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Heroes, Villains and Legends A Journey Through the Discoveries of the Age of the Exploration: the Ships; the Captains; the People Volume Four: The Self-Styled and So-Called Sea Rats By Quentin Connors Chapter Thirteen: The Bleak Angel So it was that after that particular escapade I found myself again in Bastion, de facto capital of the Sea Rats. Unfortunately, I was also distinctly lacking in funds for further voyages to the newer colonies. Indeed, I was worryingly close to longer being able to retain accommodation for myself and storage for my manuscripts. Forced, as I was, to relocate myself I began to frequent a small tavern near the outskirts of Bastion known as the Lonely Lantern. After a few nights an unusually quiet group entered the tavern. This was a ship's crew, and fortuitously for me they were looking for more recruits. My enthusiasm was dampened but my curiosity piqued when I heard the captain's name: Leon Dracken. This was the crew of the Bleak Angel, a ship surrounded by all manner of tall and sinister tales. But still, I needed money and transport. Here, now, was a chance for both. After a couple more drinks I introduced myself to the ship's first mate, Alastair Jakes, and we discussed the notion of my joining the crew for a short time. To my relief, I was accepted. Little did I realise that Captain Dracken had been listening to the conversation. To Be Continued... And a "clean" look at the bar
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It was a dull autumn day when Juan Alfonso Fontonajo, Román Esteban Fontonajo's heir and current commander in chief of the Castillo de Nova Terreli and the city's armed forces, entered a battered tavern in the shady parts of Nova Terreli, with no guards at his side. A farmer went slightly behind Juan Fontonajo. Inside the dive a lot was going on, but the loudest turmoil could be heard from a table in the background. Sailors, harbour-workers and other men stood there, arms drawn, centered around a small pig on top of the table. Fontonajo approached them, fearlessly: "My dear friends, what is going on in here?" "We gonna kill dat pig!", shouted one of them. "This honourable farmer here told me you stole his pig and threatened him? Tell me, is that true?", Fontonajo said, looking at the men? "He named da pig Fernando Augusto! Like da mad king! Traitor he is! Be happy we ain't hanging him, Sir!" "Ah, my friends, I see", Fontonajo laughed. "I guess we have some misunderstanding here. You don't think that he names a pig, of all the animals, to actually honour the king?" "Ehrm... Well..." "See, I guess we have solved our problem now. In fact all this good man did was mock Fernando Augusto by naming a dirty pig after him." "Yer right, Sir Fontonajo! Very right! But da pig Fernando gotta die!", the man with the meat cleaver exclaimed! "Hold on. First let me show you how I deal with a pig that does not behave himself", Fontonajo said in a calm voice. He took a quick step forward, grabbing the apple that the pig was currently eating. "First I take away from the pig everything it desires!" He took a step back, and held the apple up high. "Then I take it away from the pig's limited sight. And after that all we can do is laugh at that pig!" "Fontonajo!!!", one of the men jubilated. "Deal with the pig!", another shouted. "Fontonajo should be our king!", one exclaimed. And then things escalated quickly. One of the men suddenly held a crown in his hand, wherever he had gotten that one from, and put it onto Juan Fontonajo's head. "King of the Colonies!", he exclaimed. "King of the Colonies!", the rest of the tavern began to shout, raising their arms in jubilation. "King of the Colonies! King of the Colonies! King of the Colonies! King of the Colonies! King of the Colonies!" Juan Alfonso Fontonajo however, with a massive smile on his face, took off the crown and spoke to the men: "You don't need no king! Yes, your king I could be, and what a great king I would indeed be!", he stated, confirmed by some jubilation from the crowd. "But we have seen that a king is not good for us here on Nellisa. You should decide for yourself. Your rulers should be those who actually care for you, not some random king in your distant homeland. There is no need for a crown. There is no need for a king in Nellisa. We all together shall rule this new Eslandola! Please remember that when the time comes." And with those words Fontonajo left the tavern. Back on the streets he still heard them, loud and clearly: "King of the Colonies!" "King of the Colonies!" Bonus shots of the whole MOC and of the guy who had a little too much to drink:
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[COR - Jun FB1] The Corunna Tavern, Mooreton Bay
Ayrlego posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
One of the first businesses to open in any new settlement will usually be a public house and Mooreton Bay is no different. The Corunna Tavern offers newly arrived settlers modest accommodation while at the same time serving refreshing drinks and humble food. In this scene you can see several citizens of Mooreton Bay enjoying refreshments. In the street two troopers of the newly arrived Queen's Own Hussar Regiment ride past and a soldier escorts some convicts to a work party. A detachment of troopers from the Queen's Own Hussar's has been dispatched to Mooreton Bay to provide extra security and mobility. The Hussars are indeed an impressive sight in a dashing black and red coat with a brilliant scarlet peliesse. ------------------------------------- Hi all! I had good intentions for expanding Mooreton Bay this month but it hasn't seemed to come together! I've cheated a bit here and used the upper level of a building from my recent Ainesford Market MOC build to produce a quick tavern for Mooreton Bay. While making a Bricklink order recently I came across the vampire torsos which I had not seen before. Thinking they'd make a perfect torso for Corrington soldiers I had to give it a go and these Hussars are the result. Hope you enjoy. As always C&C most welcome! Licensed as a medium artesian in Mooreton Bay, Alicentia. -
Hello Here is the latest for my work-in-progress village, and my favourite so far. I reckon the colours work well together, and I'll stick to bright colours for my next building. I'm pretty happy with the rocks, but they are so parts/labour intensive! I have a new respect for large-scale landscaper Mockers. I might have to rethink the scale of this village... Anyway, I hope you like it. Simon Crystal Tavern (1) by simon crocker, on Flickr Crystal Tavern (2) by simon crocker, on Flickr Crystal Tavern (6) by simon crocker, on Flickr
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Saga of the Sea Rats, Volume 1: Piraat Rhys in Bastion Previous: An interesting Day in Granoleon... Next: |~+=@&@=+~|~+=@&@=+~|~+=@&@=+~| Log Entry 12 April 616 Bastion, Nest of Thieves Capt. Rhys Flaidd DeTaillefer Boris has opened his own business in Bastion....and it's quickly become the place to be on a Friday (or any) night.... The Dainty Sload Bar and Grill on Flickr He deftly built it up from the remains of an old wreck in the bay....a vessel once called " " Boris Kurylenko finds a new job, Bartender..... on Flickr Crewman Calvin has elected to leave life on the seas to become Boris' new cook.... Calvin, Head Chef at the Dainty Sload.... on Flickr Tayyib keeps order when things get rowdy.... Tayyib keep the peace..... on Flickr The local tribesmen really enjoy getting their groove on... Dancing Tribsmen... on Flickr Even the swordsmen from the Brotherhood stop buy for a relaxing visit... Even Brotherhood Masters enjoy a night out... on Flickr It's a great place for folks to come together and share their latest projects and ideas.... An evening out with friends.... on Flickr Anaïs arrived with her latest wonder.....the "Rifle Gun," which is far more accurate than our old Muskets.... Anaïs shows off her latest handiwork, the "Rifle." on Flickr Pavel likes to write poetry....which Redbeard Snakeskull quite enjoys... Pavel writes some poetry, Redbeard Snakeskull greets all.... on Flickr Word must be getting out...as we are seeing some new faces as of late... Interesting stranger checks out the scene.... on Flickr By far, the best (and most frequent) customer is Alois.....who can be counted on to provide interesting entertainment any day of the week.... Alois cutting loose.... on Flickr Boris has certainly found his calling... Boris is a natural when it comes to socializing.... on Flickr ======================================== Thanks for visiting!
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[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. -
This is my 3rd freebuild build of the month and first property (so feel free to approve). I've been experimenting with roofing, not entirely sure if this one works for me, but I thought I'd give it ago any comments welcome (the roof itself is one whole piece that rests fairly securely on top of the main walls). Another Corrington Tavern in Arlinsport; The Crossed Swords is more of a shack than a Tavern. With building materials scarce everything was savaged to build this watering hole, including part of a decommissioned ships hull for the roof. But this not stop the Patrons enjoying themselves within her walls. the company was pleasing and the liqueur flowed freely which was as much as anyone could ask. While Sir James was the Patron of the establishment he did not often frequent the place. on the occasions that he did he largely drank alone and swiftly. TheTavernCrossedSwords, on Flickr CrossSwordsTavern, on Flickr Tavern, on Flickr TavernCrossSwords, on Flickr Eeeek I've just realised my title is somewhat lacking please could a MOD edit it to read [Cor - Feb FB3] at the beginning? Thank you.
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[COR-Feb FB2] The Captain's Daughter Tavern, Arlinsport, Tiberia
Ayrlego posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Hello everyone, a small artesian build and my first property. I was very impressed by Mike S's modular style Amelia Street buildings and have attempted another in the same style. While his are obviously from the more wealthy and tidier part of town, I wanted a darker feel for what is supposed to be an (ever so slightly) seedy tavern! Not entirely happy with the result, but here it is. Oh, and in an unrelated note, this is my 100th post, and so I reach the dizzying heights of Eurobricks Citizen!!! Dirk Allcock's second investment in Arlinsport was a small tavern named 'The Captain's Daughter'. Some describe Tiberia as a gloomy place, but one thing is sure, it is full of sailors, soldiers, smugglers and adventurers, all of whom have a reputation as liking a good drink (or two... or four....). Surely investing in a tavern is a sure thing right?!!! -
After much pain and hurry, here is my answer to the Duel: Feast at "The Spin of Fate". Now a free-build by itself! Hugo wasn't eager to fight with Elysabeth Drondil as, due to his character, took it lightly as every other thing in his life. Or was arrogant enough and was sure he would win? So one day before the duel, he called his friends from the fleet for a drink, at "The Spin of Fate", where the drinks are cold and the girls are hot! The establishment took its name after the wheel (of fortune) that you can see right above the door that leads to the kitchen. That wheel belonged to the first owner of this place that came to the Sea of Storms with all his belongings on a cart. I had tons of fun making this build, which reminded me once more that i am a huge minifig and acessories lover and have the fig-fever. If you see some color deviations, it is because with this MOC, my brick stash is officially depleted with all this building the past month and all i have left is black and gray bricks Enjoy and sorry if you have an eye-sore after watching due to dim yellow lighting but couldn't wait till morning (job is killing me! hehehe) Thanks again! feast at The Spin of Fate by Spy Tha, on Flickr feast at The Spin of Fate foldout by Spy Tha, on Flickr feast at The Spin of Fate closeup by Spy Tha, on Flickr
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Born the 3rd son of well-to-do land owner in Olean Sinbad was expected to join the clergy as all good 3rd born sons were known to do. His oldest brother was to inherit the land from their father, and the 2nd son was already a person of note in the Olean Navy. And if Sinbad were to follow tradition, he would become a well spoken clergyman. But Sinbad did not believe in the religion of his people, and he did not want to be stuck on land his whole life. His heart yearned for the sea so to the sea he went. His full story is for another time, but after more than one voyage, Sinbad ended up on the island known as the Nest of Thieves. The island lived up to its name and soon Sinbad found himself penniless. Not without resources, Sinbad lifted a few coins off of a drunk who had passed out in an alley. The coin was just going to be spent on drink, thought Sinbad, so what harm was there in him being the one doing the drinking? He entered a loud tavern known as Marco’s and settled into a corner. He noticed many of the bar’s patrons were of an ethnicity different than most he had encountered on the main lands of the peninsula. He assumed they were of the Orient, a land even further south and east than New Oleon. Their speech was a little different, but easy enough to understand. “I tell you father, we are wasting our time here!” the man standing at the shoulder of “father” said. “The best men are to be found at the bars closer to the docks.” “Yes young grasshopper,” “father” replied, “But those men are also more blood-thirsty and less likely to appreciate the fine line our crew must walk in our endeavors. Remember, you are not captain for a reason, you still lack much experience.” “Ha!” the son exclaimed, “I may not be captain, but as quartermaster I hold just as much power as you. Be careful not to forget that!” “You’re arrogance does not become you Li” he replied. “Now are we going to continue to argue like dogs over a bone or are you going to find us some more recruits? We need at least one more member if we are going to pull off our next privateering run for Lord Foxx.” Sinbad perked up at this. He wasn’t sure he was ready to join a bloody-thirsty crew. He needed a ship with a level headed captain so he could learn how best to make a living in this new world he had entered. A privateer was nothing more than a sanctioned pirate who managed to turn some profit towards the one who sanctioned him. But a captain who accepted a privateer’s license was more likely to give Sinbad a chance to learn how to be a good crewman without too much punishment or ridicule. “I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re in need of another member for your crew” Sinbad said as he stepped over to their table. “Where do I sign up?” “We don’t take just anyone you sewer rat!” spat the son. “You look like you don’t know your fore from your aft sails!” Ignoring the tirade of his son Li, the father asked, “You look Oleander by birth, where do you hail from?” Sinbad looked down at his feet, “My past is not important, only my future. I wish to sail the seas and live a life on the oceans. I may not know much yet, but I swear I’m a quick study and a hard worker.” “Hmm,” nodded the father. “A man who runs from his past always finds it just behind him.” The father looked Sinbad in the eyes for a long time while Li looked bored and impatient. At least the father said, “I am captain Cho Fang. Will you serve me and my crew as a faithful member and able bodied hand?” “Sign me up” was Sinbad’s reply. Additional shots:
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"Damn ol' man! This was the last time!" Cedryc the Innkeeper came running out of the Leaking Barrel. "Where me coin? I've got enough dopey boozers here, I don't need a bilking wizard!" The old man mumbled an unintelligible song and tottered along the path. "I swear it to you, Perry, Coin now, or that door will remain closed for ya." The wizard stopped his waving walk immediately, pricked up ears and eventually turned around:" Cedryc? Is that you? Ah...my old ears. I thought I heard someone. What can I do for you?" "Don't take me for a fool- You heard me. Just foot the bill." Peregryn Ratchett, the purple wizard straightened up, trying to pose with great dignity, and said:" You are in luck today, Mister Barliman. For I am a wizard, and not one of those smirking charlatans, who try to confuse the more simple men with their conjuring tricks. Nor I be one of those who speak with somber voice, moaning and talking of dark things to come, only to frighten the good rural men. I am a real wizard, and real wizardry is my craft. So speak, how can I serve you?" "Oh no! Not again! I know your wizardry. What's with that 'enchanted frying pan` you gave me last time? You transfigured my daughters cat. Every time I put it on the fire it starts screaming miserably. And I cannot lay a fish in it without it vanishing." "Meeeoow", the frying pan made a purring sound in Cedry's hand. "It takes great knowledge to cast such a spell. You should be aware of my skills. Once kings asked for my advice and many a noble lord beseeched me to grant him a glimpse into his fortune." "Ha! Fortune! say you what: If you really can let me have a look into future, then I forget about the bill." Perry made a meaningful expression:"So be it. But you shall be warned! Even a small glance into a man's future could drive him mad. Neither do I have the possibility to destine the time and place of the vision, nor can I influence what you will see. Now we need something...a looking glass, ah, the kitten will do. Hold up the pan." The purple wizard held his hand upon the frying pan, mumbling spells in a obscure deep voice, his eyes closed. Suddenly the bottom of the pan seemed to dissolve, and a sallow green light shimmered through. Then the vision came: "Meeow!" The frying pan flew away and hit on the ground, now being the kitten again. "What? Where? Why??..What?" Cedryc, the poor Innkeeper cowered on the ground, still starring into the pictures, which now were burned into his mind. "Hm...That was not right. The effect was by far too strong. My poor Cedryc, I am afraight these things were not destined for your eyes. I warned you that I have now influence on it." Perry felt very sober now. He sank into deep thoughts about what he had seen:" Great things are about to come. War is coming to these lands again. The Black Spire's forces are on the rise. And the fate of the East, and maybe of all of Historica now depend on very few who are still bolt enough to challenge Lord Raavage. I must hurry. It seems that I have a part to play again in the greater story." "What are you talking about?? What did you do to my eyes? Just get out of my head!" "I feel somewhat guilty for your current condition, though I did warn you. Maybe I can effect some other magic to help you out? But hurry, I' am busy now. I have to care about greater things than an Innkeepers daily worries." "Leave, just leave for king's sake! Forget about the bill- just go! What insanity to open a tavern in the bloody Darklands! I'll go back to Albion!" Cedryc ripped of the door and stumbled inside. "You are right, my dear friend. There is no time to waste. I must go now. Hopefully it is't too late." So this is my first contributin for our collaboration about the Nocturnus resistance. I hope you will like Perry Ratchett, the purple wizard. He will have a lot of screen time in future stories. I'm not so happy with the pictures of the vision. Originally I had something more nebulous in mind, but I wanted to finally post the story. Enjoy!
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The screeching of a Seagulls echoed noisily through the uncanny silence surrounding a solitary tavern, causing a few of the men standing on the road to jump in fright. One of the men, a uniformed marine wearing a wide-brimmed hat smiled sardonically. “A fine lot of soldiers you all make.” None of the men responded. Most of them were dressed in civilian garb, and there were few that did not show some sign of agitation. “Is it true Captain Mortimer makes his victims cut off their own fingers then eat them?” a mustached cloth merchant asked. “Quiet!” An elderly man holding a torch shaded his eyes, staring down the road. “I thought I heard something.” They all heard it now. The thud of boots on the road, the coarse laughter. The very air seemed to smell saltier. There could be no mistaking that noise. Then there they were. roguish a band of pirates as could be found in the northern seas. Their leader, a red bearded man in a bicorn hat, smiled cruelly at them, eyeing their force with contempt. The marine's hands started to sweat despite himself. His words came out in a hiss. “Fire the cannon.” The elderly man jerked out of his frozen state and raised the torch over the cannon's fuse. He was too slow. Before the marine's eye could register what had happened the lead pirate was pointing a pistol at the old man and there was a report. The man fell dead, blood pouring from a wound in the direct center of his forehead. And then the pirates were upon them. The marine lifted his carbine just in time to block a blow from the lead pirate only to feel fire and ice in his side. One of the peasants was down and the others were running. The marine's compatriot, a big fellow with a pike, had skewered one of the pirates, but had his pike knocked out of his hand. Then the marine felt the lead pirate's blade enter his abdomen and he knew it was over. For a moment he stared at the blade in his chest, then he was on the ground, choking on blood. This was it. He hoped he died before they could torture him. The pikeman dove for his pike only to find one of the pirate's pistols in his face. He moved back only to find the inn wall behind him. His breathing was ragged, and not from over-exertion. Captain Mortimer smiled his cruel smile again. “What made you think you could beat me, royal dog?” The pikeman spit. “We will never stop trying to beat you.” Mortimer stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. “Off with his fingers.” The build. I actually started building this over two months ago, and put three Bricklink orders into it, so you could call it a masterpiece of mine. I tried to combine some of the cleaner/smoother styles on Eurobricks with the more textured style of Mocpages and Flickr, hopefully to favorable results. Also, off the record, but this is literally the first build I have posted in the online community in which I have used yellow heads. The back. So I guess that's it. There's looking to be some pretty tough competition for this contest, and I'm honored to have participated! Good luck to all the contestants! ~Adair
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Happy finally to be able to present to you my latest MOC, The Tumble-Home Tavern (pun intended). As a wise Jedi once said, "Never will you find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy." So here goes..... I wanted to try something different with the look of the building, so I did a beat-up stone facade. I really like the way the weathervane turned out. "Move along, nothing to see here." No cows were harmed in the shooting of this scene. The tomb of the notorious pirate, Deadbeard. Back shot of the tomb of Deadbeard. And there's the man, himself! "Mine?! Mine?!" It doesn't appear the 12 Steps are working. Sigh.... why is the rum always gone? Well now, this is awkward.... Also note the Redcoat spy in the barrel. I can't tell if they're checking the menu for names they know or trying to worship the metal chicken on top. Here's a closer view of the stone work on the facade. I still need to finish the sign. Frankly I'm a little surprised - I thought pigs had some standards. Definitely not the Swedish Chef. The fireplaces are lit from below using small LED tea light candles. Another shot of the chef hard at work. How do you like your giant bug's head cooked? The back view. Some of the nastiest pirates around are meeting upstairs - Dread Pirate Roberts, Blackbeard, Sponge-Beard Square-Rig, and nearly every pirate captain TLG has released since 1989 - Metal Beard is absent because I'm still working on him. The upstairs lifts out for easier access. Overview shot of the downstairs. My tribute to Isaac, the bartender on "The Love Boat". Note the baseball bat behind the bar. Originally this was a musket, but the baseball bat was funnier to me. "The fish is dead! Long live the fish!" I don't think kitty really wants to eat that three-eyed mutant fish. May I just brag a little about this corner? Part of why I wanted to do this project was because I wanted to do these sorts of windows. I'm really quite happy with the way they turned out, and this particular photo is one of my favorites because this is the exact effect for which I was going. The answer is yes, you can bring outside food into the tavern, but they make you cook it, yourself. I think he can do better. When I originally built this Minifigure he was marrying a cow. "Avast there, matey! I'm a pirate! Come sit on me!" I had to do this. I just had to. I'm sure you understand. Lobster or giant scorpion? I reckon we'll find out when he whacks it with that hammer. More of the action downstairs.... And I love that you can see the face of a Bluecoat soldier through the window. A shot down the pier... Proudly owned and operated by a guy with more money than brains and a guy with more fake parts than real. Thanks for looking!
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Previous Chapter: The Chambers of the Nightlord --- Next Chapter: The Aegis Council Aeldric and Voraal dropped themselves off in the tavern in Vanhorn. Aeldric ordered a quart of ale, and Voraal mingled with some guests. "Ah, Ansriff." Voraal said to a man in the corner. "Voraal? It's been so long!" Voraal and Ansriff had been friends for seventeen years. "Yes, it has. I understand you earn your profit from accepting tasks from the citizens?" Voraal asked. "Yes, indeed. Do you need me to perform a task for you?" Ansriff asked. "Yes, in fact, i need you to find a woman, black robes, long wavy, black hair. I heard she'd been seen in the forests just outside of town, and with your former ranger skills, i think you'd be able to find her." Voraal requested. "Oh, so it's a love story?" Ansriff joked. "Well, your not exactly wrong... I'll pay you five pounds of silver." Voraal offered. "Deal." they shook hands. "When i find her, i'll report back here." Ansriff said. "Thank you. It was nice seeing you." "You to, Voraal." Voraal strode over to the bar beside Aeldric, who'd drank five bottles of ale. "Who was that queer looking fellow you were talking-" he hick upped "with?" "Ansriff, one of our former rangers." Voraal replied. "Ah, i remember him." the two went on talking. Hey guys, sorry there wasn't a larger picture of the build. Still kinda mainly story here, but i did include a bit more detail than the first Avdar's Office. C & C welcome.
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Hi everyone, here is my latest MOC The Brick and Stud Tavern which I've been working on for the last couple of months, a couple of bricklink orders slowed things down a little. I've wanted to do a pub for a while now and wanted to include more scene's with water so it seemed a good idea to combine the two. I had to scale it down from the quayside/fishing port I had in mind originally (Perhaps that will wait for another day), so a small river or canal seemed the obvious choice. This is inspired by canals seen in the UK, maybe I'll do a dutch canal someday I took ideas from - The Riverbank cottage - a previous MOC of mine which I made last year. I spent quite a bit of time perfecting the windows trying to get the right proportions on the lintels and framing without leaving unsightly gaps. The canal boat/narrowboat was something I had in mind to make the water look a little more interesting and went through several revisions before settling with this one. I found it difficult to get a sharp point on the front of the boat and eventually settled for a simpler rounded shape, perhaps not as realistic but nevermind! Sadly no interior this time round as I was mainly focused on landscaping. Anyway on with the pics, there are only 4 on this occasion; If you'd rather view them on flickr the link is here https://www.flickr.c...s/52656812@N04/ Here's hoping for a new camera for my birthday this year! Any thoughts or comments welcomed! Cheers
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Hello, everyone! This is my entry for another contest at LUG Brasil. It is also part of a bigger MOC that I will show in Expo LUG Brasil, in November, in São Paulo. The castle fans around here are preparing a very cool collaborative display for this theme. I believe we are going to have more than 10 people building something big for that. In other words, a lot of fun! I always wanted to build a tavern in LEGO and this challenge was a very good opportunity to practice others construction techniques and roof. In fact, I loved the final result of this roof with orange plates! I think that in live the MOC is much more beautiful because of the color scheme. This time I was smarter and built the entire modular work on 32x32 baseplates and everything fits very easily, including the roof, which is a unique piece, facilitating the transport too, my karma in LEGO! If you would like to see the details of it or check other MOCs, go on my Flickr profile and have fun! Hügel Tavern 1 by Adolfo LUG Brasil, on Flickr Hügel Tavern 3 by Adolfo LUG Brasil, on Flickr Hügel Tavern 7 by Adolfo LUG Brasil, on Flickr Hügel Tavern 9 by Adolfo LUG Brasil, on Flickr
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Hi All, Here are photos of the next section of my castle, the Tavern. This is now 11 of the 12 sections completed so I'm almost done. I've made the corner tower of this section timber to add something a bit different to the castle and break up the greyness of the castle. C&C welcome. The complete album on flicker is here: https://www.flickr.c...57648842457481/ Thanks.
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Book II, Challenge III Cat A: A boast of victories to come
Bregir posted a topic in Guilds of Historica
Somewhere in Mitgardia, near the grand city of Amortug, a Leander enters a tavern and orders a goblet of wine. Clad in dark, earthly colours atypical of his people, he leans discreetly on the halfwall to a booth inhabited by two dwarves, wetting their tongues with wine, and falls silent. His thoughts linger on his own kind, who, with Royal traditions in their blood and myths, are now shattered throughout the Guilds of Historica, living lives far from the lordly stations of their past. Yet, still they maintain a creed of royalty to preserve and uphold peace in the lands of Historica, once said to have been ruled by a mythical line of Leander kings, before Man, Elf, and Dwarf arrived. It is but a few weeks past his Duke called him in and warned him of the risk of war between Mitgardia and Avalonia. A war that was likely to spread, and bring death and destruction upon all free people. A war that should be avoided at all costs... At the clash of two cups, he is brought out of his musings and back to present reality and the task at hand. Through the bustling sound of a seacaptain boasting his provess to the barmaid, and the general commotion of the inn, the burly voice of the younger dwarf becomes clear to his feral ears. Younger dwarf: "Cheers to victory and success of our ruse! When our miners break through to Avalo...." The older dwarf sends a harsh glance and interrupts. Older dwarf: "Hush, you fool - Would you have the whole world hear of our plans?" He lowers his voice and smiles. "Yet, I agree with your sentiment, good fellow..." The younger dwarf follows suit and lowers his voice, after looking over his shoulder. Younger dwarf: "None be listening here, and there aren't a single elf amongst the patrons... Anyway, the tunnels are almost done - none will be able to stop us now." Older dwarf: "Ah, you are right in that - let us raise our cups once more. To victory over the Drow in Avalonia. We shall show them underground elves how true tunneling is done. He raises his cup in a toast. Younger dwarf: "When we emerge upon their lands, the Drow will fall and the Avalonians will tremble before our might!" Spying isn't necessarily a complicated process. Sometimes, the combination of a keen ear and a slip of the tongue is all that is needed. And as anybody will know, no ears are keener than those of a Leander, and no tongues slippier than a dwarf in his drinks.... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Overview picture: -
The Black Swan Tavern serves the best food in the City of Durrough, especially on Market Day. Click on the pics for greater details. Thank you for your comments & cc, Cheers, Gary
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[pid][/pid] 247A Greetings! Well, after a nice time planning, building, getting feedback, rebuilding, and getting everything done, we finally got our entry done: The Lighthouse Guard & The Imperial Tavern Both sets were designed to match each other and make a long redcoat harbor. We decided to stick to a classic design, with some details from the new 2009 pirates wave. Both sets provides great playability by their own, but when paired, the posibilities are almost limitless! The way we decided to connect through technic pins, allows to merge both sets in several ways! promoting creativity and play value. With no other introduction, we are proud to present our entry to the Pirate Team Contest From Capt. Stabbin: The Lighthouse Guard From Yawgmoth: The Imperial Tavern I gotta say it was really fun, I'd do it again anytime, so I shall extend a BIG thanks for this idea, and the general concept of this competition!
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[pid][/pid] 245D Team eurotrash/Oirad 72 are proud to present their combined ex-pat Brit/Italian entry to the Pirate Teamwork Competition. We decided to go for a set-based approach - something that Lego could produce, sets with playability and strength and we agreed to update the classic Pirate feel. So, strap your Parrot to your shoulder, shiver your timbers and please enjoy our contributions - The Slippery Eel Tavern and Fort Degas. The Slippery Eel Tavern by Oirad 72 This notorious Tavern is set on a busy Jetty. It's a den of thieves and cutthroats and any Redcoat that wanders down here better be on the lookout. The set comes complete with a rowboat, cargo-crane and Mermaid. Inside the Tavern there's a fully equipped bar area, steps up to the second floor storage room and a doorway through to the upper deck. But it looks like a junior Redcoat is questioning the Innkeeper "What do you know about smuggling?", he's asking. But the Innkeeper is afraid and has pulled the pin, the trapdoor opens and the Redcoat tumbles into the mouth of the waiting crocodile! The upper deck and crane with some very effective textures and colors on the wall. The locating Technic pins that enable the two sets to be combined. Fort Degas by eurotrash This set comes complete with a Seagull stolen from the Parisian Restaurant. It attached to the Tavern via the Technic pins in the Jetty and hidden in the rock. It has open backed access to the Entrance Room, Hall, Dungeon and Tower. And the roof comes off for additional access. "This Rock wall is interesting. I wonder what's behind here" "Get in the Dungeon you Pirate scum" "But don't worry - I'll set you free!" Here's a short youtube video showing the mechanics for opening the Treasure cave and removing the Dungeon wall. Thanks for reading. We hope you enjoyed our entry! eurotrash/ Oirad 72
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Hag's Tavern Nocturnus Falcon Freebuild Hag’s Tavern; one of the darker spots of Port Wrath, that is if one considers some areas to be brighter than others. Having come to Port Wrath on their quest, the three Falcons, led by Sir Tercel, now come to Hag’s Tavern in search of allegiances… “Sir Tercel…this was a bad idea…we cannot trust the safety of the gold in a place like this! We’re more likely to be killed here then on the docks outside!” “Quite…Fendrel told me to come here…and you will do as he, and I, command.” Addressing the entire tavern now, Sir Tercel speaks aloud so all can here: “Tavern patrons! Listen! His lord Fendrel, and the Black Falcons of Nocturnus, are in search of troops and laborers. We ask now, that any willing able body persons, who take kindly to gold, come to us now…and join the blooming Flacon empire! Will anyone join us?!” From the dark smoke filled room comes a loud single reply; “What the hell is a Falcon?! I ain’t ever heard of one of them?!” More patrons scream in replies; “Their birds you idiot!” “Aren’t they the ones that got kicked out of Cedrica?!” “We left voluntarily, completely voluntary!” Tercel quickly interrupted back. “Do we have to wear stupid hats like you are wearing?” “I still don’t understand what a Falcon is!” Annoyed, Tercel screams out, “Ok! Well if anyone does want to join us, meet us outside—come on you two this was a waste of time, grab the chest and let’s go to the next tavern.” Enjoy ~Nemo
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I present to you my entry for: Expand the Winter Village Contest III The Winter Village Tavern! (I apologize for the image quality) I don't have any of the winter village sets (all the more reason I'd love to win one! ) so I had to look them up online to get a feel for their look. I loved the way the Cottage was designed and decided to model mine after that! Here's some more shots The inside! The side! Where do the kids go while their parents are in the pub? Outside, where they have snowball fights, of course! Full set: flickr page with all of the pictures (much better quality): http://www.flickr.com/photos/70459923@N05/ I hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for looking Good luck to the other contestants! Why did only the last picture load? Sorry guys...
