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Honour the Fallen Chapter I: The Tranquil Meadow Chapter II: Old Bagshaw's Residence Chapter III: The Poacher Chapter IV: Making Camp Chapter V: Solitary Council Chapter VI: Escaping Home Chapter VII: Waylaid Chapter VIII: Archery Practice Chapter IX: Honour the Fallen Bonus Landscape: Avalonian Countryside Nyle added another stone to the pile and started looking around for another. - 'I think that is probably enough', he heard Sir Darby's voice behind him. Nyle looked down at the pile of rocks. Maybe it didn't need any more, but Nyle didn't want to be done. He bent down to pick up a small pebble and threw it on the heap. - 'Kipp wouldn't care about the size of his cairn', said Harlon. 'He always lived in the moment, and now his moment is over. Just let him go.' Nyle imagined that comment might have earned Harlon a stern glance from Darby, but he knew it was true. This was all for him. For him to make peace with losing his brother. Nyle took one of Kipp's swords and wedged it into the cairn. It took him a while to get it to sit sturdy, but eventually it stuck. He then proceeded to tie Kipp's cape to the handle. The wind caught it a bit, giving it a small flutter at the edge. Nyle thought back to his childhood days. Kipp had always been the strong confident big brother who always knew how to handle every situation. He had always felt safe knowing Kipp was around. And then, Kipp had gone off to war. He clearly remembered the misty morning, seeing his brother pack his horse, and then flashing him a smile, ensuring him that things would be ok, before riding off. Nyle had been devastated for days. The colors had gone out of the world and the food had tasted bland. That feeling of being left behind, it was the same feeling he had right now. Kipp had left him behind. Again. - 'What do I do now, Kipp?', Nyle whispered to himself. 'The only reason I'm here is because you were going. I wanted to learn from you. To be like you, the Great Kipp. But mostly, I didn't want to be left behind again. And now I'm standing here, and you are gone. What do I do?' Harlon sighed. - 'How long is this going to take?', he asked. - 'He needs his time. He's not used to this', Darby replied. - 'Clearly. But we should get moving. Someone is clearly after us, and I'd feel much better to be one in the crowd in Newquay.' Darby didn't share Harlon's worries about the assassin, and neither did he think that life in Newquay would be much of an improvement to their current situation. But at least there would be some answers at their destination. For better of for worse. - 'Why did Kipp even bring him along? Now we will have to babysit him all the way to Newquay, and probably even after we arrive.', Harlon continued. Darby looked over at Nyle. - 'Yes, he is as green as they come, but if memory serves right, you have made confident soldiers out worse. Remember Tane?' Harlon smirked. - 'Yeah, I wouldn't do that again for anything.' Harlon drew a deep sigh. - 'But maybe you are right. We could make a man of him yet.' - 'We can at least try. But you are right, it is time to get going' - 'Nyle, we have to go', said Sir Darby. 'Me and Harlon will go and prepare the horses. Say what you need to say and get ready to leave. Sir Darby and Harlon started to make their way back through the fields. Nyle watched them leave. - 'Can I do it, Kipp?', he asked. 'Can I be you? The strong, confident warrior that everybody looks up to. I'm scared. Were you scared too? Heading out to battle not knowing what to face?' There was no answer. Nyle would have to figure this out by himself. His brother could not help him out anymore. It was up to him from now on. - 'I will be keeping your other sword', he said. 'Hopefully I can do it justice. Goodbye brother.' Nyle turned around and started making his way through the field back to camp. *** Been a while since my last GoH post now, but I certainly enjoy building in Avalonia :) This build was actually the result of taking the four corner modules for another, slightly bigger, build I'm working on and then adding the center greenery (plus the token tree of course ;)) to fit my GoH story. The grain technique is obviously very parts intensive and time consuming. I would have liked to make it even thicker, but ran out of tan bars. Gotta get more bars ;) The transition from grain to grass became a bit too abrupt and looks a bit unnatural. The planned build will have a stone wall or a fence as a divider so it should hopefully look better. Also, I might change the soil to be all dark tan rather than a mix of dark tan and reddish brown. Thanks for watching :)
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The capture of the Dark Narwhal, and the death of her captain had been told readily enough. Captain Daffyd Prows, known to many as Splattersquawk, had been struck by a precise cannon shot, sending his body off the ship and into the deep. What had not been told was that the force of the shot had knocked the close-by first mate, Tolan duBroise, senseless for several minutes. During that time the crew of the Dark Narwhal were overwhelmed. When Tolan came to he only had time to grab all that remained of his late captain, his black hat with the gold tiara, before he was surrounded by the invading Sea Rat crew. Holding tight to the hat and his favorite map, Tolan allowed the invaders to disarm and shackle him. He was quickly ushered over to the Darting Frog, and into a fully shuttered captain's cabin. The cabin was lit with three oil lamps, and was decorated with items seeming to have originated from the far southwest of the Halosian continent. This was not surprising, given the look of most of the crew. His captors forced Tolan into a seat before a grandly carved desk, holding him in place. One cocked the pistol taken from him, and the other placed Tolan's rapier on the desk within easy reach. Tolan relaxed with the understanding that if he behaved he would survive. It was several minutes before a man obviously the captain came through the door. He said something in some other tongue to the crewmen, took the cocked pistol, and sat across from Tolan. The two crewmen were quick to exit. The captain smiled at Tolan, laying the pistol on the far side of the rapier, within his easy reach. "I am Captain now." the man said, with no hint of accent. Tolan gave a slight nod. "Please lay your map and hats on the desk," he asked. When Tolan did so he continued, "You are a valuable man, Tolan duBroise. I answer to Captain Sulu. You know the name?" Tolan nodded again. "Good. Captain Sulu has prepared a ransom contract should we capture you," he said, handing over a piece of parchment, "Please read." It was a simple contract, but clear and generous. He would be held at a secret location, and well cared for, until the ransom was paid. The sum listed wasn't unreasonable, so Tolan knew his family would pay. The note also informed him that all his maps would be copied, but anything on his person save pistols would be returned. For his part the contract stipulated that Tolan, upon release, was to swear off seeking any revenge on the interests of Captain Sulu. "My crew?" Tolan asked. "May stay or go when we sell the ship," the captain replied with a shrug. As Tolan reached across the desk the captain tensed, but relaxed when he lifted the quill in the inkwell. Signing the parchment, he asked, "May I know your name?" "I was told not to give it," the captain replied. "Ah," Tolan responded, returning the parchment. The captain took a long moment examining Tolan's signature, comparing it to the notes on the map before him. When he was satisfied, the captain spread sand on the ink to set it, blew on the words, and quickly rolled it. A bit of black wax was applied, and a seal impressed into it. It was only when this business was done that Tolan realized that the Darting Frog had been under sail for quite some time. The captain called out in that other tongue, and a different crewman came in with a black sack. "You are a canny navigator, Mr. duBroise," the captain told him, "This is a minor thing to keep our holding facility secure." The sack went over Tolan's head before he could comment. Covered, he was ushered out of the office, across the deck, into the hold, and then across what seemed the extent of the hold. On this trip he heard the voices of his crewmen. "Hold steady, mates," Tolan told them with as much conviction as he could, "Ye'll be free soon enough." Tolan could tell that the man escorting him was taking him around several alternating stacks of tall cargo (plunder?) to his holding place. When they stopped, the unknown crewman spun Tolan left and right repeatedly, confusing his sense of direction. Then came a wooden clack and the creaking of hinges. With sudden push Tolan stumbled into an empty space, followed by a heavy thud. It didn't take long before Tolan realized he was alone, and he removed the black sack. "A smuggler's hold? Here?" Tolan exclaimed when he realized where he was. A small shaft of light pierced the darkness of the place, likely from a knocked out knot in the wood. It let him see three barrels on the left side of the space (he couldn't tell if it was port or starboard), and on the right a small enamel pot. His privy he guessed. A quick examination of the barrels revealed that one was water, one was hardtack, and one was salted beef. His provisions obviously. Tolan looked out the knot hole, but all he could see was a line of planks. With little to do, Tolan settled against the beef barrel and began to sing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tolan would spend nearly a week in the little hold, seeing only two crewmen when they came to empty his pot. One would hold a pistol on him, and the other would leave with the pot, empty it and return, then they would both leave. By the end of his stay the place had become quite ripe. It was night when Tolan heard the clear sound of an anchor going down. It was simple matter to expect whomever came for him would want the sack on his head, so Tolan did this himself. It wasn't long before he heard the hidden door open and a gruff voice say, "Good. Walk." Sack covered, Tolan was put into what he could tell was a dinghy, rowed to a beach, and marched through some dense foliage. There was an expanse of open ground, then a stone pathway. The sound of a large door opening, then Tolan was walking on wooden floors. Tolan was told to keep walking, with nudges on one shoulder or another to indicate turns. As he came through another door, he heard the shuttering of a window to his left. Tolan was turned to his right, and the bag his shackles were removed. He stood in a hallway. Ahead to his left was a barred doorway, and on the right was a small table. "Your things stay there," a crewman told him pointing at the table. Pointing at the barred doorway he continued, "You go in there." Tolan had little choice but to comply. The room looked comfortable enough, though it had been decorated for a lady, and lacked any windows. As soon as Tolan was locked in, his escorts left. A few minutes later the clattering of a shutter bathed the hallway in light. Tolan put his face against the doorway to try and see the window, but no angle gave him even the edge of it. Upon searching his quarters, Tolan found behind a screen at the far wall (not pictured) was a private garderobe, with the even better luxury of running water. That night in the soft bed was another luxury that Tolan hadn't had since the Dark Narwhal sailed out of port in October. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning Tolan was awoken to the sound of someone unlocking the door. In came a woman with a pistol, a man with a plate of food and cup of ale, and best of all, a man with a razor and a towel. After the shave they left, and Tolan ate. Later two would come, one with pistol and one to get the dishes. Lunch and dinner were same, without the shave, which would only be every third morning. During the day between meals Tolan would pray and exercise. This would be his routine for about three months. Tolan did his best to mark the date, and when he couldn't quite remember those who served him his meals were willing to tell him. This allowed Tolan to honor the holy days of his faith as best he could. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Feb. 18, 617 Today's mid-day clinking door came with some welcome news. Today his ransom would be paid. "Out with ye, man," called the one in red. "My effects," Tolan exclaimed. "Hold there a moment," the man in greens told him. The man in green tossed one of his blades to the woman with red hair, and quickly put Tolan's rapier in its place. "You'll get this back when you're with your people," he told Tolan, "And I'll carry your map while you wear the bag." "Well then," Tolan replied, picking up his brown hat, "I guess I'll give this hat to the lad, if he'll carry my other." "Ah, well, okay then," the young man in red replied. "Now, on with the bag, and let's go," Tolan exclaimed. With the black sack firmly in place the quartet made their way out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was another jungle walk, but it seemed to Tolan that they were taking a different direction than the night he came in. The walk was longer than before, but to the beach they made it. Before long Tolan was settled into a dinghy. The trip in the boat was quite long too, and intentionally obtuse. His escorts took strange arcing turns, and five times paddled in circles both directions before heading off again. As soon as the boat came to shore, the sack came off, the black hat plonked down on Tolan's head, and the map thrust into his hands with a, "There you go." The foursome took another long walk, a full two miles down the beach to a well cared for dock. Just before stepping up Tolan noted a fortified house just inside the treeline, with at least two muskets pointed out of a window. A quick trot down, and Tolan greeted some welcome friends. Viscount Alexander Doblin was expected, and Captain Hammish Grei of the Island Rose a welcome sight, but it was High Priestess Ylsbeth the Starcatcher that was a most rewarding surprise. While Tolan greeted his party, the man in greens tossed the rapier. His aim was bad, though, and it headed for the frozen grin of Captain Grei. Ylsbeth, proving at least part of her name true, caught the blade, and lightly handed it to Hammish. The Sea Rats were quick take their prize and leave. Viscount Doblin wanted an accounting of why the Dark Narwhal was lost. Tolan handed him his map, on the back of which was listed all the times Daffyd Prows sailed for blood not cargo. He also told Alexander how it was Daffyd who was targeted when they took the ship. "How would ye like to be the captain of the Island Rose, lad?" Hammish asked as he handed the rapier to Tolan. "Oh, I'd gladly command her," Tolan replied with a smile, "But why?" "I'm a good score of years older than I look, and I've a mind to settle down," he told the younger seaman, "The good Priestess here has offered to make me the in-shore Commodore for the Island Rose and Consort's Duty. When ye're berthed in Nova Terreli I'll assist ye with cargo, and new crew if need be. Ye'll be reportin' all yer accountin' and turnin' over what's owed to the Crahaish to me. I'll also be respons'ble for givin' orders from the Crahaish, if they be needin' either of their ships for some purpose." "You're the right man for the job, Hammish," Ylsbeth encouraged the man. "I even have a mind to try for a seat on the Colonial Council. The Independents' Seat has been empty for too long," Hammish told Tolan out of the corner of his mouth, and much louder, "Enough of this lad. Let's get ye acquainted with yer new crew. And then we'll be settin' our course for Nellisa." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- An overall shot of builds A and B together. Links to some shots of the builds empty. A 01 A 02 A 03 B 01 C 01 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And that's the story. CCC?
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[FB-COR] The Curious Case of the Bottled Message - Prelude Ch V E
Bregir posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
King's Harbour was growing, and had recently become the seat of the Colonial Governor of the Southern Isles. The former governor's office was quickly turning out too small and was now only the seat of the planning office. The rest of the colonial administration had moved to grander surroundings in the newly completed Government House. Spanning one of the freshwater canals that keep King's Harbour clean from the filth of concentated population, it has been built between the two planned boulevards planned to lead into the city to ensure a central location. This does put it somewhat at a distance from the busy harbour, but Cooke is expecting the settlement grow to such an extent that it will soon be a more central location. For now, at least, the distance ensures that only the most serious of petitioners make their way to the office. Almost palatial in appearance, Government House provides ample space for a bustling city administration, and throughout the day, civil servants, merchants, army and navy officers, and civilians pay a visit to get permits, orders, licenses, and some even to have an audience with the governor himself. Today is particularly busy, and Cooke, a man of action, is getting somewhat short-tempered after dealing with a paranoid Olean count (convinced clerics of Hades are haunting him), a tiresome group of Eslandian merchants (as ever requiring compensation for one slight inconvenience or other), and a multitude of other complaints and requests. However, the positive weekly constable's report just delivered by one of the delightfully efficient Winged Cuirassiers (the unit has been charged with keeping order in the city) has ligthened his mood somewhat in advance of the arrival of one of his protegees, young lieutenant Collingbrooke. "Goodday, Captain Cooke. I hope I find you well, sir" "Quite so mr. Collingbrooke, if it wasn't for all these goddamned landlubbers and their endless complaining. Not to mention the paperwork..." Shaking his head, Cooke continues: "I mustn't speak so, of course, forgive me. What brings you here?" "Despatches, sir." Handing over a sealed folder, and hesitating for a moment, he adds: "I mean not to be impertinent, but.... erhm... have you had the time to examine the bottled message? It is the talk all over town, if you don't mind me saying." "Ten thousand blistering barnacles! I knew I had forgotten something..." Rustling through the locked, ironbound drawers of his desk, he brings up a bottle. Lost in his own mind, he uncorks it and motions to pour himself a tot of rum. In doing so, a weathered document falls out into the glass with a thud. "Sir..." "I am quite besides myself, it would seem! Now, let us see what the fuzz is all about..." he says, unfolding the document under the inquisitive eye of mr. Collingbrooke. "To the crown of Corrington, or its representatives.... Blabla... titles... introductions... Here we go.... ...And so, stranded on Cascadia I wandered for days until I found nothing less than a golden city! Natives long isolated from their mother-civilisation by some obscure series of events that I have not yet unravelled. It appears there are extensive taboos surrounding this... goes on at length about taboos and legends... I have now taken up residence here and will study the indegenous civilisation... directions for the location of the city... I suggest assigning a full anthropological and diplomatic mission to establish relations with the inhabitants. Your humble servant Dr. Albert Brickingstone Anthropologist, Royal Society of Natural Philosophy 598 AE, Cascadia" Once more at home in a situation requiring decisive action, the old piratical gleam reaches his eyes. "Write out three copies at once" he calls out to one clerk, "I need an able commander with a fast vessel, and I need him now!" to another. Turning to Collingbrooke, he says: "You will man and provision the Ferret at once. You may have your pick at crewmen amongst the squadron. Destination: Cascadia. You must reach Montoya. I shall write up a cover letter, and you will leave this very afternoon. Any questions?" "No sir, you have been perfectly clear. I shall report aboard the Ferret at once." -
A commissioned model for one of the Skyrim game designers. It is based off of the actual Proudspire Manor in game, which is located in the city of Solitude, just like my previous General Goods, and Windmill. The model uses many of the same techniques as my previous Skyrim models, but I changed the stonework technique in this creation to be more parts efficient. Proudspire Manor is the home of the respected Proudspire family, in Daydelon. Plenty more pictures on brickbuilt. All C&C welcome
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Another fun build for the ABC’s of Castle, over on Classic-Castle, as well as a Kaliphlin free-build. This one is ‘Courtyard’, for ‘C’. I wanted to try experimenting with color a bit in this build, as often times the Mediterranean style builds I see do so to great effect. It was especially inspired by the works of Robuko. It's been a while since I've finally gotten around to continuing my Katoren story-line, due to other commitments, but here's another installment. Check out the previous chapters: Secretive Plans Bandit Camp at Kharab Fortress "Sir! Sir! Urgent Message from the southern outpost! A sudden attack from the desert king forces leaves us in dire need of support. I was scarcely able to slip through the siege lines of the desert king, to deliver this message from Captain Temas." "How could it be?! Responded Qalaq from under his white turban. That outpost is only known about by loyal supporters of the High Council, and is almost impossible to find!" "A important question, Qalaq, that we must find the answer to. it shall have to wait, however; now we must make haste to gather our forces and lend aid to Captain Temas, before the fortress falls and the men are captured. I'll send my messengers to gather troops and supplies, and we'll leave before sunset. Messenger, thank you for your work. Now go to my room, clean up, and then get some sleep. You have to be exhausted." "Thank you, sir, indeed I am. But be sure to wake me before you leave; I'll not be found here sleeping while my fellow friends battle for their lives." "Very well, I shall do so. But come now, we've much to do, let us not waste any more time talking here!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some overview pictures of the build: I would like to claim UoP credits for: General Building - mosaics, stained glass, or complex SNOTted floor designs. History (3 of 3) Lots more pictures on Brickbuilt. Thanks for looking, C&C welcome
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Episode1 This is the first day for me after finishing the Academy as a Trooper, ... a Stormtrooper. I have done the one-year junior academy for cadets on Lothal and after that I had the standard stormtrooper training. Now I'm officially a member of the Stormtrooper Corps and I got the code name: TG-0222 I was sent forth Takodana to an Imperial Outpost to serve the Galactic Empire there. I travelled with a bunch of experienced soldiers, so I was the only one 'shiny' , new recruit on that shuttle. The Captain of this facility welcomed us at the yard. He is a characteristic imperial officer, strong-willed and disciplined. Unfortunately the other shipment didn't arrive yet, which means our equipment and blasters are still in crates. Our Officer said we will do repairs and cleaning as technician, until the supply come. Today finally the new shipment arrived, so we're lined up on the yard of the Outpost. The Technician brought the crate with the Captain , and then they started divide the guns to the troops. I was the last in line, so I got the one remaining blaster. Somehow it was a non-standard EE-3 blaster. I don't know how this happened, but I now this is mine. After spend a decent time training, I'm very good in aiming and shooting with this Gun, certainly among the bests at trainings. Anticipated this outpost will be my home for a long time, to serve the Galaxy, gain experience and maybe it's just the beginning of a great carrier...
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Carpenter's house in Laelariel [missed deadline for Cat. B]
en_zoo posted a topic in Guilds of Historica
'We've been deprived of everything; only few houses are still standing. We tried our best to contribute to the war against Raavage, but.. ' - A villager in Laelariel I'm sorry guys, life got in between and I missed the deadline. When realising I wouldn't make it, I decided to also go over the size restriction, so this cannot be an entry at all. However, I'm pretty satisfied with the result, so I'm posting it anyways. Sorry, I have only this one pic due to the same time constraints. It's my first attempt at a half-timbered Tudor style house, for which I'd like UoP credits - will definitely build more of this, so if you reckon this one isn't quite enough for the Credits, no worries and just say ^ The Tudor is, after all, a bit irregular, as you can see [there was a reason for this but I've quite forgotten by now..]. Special thanks must go to @TitusV for the much inspiration provided recently [I was honest, see? ] as well as @ZCerberus for the same inspiration, in particular thanks to his Beggar's Inn. Other random facts: The roof - I'd never expected to like the classic sloped roofing so much; it might be disappointing for some, but I reckon I'll stick with it for a while One part I didn't manage well is the rake, as it doesn't completely cover the black of the roof-slopes. The colours - needless to say, blue and its shades are the new addition to my palette, I really like them [yes, random dark turquoise just to see how it looks ]. I'm also looking for a smoother transition between rb and normal green - sand green helps, but I'm open to suggestions [I don't reckon dark brown would do..]. Overall, some classic techniques that I've finally tried out. C&C most welcome as usual - thanks for looking! ^^ -
The Raging Fire is finished, now under full sail . The Raging fire! Built for speed, she started her life as a merchant ship but it was later fitted with more cannon ports, giving the ship a capacity of 22 guns. The Dancing Ember is a ship of the same series, there's one more coming in this line. Below are pictures prio to rigging and sails. Just like the Dancing Ember I started this ship at Maxim's, using his collection. But eventually I was seduced into buying the WIP from him so I could continue to build at my home. I didn't bother to do sails yet, I will add those later. I'm a bit short on parts to really finish the ship and since it might take a while before I do I decided to put it online already. I can't wait because this ship is needed for a special operation (in BOBS). Overall I'm quite happy with the ship, it shows a lot of similarities with the Beatrix. Although it does not share some of the functional features (working capstan, light in cabin, ) It does have some improvements on the esthetical part. I think I can say that this must be one of my finest so far. Built on white prefab hull pieces with partially brick-built stern to get a better shape on the aft. She carries 22 cannon, classified as a light frigate or corvette. Color scheme consists out of a tan gun line with dark and olive green for the upper walls and pearl gold for ornaments and decoration. The stern is enhanced with stickers from some Chima legend beast set. There's an interior but due to the rigging it's not very practical to access so forgive me for not having pictures of that. Apart from the sails and rigging this is 100% LEGO. Any more questions? feel free to ask ;)
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To Captain Jonathan Cooke, Colonial Governor, Cocovia Dear friend, We have arrived safely on the island of Cascadia, and have rendezvous'ed with the forerunners of the Royal Pioneers. Hopefully, we will soon start to set up a more permanent camp. The commander of the Pioneers assures me that as soon as the rest of his unit arrives they will start setting up fortified positions. And I must say, I the wealth of nature here is astonishing. We have stumbled upon masses of nondescriept plants, beetles and felines, and I cannot wait to dive upon the reefs, or explore the inlands. However, I write to you to draw your attention to something I am sure you will find interesting, you being the very image of the nautical being. We were surveying a bay for its usefulness as a harbour for our camp, when this oddly shaped vessel stood in, its crew offering us pelts and fruits. I have forwarded a serious of drawings young mr. Baker have made. He is proving to be a most valuable companion in documenting what we find, and I trust you will find his illustrations fascinating. Your humble servant Montoya Note: I have never seen anything like these sails, and I am certain you are able to conclude much more from these drawings than myself. Note: Notice the armament, a sort of ballistae. They seem unaware of gunpowder, but showed how their steel spears thrown by this contraption would pierce a heavy plank at a hundred yards! Note: The strange pulley up front appears able to change the rake of masts. To what extent that influences its sailing properties, I have no idea. _______________________________________ Thanks for looking, guys. C&C welcome. This is not as advanced as my other (ongoing) ship mocs, but I bought those longboat hulls and wanted to try them out. And this is where it ended. She will be licensed as a 5T.
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Facing the main square of Arlinsport, the new headquarter of the Bank of Corrington has now been finished, and the bank is opening for business. The building itself is almost monumental in style, symbolising the stability and security it stands for (and offering some of the safest vaults of New Terra). The employees are well paid and recruited after extreme vetting to ensure their moral standards. ___________________________________________ The bank offers anyone to set up an account, whereafter access to any of the banks multitude of services can be arranged. Base service 24 hour access to accounts You can always find your current account here. Free and instant withdrawals and deposits to and from your account (within your credit limit!). (Simply fill out the proper transaction form and enter your transaction in the above sheet under "Deposits", as well as in this thread.) Interest on deposits All account holders with positive balances share in any interest earned on loans and credit lines. Optional services Credit line and loans Negotiate a credit line to help you when in need of extra liquidity, or take out a one time loan Anonymous accounts Should this be of interest, an anonymous account can be set up. Joint investment handling Are you tired of monthly payments to investors? Place your investment under the BoC, and let the proceeds automatically flow into the bank accounts of the shareholders to be withdrawn at their convenience. The BoC handles investments of all kinds, in return for a small set-up fee and share of profits. (Contact your personal advisor for details on prices and set-up) ? (The bank will regularly audit the accounts to check for discrepancies, and criminal or fraudulent behaviour will be punished most severely.) Should this lead to any questions, feel free to ask here or in more private communication. Also, do you think this 16x16 build can be licensed as a small commerce? For new players: Bank of Corrington Pioneer Loan Scheme
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A fun build for the ABC’s of Castle, over on Classic-Castle. The idea is to pick a castle word that starts with any letter, build it and then post it (in alphabetical order). For my first contribution, I did the letter ‘B’, which stands for blacksmith. The blacksmith shop lifts off the base for easy play-ability, and features a full interior, as well as hinging walls for easy access. Inspiration for the wall texturing goes to Rod Gillies. Hardwin the smithy is always kept busy at his work, with all the local farmers coming to him for their tools and when their horses need shoeing. He's also known for his fine armor and weapons that he makes when not occupied with other tasks. More pictures on Brickbuilt Thanks for looking, C&C welcome
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Last we saw Montoya, he was setting out from Isla de Medio to escape the unpleasant realities of war and politics and once more turn his attention to the sciences. Now he had arrived at Cascadia, where he met the vanguard of the newly formed Royal Pioneers in the form of the recon section, who are specialised in exploration and reconnaisance. They are now venturing through the jungle looking for a place to establish a base of operations for future expeditions into the heartland of Cascadia. A base that would in time be known as Camp Isaac, named after Montoya. With the pioneers clearing the way, Montoya has ample time to stop and smell the flowers. Or more accurately put, to stop to catalogue and decribe them in the name of science.
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Vehicle, Land Vehicle Job: Driver Start Log: Always great to have the backing of a well equipped maintenance team. After my last mission I returned to base, and while I awaited a new assignment, my speeder was given a thorough going over by the mechanics. Several other speeders were also being docked in the maintenance bay. (This speeder was previously used in my Desert Patrol build) See more pictures here: brickbuilt.
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Ep. 3 Laesonar Episode 4 The Paladin of Emptiness Laesonar checked the situation from his hidden position. “So, they took up residence in that building, or?” Helga frowned and her face darkened. “Not quite. This used to be a sort of guarded inn on the trading route between Weastioven and Laelariel. They’ve been using it to make their prisoners rot before executing them in Weastioven. When the moment arrives, they come and pick them up. It seems today is one of those days; the chieftain in person is here with his lieutenants and captains. Can you see the chieftain’s personal guard? He’s the man who killed my brother!” Krisly almost stood up, trying to get a better look. “So they must be important prisoners. Who are they? Is that guy an orc? I can spot a lot of blood!” Laesonar answered promptly: “SHE is a HALF-orc, and yes, she must’ve been tortured. The old man looks like a merchant. As for the third, we should set him free. I can sense there’s definitely something interesting about him.” Elysande, silent so far, finally spoke up: “But, Laesonar, they are so many! We need a good plan.” “Sure, sure. Helga, the bodyguard is all yours. And Krisly, I’d like your first arrow directly on the chieftain, can you do that?” Krisly was right about to express her concern, when Laesonar suddenly sprang out of the bushes, katanas in hand, reaching quickly for the first guard. The surprise effect played against the latter, whose head dropped down in a matter of seconds. However, the clang of the helmet hitting a stone attracted everyone’s attention. Laesonar’s path got blocked by two bandits, his katana clanged on the shield of the first one. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an arrow flying up and landing at the chieftain’s feet, missing its target. But he also saw a second arrow plunging right into the chieftain’s throat immediately after. He was taken aback. “That arrow came from a different direction, it cannot have been Krisly’s… ?!” Helga took her chance. With a shout, she ran towards the chieftain’s personal guard, who was checking on his dead master. Wisely enough, she didn’t wait for the man to confront her. Instead, she threw her axe from a distance, ripping up the man’s leg, who shouted in pain. A war horn echoed loud in the air while she quickly reached her target, landing him the fatal blow. “This is for you, my beloved brother! May you rest in peace!” Still busy with his fight, Laesonar checked the situation around. The sound of the horn had summoned more bandits who were now pouring into the courtyard from the inside of the building as well as the back of it. “Well done, Helga! Now get the keys. Set that prisoner free!” Elysande suddenly appeared at the back of one of his opponents, cutting his throat with her short sword. The prisoner was freed from his chains. He stood up, picked up a long sword and finally spoke up with a calm, soothing voice: “I am very much in debt for your assistance, Ladies and Gentlemen. But please, the man with the horn is mine! Now let’s get done with this!” He pointed his sword towards the sky, reciting mysterious words and performing a circular gesture with his left hand. Before long, the effect of the spell was in place. All of the bandits looked confused, one of them even fell on his knees. Laesonar took advantage of the confusion and got rid of his heavy armoured opponent with a precise hit. Elysande felt weird. “Wh… What’s going on? I feel so good!” Laesonar felt like never before. A powerful energy quickly filled up his entire body, renovating his strength, sharpening his intellect, nourishing his vital spirit. He decided not to control it and instead let go. With a shout, he literally jumped above and into a group of enemies. “YYiiii-hhaaaaaaa!” The freed prisoner was astonished, then grinned. “Whoa! Your friend has got quite the agility! Let’s get at it, everyone, it won’t last for long!” Arrows started raining down from Krisly’s direction, while everyone got into the fight. The battle that had initially looked so tough was actually over in a matter of minutes. Helga looked at the ex-prisoner while catching her breath. “So what did you do? Which kind of spell was that? Are you a wizard?” Laesonar was piercing the corpses of the bandits to make sure they were dead while picking up any gold he could find on them. “He’s a paladin. And he’s just casted the most powerful and enjoyable Bless I’ve ever experienced.” The man smiled proudly: “Your friend is correct, my lady. I am Armin Mainardus. At your service.” Helga was pleasantly surprised. “A paladin?! Which sort of? Which God do you worship?” Armin frowned and turned serious. “My lady, in the path of Mother Nature I could find no God to worship, as the supreme forces of Love and Death fight an endless battle bound to have no winner. My devotion have I found by looking beyond that battle, where those forces merge and are one, in balance. It is contact, it is paradox, it is supreme Emptiness born from the All coming together. It is sheer, untouched vital spirit.” A moment of silence followed. Laesonar grinned, the three girls were perplexed. Elysande broke the silence first: “Oh my! You do sound exactly like Laesonar!” “And who would this Laesonar be?” “That would be me. I must confess, master paladin, I had lost hope of hearing such wise words in this crazy world. It is nice to meet you. And say, where is your shield?” Armin was surprised and quite intrigued. He looked at Laesonar coming towards him, then smiled deeply and shook his hand. “Well met, Laesonar. As for my shield, it must be inside with my other things.” A raspy voice joined the conversation from the middle of the courtyard. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt, but my wrists would be grateful if you could free them from their chains too. I’d also respectfully suggest to leave the presentations for later and get away from here as quickly as possible. Finally, if master paladin can also heal wounds, I reckon the ‘lady’ here could do with some help.” Armin looked at the half-orc in her paddle of blood. “I might have enough power to stop the bleeding, but then I’ll need to recover. Do you know any safe place nearby? We could all do with a bit of rest.” Krisly pointed at the forest. “We know the woods around here pretty well, we could camp somewhere for the night.” Armin checked on the half-orc. “She isn’t bleeding anymore. I need to collect my things inside. Oh and those shields with the bear heraldry, we should take them with us. I’ll explain later.” Laesonar was quick to answer. “I’ll take care of that. Everyone else, please go with Armin and check the inside of the building for any food we can take with us.” Finally alone, he approached the chieftain’s corpse to inspect the arrow that killed him. He recalled the scene in his mind: “No one seems to have noticed. Could I have been the only one seeing that second arrow? Or was it just my imagination? Here, I was right. This one is different from Krisly’s.” Had his memory not failed once more, he could’ve recognised the mysterious arrow. “Damn my memory! I’m sure I’ve seen this craft-work before… !” He hid it under the chieftain’s corpse as he heard the others coming back. Elysande’s voice reached him: “We’ve found bread and dry meat, as well as everyone’s possessions!” “All right then. Let’s get out of here.” ------------------------------------ Dear diary, Laesonar is as reckless as ever. Today he literally charged into a bunch of armoured men! What is worse, I had to help and he definitely noticed something! How I wish he would think about his actions in advance for once! Love, L. Extra shots: whole MOC before story events (the right corner is cut, I know, I couldn't do any better ) whole MOC after story events: figs - check Flickr for short description: +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Hey everyone, sorry for the wait! I do have a million comments and details, but I reckon you guys have already read enough so far so, just quickly: I got half my collection (greys, greens, yellows, ...) back over Christmas and couldn't wait to go for a grey wall , which, by the way, I'm not totally satisfied with. On the contrary, I was pleasantly surprised by how well normal green and sand green go together. My main problem this time was photography - given the MOC's size, lightning ect. but even just framing were a real hassle! I have hence went for a first attempt at editing (main pics only), which I think improved things, though the final main pic is still missing a corner and it's a tad too bright, probably? As for the story, it's still too long, but I think it flows a bit better now that I've followed @Exetrius's example and implemented @MassEditor's advice (cutting off the speakers' names) - thanks for that, guys Any other comment I'll leave for now. C&C most welcome as usual. Thanks for reading/watching! ^^ Ep. 5
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Just a quick 30 minute LUG speed-build that I liked enough to take pictures of and post. One of the main things I wanted to try with this build was the transition from tan to dark tan on the edges of the path, to give the impression of slush. A Mitgardian trapper goes for a walk in the early morning, after a freshly fallen snow. More pictures on Brickbuilt Thanks for looking, C&C welcome
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Matthijs Honig had been carrying around this idea for a long time, but had been in need of financing. He had seen businessmen bankrupted by bad luck, while others had been blessed by unbelievable luck, and he believed there had to be a fairer way of distributing risk and reward. Recently, he had met a man called Ibn al'Sayeed, who had offered to finance his idea. And so, with 1.000 dbs backing from the Montoya estate, he had purchased an office in Weelond and set up shop. The first few captains were already approaching, and he was sure business would be brisk. The Weelond Insurance company will insure all trading vessels at 100 % of their license value in return for 1/3 of any trading proceeds. Warships are insured for 1/3 of licensing costs. Shipowners can sign up their ships until the publication of the MRCA results. The company will have its own accounts, but the Montoya Estate offers 1.000 dbs as security, should the business not be able to sustain itself. Please contact the insurance company for special deals on multiple vessels! So go ahead and sign up your ships in this thread. (Also, the build will be licensed as a small commerce.)
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Location: D04, Terrial Minor Tags: Vehicle, Land Vehicle Job: Driver Start Log: Fairly standard assignment: patrol Terrial Minor and make sure Kawashita or Octan has not been completing any operations there. This new Titanium Thunder hover speeder made it fun though, man can that thing move! See more pictures here.
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An Elven Fortress in located deep in the Mystic Isles of Avalonia, Valahadrian was erected during the war of the elementals. It's defenses are light by human standards, but this fortress was not designed to ward off normal men and women, but the various magical embued entities of the isles which it guards. It's magical defenses are formidable, and can be sensed from miles around. I've wanted to do a traditional fantasy build for a while so I finally did it. Happy building and thanks for critiques and comments!
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With King's Harbour growing, its rising number of inhabitants has started looking for spiritual guidance and refuge. Therefore, the Faith has opened up a temple in the settlement. While nominally a Temple of Poseidon, and served by his priests, it is practically a Pantheon, allowing worshippers of Zeus, Hades and Poseidon alike. Most likely, as the settlement grows, temples will be erected for each of the three deities, as well as for other religions of the Brick Seas, but for now, one must do for all believers. On this day, Ibn al'Sayeed is visiting the temple, to offer worship to his God. Being native to one of the southern realms of the old world, his religious views are known to very few, but he has been frequenting this temple since its opening. Whether he is worshipping one of the three known Deities, some foreign version of one of them, or something entirely different is known to few, as he does not discuss it openly. What everyone know, though, is that he is the manager of one of the most succesful estates in New Terra. Adding to that an entrusted position as Montoya's right hand man in the ETTC, and his assistance to the governorial seat of King's Harbour, his days are never dull. Al'Sayeed considers his career with some degree of pride. It has been hard work, starting out as the lowly captain of a small xebec, the Sphinx, but now risen to a considerable position in business, respected and known by many accross the Brick Seas. He does have plenty to thank his Gods for, whoever they are. Outside the temple, at all times, two priests of Poseidon are stationed, tending to the temple and aiding the poor passing by. In King's Harbour, however, their sacks of bread and other necessities are hardly ever touched, as very few are in need of their services. Instead, they walk the settlement after their shift at the temple, handing out bread to a hungry guardsman, a worker at a factory, or a kid underway from school. When the greater charities are in low demand, smaller acts of goodness must fulfil their days. _____________________________ King's Harbour needed a cultural property to progress, and Ibn al'Sayeed needed some screentime, as did the faith. And here it all is, in one build. C&C is, as always, welcome. Thanks for looking!
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My 8th entry into the CCC XIV, for the Traveling Salesman category. I’ve wanted to try an Asian themed build for quite some time now, and this category seemed a great opportunity to finally actually do it. I’m very pleased with how this build turned out, though there were definitely some challenging parts. It was inspired by several of Disco’s excellent Asian builds. A friendly fish vendor peddles his wares on a busy street. See more pictures on Brickbuilt Thanks for looking, C&C welcome
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"Mr. Gardener!" Montoya exclaimed, delighted to see his old shipmate. "Doctor! How pleasant to see you well!" the young man replied, his voice carrying over the crack of sails and rigging. "In fact, it is lieutenant now. And, should you wish to oblige me immmensely, you could call me captain, being in command of this here fine vessel!" "Captain Gardener it is, then - And what a prodigiously fine little ship she is!" "Indeed she is, although some may call her a yacht, rather than a ship, not being ship-rigged... But a wonderful sailer, nonetheless." Gardener said with a smile. "Bah, you sailors and your jargon!" he said, shaking his head. "How is the wind for Celestia?" "As sure as your hand during surgery, Doctor! Hop on board just this moment and we will be right off. Been lying to here for long enough now!" Montoya had long since had enough of the fighting on Isla de Medio, or Isla de Victoria, as the Eslandians seemed to call it, and as the field hospital was established and would function without his participation, he had written to Cooke to have transport arranged. And while it had taken some time, Cooke had arranged for the Pioneer, under the command of his former midshipman, now Lieutenant, Gardener, to pick up Montoya on its way to Celestia. As it happened, the Pioneer was despatched to bring supplies and mail to Major Allcocks expedition on Celestia, whereafter it be at Allcocks command to support the expedition in any way he may wish. Montoya was happy to leave. Eslandian and Marderian wounded alike all seemed confident on victory, and the battle would be bloody. He was tired of war, and rumours of both Marderian and Garveyan (on the side of Eslandola) reinforcements suggested an escalation of the conflict. Soon, it would be full blown war. The diplomatic grapevine was buzzing with tension. The Pioneer is a yacht, a swift and manoeuvrable fore-and-aft rigged vessel type recently developed in Altonia. Adept at sailing close to the wind, low draught, and easy to handle even by a small crew makes it perfectly suited for running communications both inshore and on the open seas. Several of the type has been commissioned by the Crown for the National Surveyor, the service in charge of charting the territorial waters of Corrington. Apart from small-arms, it is unarmed, not intended for warfare. On board, in the cabin, young Gardener asked Montoya a curious question. "Who was that fellow?" "Who?!" "Did you not notice the man behind the bushes? A native, it seemed..." Montoya was leaving from a small pier just outside the Fuerte Unido city wall. He wouldn't be sad to see the island disappear below the horizon, once more devoting himself to the natural sciences. ___________________________________________________________________________ A fun build, and one of my favourite landscape builds ever. Rigging the yacht did obscure most of the build, though, which is why you get a "ship-free" picture. The yacht is a class 2 F, under the current nomenclature, and may or may not be licensed. If the greenies want the property licensed, let me know. C&C is, as always, welcome.
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Each morning, Don Isaac Montoya wanders to the shore of Isla de Medio to look out for ships carrying the Corlander standard, before returning to the field hospital to care for the wounded of the Eslandola-Mardier conflict. He is longing to leave the conflict behind, and with the hospital now up and running, he is ready to move on towards new horizons. Having received word from his friend and fellow of the Royal Society, Dirk Allcock, of a planned expedition to explore Cascadia and Celestia in the Prio Seas rumoured to be a treasure trove of scientific discovery, Montoya is looking to leave the tragedy and tedium behind and again engulf in the pursuit of science.
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My entry to the CCC XIV, for the Ice Castle category. In the mountains of Mitgardia, in a small castle lives wizard Arardan. He is a master of dragons and here on the Arddarwor he grown some great dragons in the land. Some day at the castle from the land of Nocturnus arrives Roogtur and he buy a dragon, and take him home to make it an evil beast who will fear and trembling all in Nocturnus. Thanks for looking!
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My 7th entry into the CCC XIV, for the Small Miscellaneous category. The colorscheme was inspired by Legopard and Brickvader’s Venice. I wanted to try something a little different from the typical vineyard, so I decided to do a wall and tower surrounding it. Harvest time brings plenty of activity to the vineyard as everyone works together to gather the ripe grapes. Contests to see who can harvest most are common, though some take a more relaxed approach. More pictures on Brickbuilt Thanks for looking, C&C welcome
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Cooke being away in Quinnsville didn't stop developments in King's Harbour. Everything was progressing along with his, so far still secret, plan, and new settlers arrived regularly. While not growing as fast as Cooke had hoped, the arrival of organisations like the ETTC and the Royal Society spurred growth and attracted both investments and people. One of the most recent additions to the settlement was a physician, and it was with the growth of services like this that Cooke hoped the naval base would pick up growth. And so it was! Cooke's latest order as Governor had been to start building up a network of stone docks and canals, and already days after finishing these, the first plots had been sold. In the first stretch of stone docks erected, warehouses and residences had already been constructed for some of the most entrepreneurial residents and businesses, and the docks were coming alive. The first buildings were a warehouse of the Montoya Estate and residences for two wealthy merchants. Loading and unloading the vessels and barges calling in the port required the proper tools, and several cranes and lifts had already been constructed, both for the dockside and as integral to the warehouses. To ensure traffic running smoothly in and across the canals, several drawbridges were being constructed all around the new port. The canals were already coming alive with several barges and small-craft like this ox-driven vessel currently unloading barrelled cocoa beans from the Allcock cocoa plantation inland. These were being stored in the cellar under the merchant's residence. Nearby, a captain is negotiating with a merchant for a new suit of sails for his lugger, which is currently without any cloth on its masts, due to it being improperly stored while in port and thus ruined by a storm. In the meantime, one of the new residents has purchased a piano from the Montoya Warehouse, surprising his wife with such a, for the colonies, rare implement. Cooke's city plan allows ample space for traffic and trade, with roads all around most buildings. This has the added benefit of limiting the squalor of closely populated areas, something that had been a cornerstone in Cooke's plan, having himself far too often struggled his way through dirt and despair in the cities of the old world. It will be interesting to see how King's Harbour develops from here, but if Cooke's plans are followed closely, this section will be a good representation of its future. _______________________________________________- Thanks for looking, all. I have wanted to do something like this for a long time, as I have a plan for King's Harbour, which I will hopefully find an occasion to show off in the near(ish) future. I am taking most of my inspiration from northern european cities such as copenhagen and amsterdam, especially Nyhavn in CPH. As always, C&C is welcome. A few more pictures can be found in my flickr. It will be licensed as a large commerce.
