. But what are you doing here ? you are not only here to see me ? Are you ? - No, No I am here to hire some of the best scientists Lord Smaugton could find me to study the Ténotclaxcans. I think they are hiding some secrets about my quest ! - Ah great news ! you are progressing though you lost the Appleseed, I thought you would let it go... - No ! I will never give up this quest ! Interrupted Felipe. - Ok Sir, I did not want to bother you... - No worry... I have to leave... I am going to see those scientists. So good luck with the fishing wharf here, and goodbye. - Thank you Senor Felipe ! Goodbye. Concluded Santiago discargoing his catch. To be continued in Tomsche part... I am continuing the mad quest of Felipe and I found a collaborative work to do with Tomsche, a.k.a. Lord Smaugton. I hope you will enjoy it.
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Charles was a man of meticulous detail. He kept detailed records of every horse owned by Lord Alexander of Wolfhaven. These records enabled him to decide which was the best combinations of stallions and mares to breed to get the perfect horses. Some horses were bred for calmness in order to be ridden by children or women. Others were bred for strength in order to pull plows and wagons. These horses are coming into high demand in the new settlements. Recently, though they had been increasing their efforts to breed war horses. The goal is to create a horse that is steady on its feet and that exhibits the courage that prevents them from scaring amid battle sounds and smells. They will be very valuable should they encounter a hostile nation behind the line or if their becomes a conflict with former enemies. The main office has become established in Arlinsport on Amelia street a few blocks down from the Coyle Shipping Company. The Arlinsport location was chosen due to the vastness of land nearby enabling them to raise their horses. Today Charles has a customer in the office who is looking to buy a good pair of plow horses. His young apprentice, Gregory, was sent up to find the records for the pair that the customer was considering to buy. They were in the middle of their transaction when a messenger entered bearing a letter addressed to Micah of Wolfhaven, the son of Lord Alexander. When he was informed that Micah was not yet at the office this morning, he demanded that it must be delivered to Micah at once. The letter's seal also begged for urgency in delivery. Gregory was immediately tasked with running the letter next door to the home that Micah resided in when he was in town. See this thread to follow the story: Time at Home If you wish to review any of the back story: Backstory SAM_7217 SAM_7221 SAM_7222 SAM_7223 SAM_7224 SAM_7225 A street view. SAM_7229 (2) Closeup at my furniture attempts. SAM_7233
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To the backstories Captain William Chase, of the Wolf's Expedition company, has recently been promoted to Captain in Her Majesties Royal Navy. The Expedition was offered an incentive should they help refit one of the recently captured pirate ships. They immediately took the opportunity and used their treasure gold (that no one really knew about) to oversea the refitting of the ship. It is now embarking on its first escorted trade run under Her Majesty's colors. They were also given a Captain's commission to grant to whomever they placed in command of the ship. After only a brief discussion the partners agreed that the commission must be given to William Chase. Here he stands talking to the Sergeant of the Marines on board, James Addison, and behind him stands his second-in-command, Harold Ashley. Though no one has said it aloud all on board wish to meet some pirates on this journey that they might engage in some real action. SAM_7292 SAM_7284 SAM_7287 The cabin boys might be taking it a little too easy. SAM_7293 The Marines are busy making sure they are prepared for any battle. (They also need to dust off their helmets apparently.) SAM_7294 SAM_7298 I need to take some better pictures of the bow and the stern. I will upload those when I have them.
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The Velvet Room; the Emporium's base of operations on Port Raleigh, which oversees their commercial interests in the region. With rich purple velvet carpet and fine furniture (by colony standards), Miranda's exquisite office is fit for royalty. Here, the Emporium consortium devises grand strategy to extend their influence throughout the New World. You may designate this area as your respawn point by speaking to The Traveller and selecting the "set as homebase" option. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the meeting the Traveller is alone in an empty room. Unfurnished
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[COR-FB4]Mr. Townsend's Scribing Service (Port Raleigh)
CelesAurivern posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
What do you do when you are illiterate but still need to write home to your wife and kids half a world away? You go to Mr. Townsend, of course! Simply visit during operating hours and dictate your contents. It shall be written word for word, verbatim. The best part is it's free for all Corrington servicemen and sailors, and that includes includes postage back home! Proudly sponsored by the Emporium. *For all other customers, the standard rate is 1/16 db per single page letter. Parchment and postage included in the fee. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hoots, mon! I cannae read an I cannae write, but thanks tae Mr. Townsend, I can send a letter to me wife baek home. At the end of the day, Mr. Townsend folds up his table and closes the shop. -
[Cor - FB2 March -Ship] A mysterious little boat
BrickOn posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Late at night a small boat (name unknown) has been seen docking near the Sir James fort on Cocovia and unloading a large amount of cargo before sailing off into the darkness. SmallBoat, on Flickr The reason for this secrecy seems to be linked to the nature of the cargo- a seizable amount of gunpowder, that Sir James and his men are keen doesn't fall into the wrong hands (and it may explain the number of guns she has. Why Sir James is taking delivery for such a large quantities of gunpowder in a time of peace is not entirely clear. CargoHold , on Flickr Removing the top deck gives a better view of the powder in the cargo hold. I realise this boat is probably not the most realistic of builds and I have no current plans to licence her this month, but when and if I do I would like suggestions for what class she should be, I was thinking perhaps a cog, but she is a tad stubby looking perhaps? Suggestions welcome. -
Elizabeth had been glad that Micah was back from the expedition into the new waters. She was glad to hear the many tales of the new nations they had met. He told her about their customs, habits and lifestyles. He also told her about their find beneath the ground. He promised her that though they would have to be away from each other a few more times, it would not last forever. This morning she had come over after breakfast, and they enjoyed some time together on the balcony. They saw a man rushing toward the office and postulated why he might be in such a hurry. A few minutes later, Gregory came running over bearing a letter in his hands. He began to pound on the door. Micah went down and received the letter and the urgent message of the courier. Upon opening the letter he read: To Micah of Wolfhaven, son of Lord Alexander, We regret to inform you of the passing of your father, Lord Alexander of Wolfhaven, on the 16th of March, 615 AE. The funeral will be held on the 20th of March, 615 AE. We regretfully understand that this message will not reach you in time to return for the funeral. We would request your presence in Bellson as soon as is possible to settle any outstanding matters in regards to the estate of your father. Your mother also wishes for you to come during this trying time. If you are unable to depart for Bellson at this time, please send a notice on the next ship headed to Bellson so that we can be assured of your receipt of this notice and your soon arrival. With deepest condolences, Lord Mark Crawford, Esquire SAM_7210 SAM_7213 SAM_7214 SAM_7229 SAM_7279 If you wish to read the backstory to Micah and his companions follow this link for all builds I have made for BOBS. Backstory
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**Warning: Wall of text** At sea, communications from home where rare. Even more so on Cocovia, far from established shipping lanes, and the crew had not seen a letter for months. In fact, some had jested that they feared losing the ability to read… However, recently an old tub of a packet carrying despatches and mail had skirted by, only lying to long enough for a boat to exchange mail. It was a meagre chest, and between them, Montoya and Cooke only received two letters and a message addressed to them both. Montoya had excellent news from his man of business, and Cooke had a pleasant letter from his family. However, these good news were quickly overshadowed by the third message in which a very public affront to them both was detailed by a close friend of theirs. As gentlemen, they could only make one reply, and they quickly put together a note demanding satisfaction, unless a full public apology would be offered. Both expert duellers, in their rage they both went directly to putting an edge on their skills, practising with sword and pistol. Their cynical practice was at its highest point of intensity as young mr. Baker came running up the hill with a bundle of letters. He had heard about the insult, and the new bundle was topped by a newspaper in which he had circled a notice on the front page. "Sirs... sirs!" he yelped, short of breath from the run. "A despatch cutter arrived just after that horrible old tub! Judging by the date of the newspapers, it left Bellson almost a month after the packet , but has already almost caught up with it! There is a full bag of mail as well as some official despatches! And in the paper something that will definitely interest you! A full apology!" Mr. Baker smiled broadly, relieved not to risk losing one of his benefactors to a mindless duel, and Montoya and Cooke both lowered their weapons. "Sir Dee offers his full apology - it was only a misunderstanding! I believe there is also a letter from him in the mail!" Montoya looks up from the paper with a relieved sigh. "And it would seem the other party to the insult was a religious figure. Surely, we cannot duel a priest?" "I am much at ease, my friend…" Cooke said. "I had not much liked to return home only to expect a duel." "Although it seems you are still perfectly able to hit your mark, Sir!" Baker added enthusiastically with an impressed look at the target, bullseye shot out. Montoya cut him short, somewhat jealous, not being praised for his, although somewhat less obvious, still excellent double parry and stab on the practise dummy: "That does not make him invincible to bullets, Mr. Baker. A duel is always a cruel thing - Never feel too confident." "First, hand me the despatches, mr. Baker. Official business first!" Cooke said, ever dutiful. "Afterwards, we better write a reply to Sir Dee…" Baker handed one heavy, sealed envelope to Cooke, and another to Montoya, who looked somewhat perplexed. Why would he receive official correspondence? As he recognised the seal of the Society of Natural Philosophy, he smiled and opened it with great interest. For a few minutes, they read in silence. The admiralty had long held Captain Cooke's skills in hydrography and naval tactics in high esteem. Further, it had recognised the need for a naval base in the new world, as the Royal Navy and the Merchant Marine must be maintained, provisioned, repaired, and a have a safe port in the event of tropical storms. Without such a port, Corrington's interests and further expansion into the east is in danger, as the Royal Navy and the Merchant Marine are the most important tools at the Crown's disposal. Thus, Cooke's sealed despatchcame at an opportune moment. The elaborate sounding charts of the natural harbour, the detailed description of the tactical situation, and the maps of the surrounding landscape made the situation so clear that not even the bureaucrats could delay the decision of the First Lord of the Admiralty: A naval base was to be established at this very spot, and this at the highest possible dispatch. The first order was to assign a battery of the Royal Navy Artillery Corps to the location to set up initial defences. They were to travel at all possible urgency, bringing with them the Royal Charter for the new settlement, named King's Harbour after Queen Anetta's farther and predecessor. Bellson, March 616, the Admiralty To Captain Jno. Cooke, The Admiralty hereby appoints Captain J. Cooke, Master and Commander of the sloop the HMS Athena, temporary military governor of King's Harbour to set up a naval base of operations in the location specified in the attached maps. He is to assume this responsibility with all possible dispatch, and is required to use his discretion to act such that he finds most fitting in furthering the interests of the Crown. Further, he Admiralty considers cordial relations with the locals of highest priority. Failure to do his duty is subject to punishment as determined by a court martial. Signed The First Lord of the Admiralty The Society of Natural Philosophy had too recognised the need for a secure base of operations, in order to explore the new world and all its scientific opportunities, and had thus set up a designated foundation to support all entrepreneurs wishing to set up relevant businesses in the new settlement. To Don Isaac Montoya, Fellow Your most generous donation to the Society has been duly noted, and the Society is most grateful. The Society believes that such an extraordinary sum should be immediately employed to improve the basis for future scientific exploration. Therefore, the Central Executive Committee has decided to establish a foundation for King's Harbour, and decided to appoint you manager of this Foundation. (See attached charter). In much the same perspective, it has been determined that the new horizons of the New World warrants the establishment of a New World Branch of the Society, and we hope that you will accept a position on the Executive Committee of this branch. The New World Branch will take over the Society's properties in Arlinsport for headquarter, including the staff there employed. Best regards Central Executive Committee The Society of Natural Philosophy Finishing their reading, they both looked up with an enthusiastic smile, eager to tell each other of the news, and spoke in unison. They both broke off, and went: "You go first, my friend." After a few gentlemen-like objections, they spoke in turn, each taking great pleasure from the good news. "What prodigious good news, my friend. We shall have this base up in no time!" Cooke concluded. "But now, let us finish this ugly affair with Sir Dee. It troubles my mind so." "Certainly, my friend. Give me a few moments to collect my mind, and I shall read it out to you." Montoya said, and turned to pen and paper. Dear Sir Dee Your gracious apology has reached us on this fair island recently named Cocovia and added to the Crown. It has found both Cooke and I much relieved, as none of us have any wish to risk to prematurely end the life of a respected gentleman such as yourself, nor risk the same upon ourselves. Both the nature and publication of your response entirely satisfied our request for an apology, and we are pleased the affront was but a misunderstanding. You may consider our challenge withdrawn. As a way of repairing relations, it is our hope that you will accept an invitation to dine together, next we are in the old world. Sincerely Don Isaac Montoya "A very handsome letter, upon my word, Isaac. I do hope it will be received in the same spirit in which it was intended. I should much deplore to have made an enemy of such a respected gentleman, based on a mere misunderstanding…" __________ I hope you will excuse me the mass of text and the small size and scope of the accompanying builds. I have only three medium sized set to work with, and a lot of story to tell. I am slowly fleshing out the Society of Natural Philosophy, of which you will hopefully see a lot more in the future, as well as King's Harbour, for which I will very soon post its own thread. Comments and critique is more than welcome.
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[ESL-FB3] Prelude to a Duel: Practice makes Perfect
Capt Wolf posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
This is my third freebuild of the month. If you like it and are not from Eslandola, please give it a thumb’s up. *** This is a continuation of the story of animosities between John Hawksbrugh of Corrington and Philip Janszen of Eslandola, specifically following the events in Angling for a Duel. *** Capt. Janszen and his longtime friend, Anthony Crol, were headed for their ship when the dock agent called out. “Janszen! Come over here!” “What is it?” replied Philip. “The Pot o’ Gold came in from Port Raleigh today, and her captain left one of the items from the mail packet with me, figuring you would be down here soon enough. What are you doing getting mail from a Corrie?” “Haven’t you heard?” said Tony. “Ol’ Pip was called out by this Corrie in the Kings Port Advertiser and has challenged him to a duel!” “Has he now?” replied the dock agent. “Does he know how good Pip is with a blade? I would hope so, for his sake.” The agent turned to Janszen with the letter. “Here you go, Pip.” “Let’s see what he has to say.” Philip opened the letter and quickly read its message. “Hmm. Well, he withdraws calling me an Oleon turncoat… but still insists on defending the honor of his Lady Winifred. I guess my words weren’t enough in that regard.” Janszen read a little further, then laughed. “Ha! He will be taking instruction from Master Kenner in swordsmanship, he says!” “Taking instruction?! Pip, you’ll kill him. You can’t actually duel this poor sod.” “I think I have a solution. I shall suggest the winner be whoever can draw first blood. That way I can still teach him a lesson and give him a nice dueling scar as a permanent reminder.” “That sounds quite reasonable” replied Tony. “And that way I won’t have to hustle you out of that Corrie port while the constables try to arrest you for murder!” “Thanks Tony. I’m glad I could make this easier on you” said Philip, needling Tony. “But I’m not letting you off the hook. If Hawksbrugh is undergoing training, I must make sure I’m in top form as well, and that is now your responsibility, Tony. En garde!” With that, Philip drew his sword and waited for Tony to draw his. Then the impromptu sparring match began. Philip pressed from the start, and Tony retreated down the dock. Philip jumped on top of a crate to gain high ground, but Tony responded in kind, and they dueled across the tops of crates and barrels on the dock. Eventually, Philip forced Tony back onto the dock. Tony thought he saw an opening and tried a quick thrust, but Philip parried the attack and gained the advantage. Extended and off balance, Tony conceded the match. “You win, Pip,” said Tony, bowing in concession, “…this time.” “Ah, that was fun, Tony. Thanks for the workout.” “No problem, Pip. You were in top form. Mr. Hawksbrugh won’t last long.” “Yes, we will have more fun in a couple of weeks! I shall write Mr. Hawksbrugh and confirm that we will arrive in Port Raleigh after we complete our trade run at the end of the month.” -
[COR-FB2] The Flask and Flagon (Port Raleigh)
CelesAurivern posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
The Flask and Flagon is now open for business! Have a craving for some good old mainland fare like steak and kidney pie? 'Neeps and tatties? Your granny's raspberry pudding? We bring you the best of Corlandish cuisine from all the way across the Terraversa sea! For the connoisseur of fine drinks, we carry the very best of Oleonais wine, classic Corlandish ale, Tammish whiskey, Garvian stout and a variety of other spirits. We support our uniformed servicemen. All men and women in her Majesty's service shall be entitled to one complimentary beverage per visit. Corrington's finest taking a breather from their duties in defending the empire's frontier. -
The sound of musket fire rang in Rick's ears! "Repel those boarders!" he yelled, swinging his musket at the pirate forces of Captain Goldhook. "Snap out of it. Daydreams won't get those decks scrubbed!" Rick looked up to see the Captain frowning at him, Vlad lurking sheepishly behind, a smirk on his face. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoy!
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Hello All! The Lady Jacqueline started as my attempt at a free license ship for the MRCA. As you can see I got just a little carried away with the size thing. I have made two versions, below is my Corrington version, the other, slight more medieval version can be seen on flickr. Based on the CGH pre-fab hull method, and heavily influenced by Napoleon's French Xebec. I feel she'd be around a Class 5F, but happy to hear other opinions/suggestions (I'd have probably originally said 4F, but there is no such class! and I believe she definitely deserves the 'F' designation!). I will license her when I have the appropriate funds, which probably won't be for a couple of months. The below table is for indexing purposes. Type of Ship: Xebec Class: 5F Licensed: Not yet (I need slightly more funds!) Yes! Master: Matthew Sawkins Owner: Dirk Allcock The Lady Jacqueline is the vessel that Captain Dirk Allcock purchased for his expedition to the new world. A Xebec, she is manoeuvrable and very fast. She is Captained by Matthew Sawkins, an experienced former Naval Captain. Her armament consists of four cannons (2 are currently stored below) and together with small arms and a detachment of 3 Royal Marines led by an experienced Sergeant. The weapons stored at the entrance to the cabin may seem a bit medieval, but the Marine Sergeant assures all who query that they prove their worth in close combat boardings.
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May 615, Arlinsport, Tiberia (Flashback: This takes place approximately a year ago, at the very beginnings of the rush to the new world.) Montoya was preparing himself, and, uncharacteristically, he was nervous. He was about to appear before the Society of Natural Philosophy. He had been personally encouraged by esteemed members he highly respected, and had now received the official invitation to become a full member. By any logic, he should feel confident. However, his acceptance meant he had to give an introductory speech on a scientific subject of his choice. The audience would be the members, some of the most prominent natural philosophers in the world, and Montoya was somewhat awed. His subject was one with which he was intimately familiar, and for which he had already achieved widespread acclaim, the Great Tiberian Sea Otter. His field studies were the first to fully describe the species and its behaviours. Yet, he was nervous. The society is a college of some of the finest zoologists, botanists, biologists, medicoes, and entomologists, as well as a multitude of other natural philosophers, many of them from the finer families of Corrington, and most of them affluent. As such, sizeable donations are frequently made by members and non-members alike, giving the society control over significant funds. These funds are mainly used to fund expeditions or experiments, or for other such measures the Society finds relevant for furthering the cause of Natural Philosophy. Having recently decided himself to purchase a ship… Vessel, he should say - His friend Cooke, a Captain of the Royal Navy, had often reproached him with the ridiculous notion that some ships were not ships at all! Sailors and their jargon! He was funding an expedition into the new world rumoured to hold such wealth, both to the natural philosopher, and to those of more worldly concerns. As such, he had every reason to stand tall before the Society. Yet still, he was nervous. He had taken refuge on the balcony of his residence in Arlinsport, and was now waiting for Cooke to arrive to follow him to the conference. Perhaps his friend's unwavering confidence on his worth as a scientist (if not a sailor) would keep his nerves in check… _________________________ The house was built by a wealthy merchant in Arlinsport's early beginnings, and was now situated in the midst of the city's finest quarters, conveniently only a few minutes from the Society's Tiberian Chambers. Incidently, this rich merchant was Montoya's Godfather, so apart from spending much of this childhood and youth here, amongst the interesting flora and fauna of Tiberia, he had recently inherited the house, as well as considerable wealth. Thus, this charming townhouse was now his home, and the home to many of his collections. The top floor had been converted to a study, and the warehouse at the ground floor now housed a multitude of specimens, most of them waiting to be described, catalogued, and dissected. ________________________ C&C is, as always welcome. In this and my next few builds, the story will be more elaborate than usual, so I hope it makes sense. Here, my purpose was mainly to introduce the Society of Natural Philosophy, which I hope in time will be one of the scientific fraternities recognised by the Crown of Corrington. (And then adding Royal as a prefix to the name! ) I intent to build for this Society in the Future, and hope to see it grow with more members (And donors... ) The building has been sitting around for a long time, in several iterations. First as a modular building for my city layout, then as a townhouse for GoH. However, it seemed to modern there and was thus discarded. Luckily, it fits perfectly here, I think, and will be registered as a small residence. Thanks for reading!
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[COR -CH2B] I have no voice, and I must scream...
CelesAurivern posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
We should never have come here... Three days ago, our expedition landed on this island. The weather cool, the berries ripe and the water sweet, we quenched our thirst and eased our fatigue after a long voyage from the homeland. With an excellent harbour and all the necessary resources available, our surveyor believed there is no better place to start a new settlement. How very wrong he was... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ They came without warning. Swift. Sudden. Our firearms were useless at close quarters. It was a massacre. A pure bloodbath... Brutal... Savage... I watched in horror as my comrades were ruthlessly slain... ...then mutilated as their dead or dying bodies were repeatedly stabbed for pleasure... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I ran... with the Queen's Colours in my hands... I ran... for dear life... I ran... We should never have come here... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I have no idea where I am. Not that it matters. I know I have no hope of ever leaving this godforsaken island alive. Three days on the run, with no food or water. I can neither move nor utter a word. I am spent. I will die here. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I hear them. Their bloodcurdling howls. They are near. They have come for me. We should never have come here... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I have no voice, and I must scream... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
