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As word of the coalition's victory at Seawatch speads across the brick seas, it seems everyone is asking, "where is La Grande Armee?" It would seem that even the royal family has been asking this question. A week ago, a group of dour toughs, clad in black and carrying only the seal of the royal family, barged into the headquarters office for the army mustering at Lavalette and demanded an audience with the ranking officer. Major Cambois: "...but he asks the impossible. I need more men." The Stranger: "Tell me. What is the nature of this army's delay in sailing for New Haven and what happened to the general? Major Cambois: "Ah, you see, just as the army moved to the docks to embark, a crane line broke depositing hundreds of poisonous tree frogs of some type all across the harbor." The Stranger: "Sabotage?" Major Cambois: "We don't believe so. In any event, the ordeal took several weeks to rectify and cost us over a hundred casualties." The Stranger: "Your General was among them?" Major Cambois: "Well, no. See, after the battle there were ample slain frogs laying about and as no true blue Oleonese can throw away a perfectly good frog leg, a morale building feast was held." Major Cambois: "Sadly it turns out they were still quite poisonous and we lost the general, another hundred and fifty-two men, and a whole month." The Stranger: "Outrageous! If word of this ever reached the coalition!... We shall have to blame this whole incident on a Lotii spy within headquarters..." Major Cambois: "...megablock..." Thanks, ♧ OOC; I got a Bonsai Tree kit. If, like myself, you struggle with trees and/or floral bits, I can't recommend that kit enough. Plus it has a hundred frogs! Which should come in handy all the time.
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Settlement: Lavalette, Stéphanique, Oleon
Captain Genaro posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
This thread encompasses all builds within Lavalette on the island of Stéphanique. Name: Lavalette Ownership: The Royal New Terra Company (RNTC) Location: Stéphanique Mayor: Henri Hollande (Captain Genaro) Who can own property in Lavalette: Holders of Preferred Stock of the RNTC, holders of a Royal Charter or a decree from the Directeur. Violators may see their property seized. Who can freebuild in Lavalette: Anyone Who can dock a vessel in Lavalette: Holders of Preferred Stock of the RNTC, all royal ships of Oleon, any ships with a Royal Charter or a decree from the Directeur. Violators may see their ships seized. Coat-of-Arms: Maps: Map of Stéphanique Current Lavalette Development Plan Background: Safely nestled in a natural harbor, Lavalette is the first settlement built by the Royal New Terra Company (RNTC). Situated with an enclosed harbor to the north, steep mountains to the east, and a large lake to the south, Lavalette is surrounded by natural defenses. Lavalette is named after the Intendant General des Finances d'Oleon, Pierre Lavalette Genaro, Duc de Vele. Most of the population is Oleanders, but foreigners are not uncommon. Relatively undeveloped, many experts believe the settlement can boast large shipyards as well as huge plantations for the recently discovered peppercorn plant. Despite the rumors, the RNTC has remained relatively quiet regarding the settlement's potential and long-term plans. Current Plans: As of now, only the plans to make Lavalette a town have been released to the public. The town is small, mostly divided into a grid pattern, and surrounded by basic fortifications. On a small peninsula overlooking the bay, a fort is planned. Most of the initial buildings are expected to be very simple. Nothing too ornate, with many buildings built out of local materials in a quick manner. Most initial structures will be residences and commerce and artisan properties designed to help support initial settlers as well as pave the way for large expansion in the future. Examples would likely include lumber yards, quarries and stone masons, brick factories, stucco and plaster producers, to support construction as well as bakers, blacksmiths, and merchants selling basic necessities to keep the settlement well fed and functioning. Incentive Programs: All tax revenue for licensed builds in Lavalette will be refunded in full. Please PM Captain Genaro at the end of each quarter to receive a refund for said quarter. All licensed artisan, commerce, and factory builds will be reimbursed 50% of their license cost until further notice. Any build prominently featuring peppercorn will be reimbursed 50% of its license cost until further notice. The RNTC will purchase any build in Lavalette for 200% of the license cost. Builders who build and license 7 properties in Lavalette will get the chance to purchase a share of Preferred Stock in the RNTC. Of the 7 builds, at least 3 must be medium or 1 large and 1 medium. All incentives are cumulative. Properties: -
No one knows the exact origins of the winepress. Many say it was Dionysus who, upon seeing how much of glorious juice was wasted by the traditional trampling of grapes, has Hephaestus create the first wine press, a machine which early Oleanders quickly reverse engineered and spread throughout the Empire. Others (heretics obviously) claim it was the inevitable result of scientific progress in a wine-obsessed nation. Regardless of how, the important thing is the winepress is here. To the untrained observer it seems simple enough. A basket is filled with grapes from nearby barrels. Once the basket is filled, a capstan is turned to lower a plate, slowly crushing the grapes. Juice flows out a hole in the bottom of the basket into a cask. until the cask is full and ready to be stored for fermentation. The cake, the remaining seeds, skin, and stems are then put aside and usually end up as food for swine. Despite being a very manual task, the work requires significant skill. The grapes must be properly harvested, for unripened or overripe fruit could contaminate an entire batch of wine. Lowering the capstan is no small task either. Too much pressure and the artisan risks crushing the seeds, a terrible disaster, while failing to press hard enough would result in juice stuck in the cake. But for the man who can master this craft, the rewards are rich. P1130821 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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Previously: New Arrivals and Old Rivalries Lavalette Bakery The Beginning of the End I decided that I've neglected the dear captain long enough and I also wanted to try to build a RNTC building in the style of Kolonialbeamter's homes in Lavalette. Didn't quite turn out how I was hoping, but it was fun to build and I enjoyed creating the street paving scene in front (just a little something to show the young town under construction). Comments and criticism are most welcome. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "I've told you, sir, our orders are to allow no one in without the Major's permission" replied the private for what seemed like the hundredth time. An Unexpected Reunion by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "And do you understand that I have a ship that needs refitting and I have no intention of wasting my afternoon because some mercenary refused to let me carry out my duties!" roared Captain Anthony Genaro. "And if you don't step aside this instant," but before Anthony could finish, the door swung inwards. After a brief pause, two RNTC soldiers exited through the door, closely followed by an officer who, despite his seemingly confident posture, was constantly eyeing everyone with a suspicious look and glancing into the shadows as if expecting something. The RNTC soldiers quickly passed through the street-pavers as Anthony, still fuming from his exchange with the sentry, entered the Hall of Science, his lieutenant following behind him. An Unexpected Reunion by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Upon entering, Anthony looked around, hoping to see a sign that could point him in the right direction when his lieutenant politely coughed. "First door on the left, sir." "Yes, yes, of course, thank you, Jean,' replied Anthony. "I fear I'm still heated from that exchange and my wits haven't quite returned," continued Anthony as he knocked on the door. A muffled voice replied, asking for a few moments which Anthony and Jean spent in the hallway, Genaro examining a globe while Jean seemingly stared into the abyss. An Unexpected Reunion by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "Lieutenant? Lieutenant Anthony Genaro?" cried a voice from the door. "Why of course it's you!" Turning, Anthony's face lit up when he saw who it was. "Seamus Byron" Anthony exclaimed, butchering the pronunciation of the Corrish name. "Why, my friend, what ever are you doing here?" After a quick kiss on both cheeks, one of the Oleander customs that Seamus still found uncomfortable after many years, Genaro continued. "But I must correct you, it's Captain Genaro now. Has been ever since the year thirteen. Allow me to introduce my lieutenant, Jean Gascon," and, allowing a brief how do you do (fortunately for Seamus, no kissing this time), Genaro turned to Jean and said "Seamus here was once the finest schoolmaster in the fleet. Oh, yes, I remember the way he taught those mids back on Le Royale. Practically had them reciting sines and cosines for months on end." "Yes, but I warrant not one of those young gentlemen will ever have trouble navigating by the sun and stars," replied Seamus giving the Captain a friendly smile. "Come in, come in," he said guiding the pair into his office, a large room with shelves and tables filled with every conceivable rock and mineral you might find on the western half of Stephanique. An Unexpected Reunion by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "I see you've given up the sea life" said Anthony as he looked at a pile of maps and geological charts strewn about "and apparently your sense of order and cleanliness." "You must excuse the mess," said Seamus. "I'm sure you saw the company's major on your way in. He just came in here demanding that I tell him if some flower is native to the island. As if I'd know, being a geologist in my youth" Seamus said to Jean. "I told him the botanists were examining the plantations and that he'd have better luck there, but he demanded that we go though every book and map as if Von Miller made reference to flora in Essential Minerals. I tell you, that man must be mad." Seamus briefly paused to put shuffle some papers before turning back to Anthony. "But you must forgive me, here I've been monopolizing the conversation and with nothing to offer to drink!" apologized Seamus. An Unexpected Reunion by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "Not at all, my friend, think nothing of it," Anthony replied waving off the matter. "And though I'd love to catch up with you, I fear now is not the best time. I simply stopped by to pick up the geological report and any mail for Breshaun, but now I must be off to the blacksmith to see what he can do about our rudder." "Of course, of course, perhaps dinner then, if you're free this evening. And of course mister Gascon and your officers are all welcome" said Seamus. "I should like nothing less, but this evening I fear I have an engagement with the governor. Perhaps tomorrow though," suggested Anthony. "I shall hold you to it," replied Seamus, shaking Anthony and Jean's hands before seeing them to the door. An Unexpected Reunion by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Additional Pictures:
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I finally got around to photographing the results from my prospecting build. I've tried to continue working with ball joints with the rockwork, with some success I think, and decided to try a black background instead of my typical white. Comments and criticism is welcome. While not the valuable metals and gems the Company had hoped for, the discovery of mercury on Stéphanique was still an important resource, perhaps one that was even better than gold and rubies. The current mercury mines in Halos were already operating at their limits forcing the new gold and silver producers in New Terra to pay outrageous sums to the sultans of Mokolei and the Middle Kingdoms in order to ensure that production could continue. But this discovery could change that; the first new source of quicksilver in over two hundred years and right in the middle of the colonies. Right where it was most needed. Mercury Mine by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The Company wasted no time in sinking a shaft and bringing in workers to begin extracting the valuable ore. A small garrison ensured that the secretive natives would be dissuaded from causing any trouble that could halt production while Company officials regularly visited to ensure that the foremen were doing everything possible to maximize the amount of ore being brought to the surface. Mercury Mine by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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After losing the corvette HMS Badger to a nefarious fleet of pirates (and sinking the flagship, the Komodo Dragon), Corrington had been outraged to see the pirates parade the prize into the Olean port of Lavalette. Hence, Corrington had sent an official request to the RNTC authorities to size the unlawful prize and return it to its proper owners. This had left the authorities of Lavalette in a dilemma, as can be seen from the following official communication. Official letters: The outcome had been an agreement that Corrington would dispatch a group of Royal Engineers to assist in building up fortifications to counter the the pirate threat. In return, Oleon would seize the HMS Badger and expel the pirate fleet, as well as assist in the build up of similar Corlander defences at some point in the future. A plan had been made for a distributed build up of fortifications that would add up to a well-rounded defence of the settlement. Lavalette Fort Headquarters by Tom Gray, on Flickr (32x16 by @Spud The Viking) Fortifications: Visitors for Lavalette by @Bregir (32x16) Lavalette Cannon Battery by @LM71Blackbird (32x16) Innovative Tactics for Lavalette by @Drunknok (32x16) Mortar Emplacement by @Bregir (32x48) Small Fort at Lavalette by @Bodi (32x32) to be continued... For now, a large fort will be licensed.
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To complement explosive boats and direct fire artillery, the foreigners, now identified as Royal Engineers, had brought with them plans and equipment for long range defences, and with the assistance local manpower an artillery platform for heavy siege mortars was quickly erected. Able to lop explosive bombs accurately over great distances, it would be a threat to any besieging fleet or moored vessel. The builders now gone, the Corlander engineers are drilling the local garrison in the use of the mortars. Being accustomed to direct fire artillery, the mathematics and fire control of indirect fire is taking some getting used to. One of the garrison has made the mistake of standing before the gun as it fires, disregarding the warning from the instructor. The nature of indirect fire means communication with nearby outposts is of the utmost importance, which means a semaphore has been set up in conjunction with the battery. Further, to aid in fire control a spotting tower with optical equipment allows correction of elevation and azimuth for the artillery.
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Lavalette Cannon Battery The first order of business for the newly arrived visitors had been; in cooperation with the local soldiers, militia, and workforce; to erect a battery overlooking the anchorage. It served as a good practice ground for cooperation between the Oleanders and the Corla... foreigners, before bigger projects where started. Gun emplacement 1 by LM71Blackbird, on Flickr Digging out a plain foundation into the hillside and erecting a low wall, the new battery was well camouflaged and protected from enemy fire. Gun emplacement 2 by LM71Blackbird, on Flickr In this battery, local 24 pounders sourced from a naval storehouse and given army carriages serves as an effective counter to even heavy vessels.
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[OL] The trial and execution of Harrison Torn
Ross Fisher posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
The court day finally came, the infamous pirate Harrison Torn was conducted to the Hotel de Ville of Lavalette, then brought to a small room. He looked around and asked "where's the jury, where's the audience?" "There's no jury, no audience, only me and monsieur l'inquisiteur." Replied the judge in a cold, monotonous voice, then he added "shall we proceed, monsieur l'inquisiteur?" The man behind the small desk said "Your honour, the man you see here is accused of piracy, he was caught in the act by one of our fleet, I hereby ask a fast and severe punishment." "Very well, the evidence against him was overwhelming, send this man to the gallows." "But...I...I protest" stammered Harrison Torn. The inquisitor intervened, aloud, "the culprit said he's filled with remorse and he has no objection to the sentence." The judge nodded "Right. Next!" The execution and funeral of Harrison Torn was a lovely affair. Lavalette had recently built a new gallows just up the coast (actually a converted smugglers crane). The pirate himself gave a moving last speech, something along the lines of "It's not bloody fair..." Tragically, most of it was lost to the noise of the wind. Death of a pirate by Ross Fisher, on Flickr Harrison Torn's body hung there for a week or so as a warning to other pirates, before it was cut down by a small group of locals, who preferred their rum without import tax. This has been a collaboration between myself and @Bodi. Let it be a lesson to anyone else considering piracy in Oleonaise waters. -
In the dark of night, several boats are landing on a secluded beach near Lavalette on the Olean colony of Stéphanique. Some are carrying men, others are carrying barrels and guns. The men carry themselves like soldiers, but are not wearing any national uniforms, and an OIean officer has been sent to receive them. "Bonsoir, Monsieur. All boats have landed successfully, and we are ready to get started. Have you designated the building sites?" one of the men starts with a sharp military salute to the officer and a bluntness (and accent...) typical of Corlanders. "Bonsoir, sir" the Olean officer replies with an Olean salute. "Oui, we have prepared the sites. And we are most 'appy with your swift arrival. We are in quite a pickle 'ere, I think you call it?.." "Indeed. Show the way" the foreigner said with a bow. "I am pleased we can work towards a common goal..." Part Two here.
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A small prospecting build I made for Stéphanique. I tried experimenting with some of the new (well, new for me) ball-joint connectors to create the rock. I'm not sure how well I succeeded, but it has given me some ideas for future rockwork techniques. With the arrival of royal troops in Lavalette, Major Wolfgang Hochstetter was much happier, though his perpetual scowl didn't betray it. Company officials had been complaining for months about the lack of a geological survey, but until now he never had enough men to defend both the settlement and the survey teams. Now he did, and the men were surprisingly eager to volunteer for the duty. Hochstetter assumed it was their eagerness to earn his respect, but the truth of the matter was that it took them far away from the major and any other officers who might expect them to stand at attention and remain sober while on duty. Of course, it wasn't all fun and games. Bugs from rivers and putrid ponds swarmed the men and for some reason the survey men insisted on leaving the nice shade of the trees to clime around on rocks boiling under the hot tropical sun. Still, the soldiers were well prepared and with some liquid fortitude they managed to endure their difficult task. A Hard Day's Work by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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And the story continues. I've actually had this one done for about two weeks now, but I'm just getting around to taking the pictures. Comments and criticism are welcome. Previously: Lavalette Inn An Offer Reaching King's Harbour Recruiting Sergeant To the armoury! (Bodi) Lavalette Armory by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr After meeting his old acquaintance, Contre-amiral Lagaufre, Captain Anthony Genaro began walking around the arsenal. Though dwarfed by the sprawling complexes back in Halos, Lavalette’s armory was one of the larger ones in the colonies. Familiar sights and sounds were everywhere as new soldiers received their uniform and weapons while older weapons were maintained and repaired by skilled craftsmen. After walking for a bit, Anthony waited under a balcony looking into a courtyard full of activity. In one corner, a group of grenadiers were ritualistically checking their deadly grenades, carefully inspecting each fuse to ensure that it was still in good condition, of the right length, and properly connected to the grenade. It is a dull, time-consuming process, but one which leaves no room for error, as the slightest mistake could result in one of the deadly spheres failing to explode, or worse, exploding prematurely. Further on in the courtyard, Anthony could various gunsmiths and engineers repairing damaged muskets, a variety of uniformed soldiers going about their duties, and two armorers putting new blades on enough swords to supply a small army. Lavalette Armory by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “Fancy a new edge, sir?” a voice asked. It took Anthony a moment before he realized that one of the armorers was speaking to him. “A generous offer, but I’m afraid I haven’t long,” he said glancing at the chest full of unsharpened swords. The armrer simply shrugged. “Oh, don’t you worry about those there swords; they can wait, but we can’t have a proper gentleman wondering about with a dull sword now. You’ll become the laughting stock of the whole army!” Anthony laughed as he unsheathed his cheap, five guinea dress sword. “I’m afraid you’re wrong on both accounts, my friend. I’m no gentleman, and I’m fairly certain the a naval officer is already the laughting stock of the whole army.” Lavalette Armory by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The armeror simply shrugged as he took the sword. “Gentleman, commoner, army, navy… your coins all look the same to me.” As the armorer began putting the sword to his stone, Anthony continued looking at all the activity in the courtyard. “Rather busy,” he remarked. “It’s been this way ever since the 31st arrived from Halos,” the armorer replied, not taking his eyes off his work. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. A bunch of army gents just coming off their boats, pockets bulging with coins, ah, you’d be amazed, sir, absolutely amazed, by how easy it is to coinvince them to get their sword sharpened,” the armeror continued in a very casual tone, but Anthony didn’t care. After all, it wasn’t as if he needed to exert authority over this man. “They think it impresses the ladies, they do. Fools,” the armorer said the a chuckle. “But not the navy boys, sir. Oh, no! They’re smarter, smarter by far sir!” “And I suppose you’ll be telling the next cavalry man who walks past how they’re the elite, astute soldiers who couldn’t be fooled by the likes of you, eh?” “That’s just what I’m talking about, sir, you’re gone and proven my point! Perceptive you navy men are, able to see right through any flattery!” At this point the armorer held up the sharpened sword. “And equally able, no doubt, to notice the skill that went into sharpening your blade.” Anthony pressed his thumb against the blade. Sharp, very sharp, and a very even job up and down the whole sword’s edge. “A fine job indeed,” Anthony replied as he handed the man a livre. “Very generous, sir, very kind indeed,” the armorer said as Anthony tunred to leave. “And if you know anyone, any sir, who needs some sharpening, just send them on this way.” “Even a Corrie?” Anthony said in jest. At this, the armorer twisted his face. “Alas, sir, the good Lord has blessed me with the skills to sharpen swords and metal, but the dull mind of a Corrie is beyond even my expertise.” Lavalette Armory by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Anthony couldn’t help but laughing, a deep laugh from his belly, as he walked on to the tavern where he would meet Lagaufre. “Oh, I’ll have to remember that one,” Anthony said to himself. “Sharpen the dull wit of a Corrie.” A few more pictures: Lavalette Armory by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Lavalette Armory by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Lavalette Armory by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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This is a continuation to captain Genaro's story, which depicts the encounter bringing the two friends together. Previously: Lavalette Inn An Offer Reaching King's Harbour Recruiting Sergeant Jonah took a turn at the street corner and disappeared, Genaro, on the other hand, remained motionless and speechless, a short moment later, - What a strange story, our men held hostages at Westface, he said to himself, without this recruiting event, I’d never have believed it. His good mood was somewhat affected by this small incident, he turned on his heel and headed for the Royal Armoury of Lavalette. Located on the vicinity of Lavalette harbor, the Armoury was an two-storey complex, although recently built, it showed already signs of erosion, a common fate to the buildings along the shoreline. - Bonjour, mon capitaine! At the sight of Genaro, the soldiers guarding the entrance of Armoury stood to attention and saluted. - At ease. Replied Genaro. He walked straight into the yard, where the guns were stored. - Hum, luckily we are well prepared, who knows, maybe we’ll be needing them soon... - Hello, Captain G! His thoughts were interrupted by a voice, Genaro took a look over his shoulder, he saw a strange figure approaching, a bearded man in a shabby uniform, his beard was so dense that one could barely see his face. - To whom do I have the honor of speaking? Genaro turned around and replied with a cold and confusing voice. - It’s me. The man answered by taking off his hair-beard piece. - Contre-amiral Lagaufre, but what happened to you, you look, hum, worn. Asked Anthony. In fact he was quite surprised by the sloppy appearance of Lagaufre, he was acquainted with him during the ball of King’s harbour and he was well shaved and wearing shiny uniform back then. - You mean my beard? Nothing surprising, we’re in the tropic, everything grows faster here, my friend. Oh, have you noticed the temperature? So hot! And we are still wearing the same uniform, I’ve already heard complaints from my men, they sure have the right to do so, the poor men are still wearing shako, wool jackets and leather boots. Do you think we should ask for new uniforms, adapted to tropical conditions? Lagaufre said, frowning. - Certainly, that would be nice. Genaro said, looking at his jacket, then he asked, have you heard the rumours from Fatu Hiva? - You mean the mysterious creature thingies hidden in the jungle, just superstitions, maybe it’s time to educate the true faith to the natives. Lagaufre said with a grin. - Certainly, my friend. But I guess you didn’t come here to discuss this with me? Asked Genaro. - Oh, I forgot, you know new warships are being built at Eltina Shipyards, and we need more guns, that’s why I’m here. I think you aren’t here to meet me neither. Lagaufre replied. - Westface! I just learned that our men are being held hostages there, I felt a sudden urge to come here to check the inventory, we should be prepared for any eventuality. Genaro said - Agreed. Would you give me a minute, I’ll fill the formalities for the guns then we could share a bottle of wine at the local tavern.
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Previously: Lavalette Inn As always, comments and criticisms are welcome. An Offer by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr After a hearty dinner, one of the best Captain Anthony Genaro had in quite some time, the two men retired Paul Laforge’s lounge. After easing into one of the fine, plush chairs, Anthony took a moment to take in the room. Massive ceilings, wall paper, a fine Varcoast, or perhaps Mokolei (not that Anthony could tell the difference) rug, and gold plating adorning every available surface. Anthony complimented Paul on his fortune and luxury, and the men chatted a while about the spice trade, sailing, and old times. “Tell me, Gen, do you still speak Corrish?” Paul asked during a lull in the conversation. “Just enough to put a sour taste in my mouth,” Anthony replied with a chuckle. “But surely you didn’t have me over for dinner just to insult me?” “No, no I’m afraid it’s something far more serious. You see, I’m at a bit of a loss. This isn’t even supposed to be my problem, but with Hollande gone the problem has fallen on me.” “Not his replacement, that Hock-something fellow?” “Hochstetter?” Paul said, looking uncomfortable. “Well, I suppose it is his problem, but he wants me to fix it.” “And you can’t say no.” “Anthony,” Paul replied stairing straight at the captain. “One does not simply tell Hochstetter ‘no’.” After a brief pause, Anthony spoke. “But you still haven’t told me what all the trouble is about." “Ah, well, that is the key isn’t it. There’s a certain, ah, project and we’ve run into some difficulty.” “Project?” “Yes, project. Let’s leave it at that,” said Paul, overly eager to move past this subject. “Well, there is a certain Corrie who should have the solution.” “And you can’t simply hire him because?” “That’s precisely what we’re trying to do, but he's not the type of man you hire with a notice in the paper. But you needn't worry with the details. Look, your part really wouldn't be difficult. I just need someone with authority and decent manners to sail a company official down there and back." “I may be down on my luck, but I’m not some lieutenant who just runs errands,” Anthony responded, indignant at the mere thought. Paul took a deep breath before continuing. “Look, Gen, I see your situation. Speaking as your friend, you’re dead broke, probably spent your last doubloon, you have no hope of a ship, and you’re out of lodging. No, let me finish” Paul demanded before Anthony could interrupt. “I don’t mean to insult you, but you and I both know this is the truth. Look, I don’t need you. A simple run down and back? There are dozens of Company captains who could handle that. But you're my friend, Gen. You're in a tight spot, and I'd like to help. I won't force you, but I also won't make this offer again." The men sat in silence for a while, the only noise coming from the crackling fire. Then Anthony rubbed his temple and swore before continuing. “But what if you’re wrong? What if orders come in?” asked Anthony. He knew it wouldn’t happen, but there was still that small sliver of hope in him that simply wouldn’t die. “I’ll have La Royale hire the vessel. You keep your place on the Captains List and you’ll be at full pay for a bit, that’s in addition to the Company’s salary and bonus, mind you. If orders come in, they’ll wait.” “You can do that?” Anthony asked with surprise. “Oh, come now. It’s no harder than adding a friend’s child to the ship’s roll, something you should be familiar with” Paul joked. “Why you must have had twenty years of experience before even setting foot on a ship.” “Oh, yes,” Anthony replied with a chuckle, "it's amazing what you can get away with if you know the right people. And I suppose you know the right people for this, ah, temporary hiring." "Me personally? No, but I know someone who must know someone" Paul said with a shrug. Anthony took a deep breath and stared into the abyss for a minute before Paul continued. “Cheer up, Gen. It’s not all bad. Besides, how often do you get the chance to order about a ship full of Company men?” “Not often enough.”
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Here's a build I've had sitting around for months now. Originally it was going to be part of a continuing story, but sometimes life works out differently. The presentation isn't the best (for which I do apologize), but overall I'm fairly pleased with the overall build. Comments and criticism are welcome. There were always those who found the RNTC’s policies to be irritating and sometimes downright annoying. Some merchants, finding the RNTC’s taxes and fees to be an unacceptable burden on their profit margin, would decide to go through the standard process of unloading and selling goods while avoiding the step of giving the company a share of the revenue. With the absence of Mayor Henri Hollande, these merchants became even more daring. Instead of unloading the goods along the wild shores outside of town in the dead of night, smugglers began mixing taxed and untaxed goods as the unloaded cargo in Lavalette’s harbor, right under the company’s nose. The merchants became more daring, yet the company took no action, furthering the merchant’s daring. Surely, the merchant’s thought, if we haven’t been caught yet we won’t be caught in the future. But the merchants were playing a dangerous game, and one which they were about to lose. For while the civilian officials were seemingly unaware of what was happening, Major Wolfgang Hochstetter kept a close eye on everything that happened. And once he decided the time was right, once just enough contraband cargo was sitting in Lavalette’s warehouses, he struck. Lavalette Warehouse by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Troops swarmed the quayside warehouses, searching for any barrel and any chest that lacked the stamp from the company’s port officials. One contraband was found, soldiers quickly stormed the building and began taking corrective action against all offending goods. Others formed a line to keep crowds at bay while Major Hochstetter interviewed the warehouse’s owners to ensure they understood the RNTC’s policies. Of course, the owners quickly learned their lesson, albeit too late to save their lives. Lavalette Warehouse by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Lavalette Warehouse by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Lavalette Warehouse by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Additional Pictures:
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Hello guys! It's been a while since I've built something semi-substantial! Well... The story goes that the King wanted to make a gift at RNTC so he hired a foreign renown architect to build a clock tower. But the citizens of Lavalette disliked this ugly and blunt building, believing that it is not representing the actual grandeur of Oleon. - And here I present you the ugliest building in Lavalette. That dull clock tower. Of course it is a gift from our gracious King but I believe his staff chose the architect poorly. I mean we are Oleanders, not some cave dwellers! They say the architect was a Corrish one. You know, time-lovers etc... pfff. All I can say is that time is a burden when you have friends, good food and good wine... - You are absolutely right! Well, we did our part for international understanding... now... what do we do with it? - It should become the victim of a certain earthquake as soon as possible. Hopefully the King won't notice (or won't care). - I'll drink to that... tonight! Well, that happens when you hire an architect of another culture to build you a public building This is going to be licensed as a medium Education building in Lavalette. Thanks for watching!
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Ahoy there, fellow BoBS'ers. Nothing much today, just another little scene along the river a bit upstream of Lavalette. Up And Down The River While barrels full of peppercorn are floating downstream towards Lavalette - okay, sometimes they get stuck - the other direction is not less frequented. Here you can see a dedicated crew transporting a waterwheel to the side of a sawmill currently under construction a bit further upstream. As hard a task that might be - fortunately, there are always people who seem to have an even nastier job - apparently good enough an opportunity to make fun of those poor souls... There isn't really anything more to describe here About: Nothing much to tell here either... As usual, all can be built... and also as usual, placing those minifigs was the most annoying part. Thanks for watching, C&C welcome! Vive le Roi!
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Previously: New Arrivals and Old Rivalries Lavalette Bakery Hopefully a mildly entertaining story. Comments and criticism are welcome. The steady clicking of the galloping horse, interspersed by the animal's hard breathing and the rider egged his steed on broke the otherwise tranquil jungle morning. "Faster, faster now!" exclaimed the breathless rider as his destination, the now sprawling brickworks of Lavalette, came into sight. After a few hundred more yards, the jungle completely gave way as massive open fields filled with drying bricks each separated by a myriad of kilns and the immense warehouse filled what had, as recently as three months ago, been a pristine jungle. P1110221 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "Halt! Halt and identify yourself!" roared a sentry as he lowered his musket. Then, recognizing the rider, he shouldered his weapon, snapped to attention and crying "Major, Sir!" saluted the rider. Pausing to take a few deep breaths, the Major patted his horse's neck, then quickly dismounted and hastily returned the salute. "What is this?" panted the Major. "Sir, I don't quite follow." "What is the meaning of this!" demanded the Major, his breath returning. After a brief quizzical look, the sentry hesitantly responded. "It's a brick factory, sir. You see, clay, sand, shale, and other ingredients are stored and mixed in the warehouse there. Then, workers fill barrels with the mixture and take it out to drying fields where frames are laid out and filled with the mixture," "Yes, I know that," snapped the Major. "Why was I called out?" "A raid, apparently. All I know is the sarge, I mean Sargent de Vele ordered us to fall out and when we got here the fields were a mess. But sir," continued the sentry, "I believe the factory manager can tell you more." P1110228 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Ordering the sentry to watch his horse, the Major departed and headed for the warehouse's entrance. As he walked closer past a workman refilling a crate with coal that had spilt and aggressive, tense soldiers, the Major felt a rush of excitement. His whole life, his whole career, he had been left to listen to others tell war stories. Even as his comrades marched of to fight in the Juniper War, his regiment had been reduced to mere watchmen after some idiot duke convinced the King that St. Vele, a city that hadn't been captured, much less invaded in over three hundred years, needed additional troops. But now, walking among the wreckage of half-dry bricks, the Major felt hopeful. Even a mere Indian raid seemed exciting to him, especially since valor and distinction here could do much for his career in the RNTC. P1110229 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "Major, so glad you could come," cried the factory's manager, a thin, sweating man (everyone from Vele seemed to sweat profusely in the jungle climate) as the Major approached. "Disaster, absolute disaster! An entire day's work ruined! Ten acres, ten acres of brick reduced to nothing more than bits and pieces!" "Calm yourself, man" replied the Major. "Calm down and explain what happened." "Look around, can't you see what happened" exclaimed the manager. "The workers arrived for their shift and as soon as we got here absolute ruin and not a soul in sight. Major, security is your responsibility and I demand that you bring the culprits to justice." "But no damage to the buildings or kilns, just the bricks that lay out in the open?" questioned the Major. "Rather peculiar, is it not? I mean, wouldn't a native at least attempt to enter the warehouse or destroy a kiln?" "How am I supposed to know what a savage thinks?" the manager replied. "Just get me results! Someone must pay for destroying two and three-fifth doubloons of inventory!" Sighing, the Major said "Very well, as you can see my men are already on patrol. Now, if you could please provide me with your report, form 23-FB5 I believe, I will bring it to town and return with troops to search the area. No, no, this will never do. You've given me 34-FB2, which only applies to extreme weather conditions, and this supplement, ah 4-2 does not include the name of the assistant manager. I'm sorry, but you must do this all over." If there was one thing the Major learned from his time guarding St. Vele, it was that businesses could be just as bad as bureaucrats when it came to paperwork. P1110231 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The manager disappeared inside to fill out the proper forms while the Major decided to wait and watch the workmen. After a few minutes, however, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Every minor rustling in the trees made him feel uneasy and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Still, no harm could come, right? After all, there was a platoon of men here with him now, not to mention the workmen and a heavy, easily barricaded oak door behind him. The Major was convinced that a voice was whispering his name, beckoning him, calling him to, do something, but what? "Must be the heat, must be the excitement and the heat, yes that's it" the Major told himself. "Major, Major" the voice continued. The Major continued to look around, but unable to see anyone the Major was left meekly whispering "who's there?" "We know what you did," replied the voice seeming all around him. "We know, Major, we know your secret. Now, repent or die! Repent or die!" the voice roared from behind the Major. Drawing his sword, the Major cried out and hastily turned to face his opponent. But looking around, there was nothing. Nothing, that is, except for a single, solitary flower. "Hades' Shade" whispered the Major to himself as he felt his knees start to give and his head spin. For ever Oleander knew the stories, often told by older siblings to frighten young ones. Yes, Hades' Shades were often used to decorate cemeteries and temples, as it was believed that the bright red flowers would help open an entrance to the underworld so the dead could continue their journey to Styx. But the flowers also had a far more sinister meaning. Legend states that the Priests of Hades, the Order's assassins, would use a single red flower to mark their next victim, helping to prepare the soul to depart, thus ensuring an easy kill, and as an added bonus, psychologically tormenting the victim. P1110235 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The Major soon heard footsteps and bent down to pick up the flower. Placing it inside his coat, he stumbled back before leaning on the warehouse's wall. "Search the jungle," stuttered the Major. "No one's here, sir" said a private after peering about behind the warehouse. "Nothing here but a few trees and a couple hundred yards of open brick fields." "But the voice, you must have heard it. Someone has to be here," replied the Major. The soldiers looked around, awkwardly before a workman spoke up. "No one heard anything, Mister Major, sir. You sure you feeling quite right in the head?" "That's impossible, surely..." began the Major before his words trailed off. "Private," continued the Major, some strength returning. "Private, tell the manager to have his men send the report, and gather the men and escort me back to the fort at once!" P1110237 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Overview P1110223 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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Hello again, here's another result of my landlubbing endeavors: Fort Henri On the northern shores of the Baie de Tyche, overlooking the town of Lavalette, lies the company's fortress at Lavalette - more commonly referred to as Fort Henri, after the town's first mayor - Henri Hollande. Its construction began as soon as the first settlers arrived, and now it protects the growing settlement and the entire bay. Fort Henri is one of the first forts in New Terra featuring a semaphore mast, which allows the garrison to communicate quickly with similar stations around Lavalette, even reaching as far as Windfall, increasing the chances for a successful defense in case of an attack on the island. For now, the fort is only equipped with light field guns, but the RNTC has plans to invest in additional defenses once the settlement grows. About: My first attempt at a star-fort, and I think it worked out alright. As usual, all can be built - if you have the 15.000 bricks necessary Oh, and most of the building time here went into the surface pattern/foliage Although its footprint is far larger than required for a large fortress, it'll only be licensed as a medium, because... that's what it looks like in my eyes. Thanks for watching! C&C as always welcome Vive le Roi!
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Lavalette_Barracks.lxf by Brandon Stark, on Flickr Brandon decided to fund the construction of an RNTC barracks in the city of Lavalette, as a goodwill gesture after the incident on Ile Sous le Vent. Knowing the RNTC was not a company to make enemies with, Brandon heard that the RNTC needed a barracks in Lavalette, to house the many private RNTC soldiers that had just arrived, and decided to fund it. He also provided the plans for the house, in the architecture of Lavalette. Now that the barracks is finished, Brandon decides to meet with an RNTC representative to discuss the prospects of a settlement on Ile Sous le Vent, one that Brandon has already made plans of. However, as he is not allowed to form settlements on RNTC territory, he knows that he must speak with the company first. Brandon hopes the RNTC can forgive and forget the incident, and will hopefully agree to the idea.
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Just a quick build to introduce Oleon's latest settlement, Lavalette. Comments and criticism are welcome. New Arrivals and Old Rivalries "And that is where we'll put the palisade, Monsieur Hollande," said the major as he pointed to the map. "How exciting, only twenty-three and already supervising our new settlement," replied Henri Hollande, his voice lacking even a trace of excitement. Pausing, the major stared at Henri as the young man furiously mopped his brow with a handkerchief. Clearly Henri came from some wealthy or well-connected family, the major thought, because no one in their right mind would let this young dandy supervise the cutting of a tree, much less the construction of the Jewel of New Terra. And jumping in terror at the first crab to cross his path certainly did not win Henri any favors with the men. Oh well, sighed the major, hopefully the RNTC would send along a competent lieutenant to take charge. New Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr After taking a sip of his wine, Henri interrupted the major's thoughts. "But what I still don't get is why you need to build this wall with all these curvy and bendy lines." Seeing where Henri was pointing, the major paused and turned his gaze to mildly intoxicated Henri. "That would be the river, as I've said numerous times. The initial fortifications will be here and here, just south of the town" stated the major. "Now, if you'll follow my finger, I can show you," but before the major could complete his thought, he was interrupted. "What is the meaning of this!" shouted the priest of Poseidon as he limped towards the two men. Using his trident to support his leg, the priest bawled "need I remind you that I represent the Order, with my authority coming from the Lord Chancellor himself who's authority is derived from the King who was appointed over us by Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades! How dare you start construction without consulting me, without even the obligatory sacred mass!" "Profit waits for no man" replied Henri, as stupid in diplomacy as in construction. "What!" roared the priest. Unintelligibly mumbling, Henri disappeared into his nearly empty glass of wine leaving the major to deal with the priest. "Now, father, we have the upmost respect for the Faith, and I can remember no act of disrespect towards you during the whole trip." "No act of disrespect," the priest began before the major interrupted. "No disrespect whatsoever, and I'm sorry that we had to start without you, but we simply cannot afford to keep the men cooped up while we wait for your leg to heal." New Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "Hmmph," grunted the priest, as fatigue from the heat began to take its toll on him. "Well, I'm glad you see things my way. Had it not been for that freak accident, I'm glad to hear you would have stuck with tradition." "Yes, yes" replied the major, "now allow me to help you to the boat and we'll be sure to hold a proper mass once you're up to it." Bracing himself on the major's arm, the priest muttered "most unlucky, who would have though a block would fall from such heights." "Most unlucky indeed," the major agreed, but for different reasons. Still, the major silently consoled himself, Tyche couldn't constantly be with the priest. And if the poison in the major's footlocker was as deadly as the natives claimed it to be, construction of Lavalette could continue without the Order interfering. New Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Overview: New Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Two RNTC soldiers rest near the incomplete crane while a jealous comrade oversees work. New Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Settlers unload a rowboat. New Beginnings by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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Ahoy! Without long introduction, let's get right to it: Pioneers at Home Providing affordable, clean housing for their workers and families is one of the top priorities on the RNTC's development plan for Lavalette. Because a content worker is a productive worker. Therefore, simple but solid, standardized residences with enough separate space for two families are being built en masse, offering a new beginning - a new home for the pioneers working for the company. As you can see, after a long day of work on the plantations that are starting to pop up around the city, even a new home far away from their old lives is a home worth enjoying to return to. About: Well, it's a simple house, and it is meant to be just that. The design is something I'll try to recreate in future Lavalette builds. Nothing else to say - move along! Thanks for watching anyway, C&C welcome! Vive le Roi!
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...I'm wondering why noone has started a business based on this idea yet. Take some corn, add some oil and heat it up, and you have popped corn, which tastes great! Also a great thing to eat if something interesting is happening. And well, today is a great day to sell some in Lavalette. POPPED CORN! ANYONE WANTING TO BUY POPPED CORN? Will be licensed as a small commerce in Lavalette. (and yes, this is a joke towards @Maxim I )
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[OL - FB] RNTC - New Spices for the Old World
Kolonialbeamter posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Hello, fellow land-lubbers and spice enthusiasts, one last build for the month, still in time! New Spices for the Old World After the huge commercial success following the introduction of peppercorn to the Île de Zeus - and its echo in the Old World - the RNTC has decided to use the prime agricultural conditions of Stéphanique to turn this relatively new spice into a cash crop. Here you can see workers bringing in the first of three possible harvests of the year. The fruits are collected at different stages of ripeness, in order to produce differing final products. Also, some part of the harvest will be transported back to the facilities in Lavalette by land, while the other part will be sent down the river in barrels, drenched in water, as a base for yet more varying products. The officials of the RNTC are confident that the demand for pepper in the Old World will skyrocket - and flush gigantic amounts of cash into the company's treasury. Plans for the massive expansion of the peppercorn business in Lavalette are on their way. About: This one... took a while. It's my first big time attempt at depicting vegetation, and all these silly little bits of green and grey had to be placed one after the other... I wanted to show a plantation that's been 'cut' into the jungle, as Lavalette is still in an early stage of its development, I thought this would fit better than simply to show a field full of peppercorn plants. And I'm quite content with the result. The only thing I have issues with is the rendered water here - two layers of transparent plates and tiles... but the result is rather boring. Hmm... next time I have to try something else, maybe something with less of a regular pattern. Oh, and the palm leafs are attached with clips to this part here. Thanks for watching, C&C as always welcome Vive le Roi! -
Previously: New Arrivals and Old Rivalries Just a small bakery in Lavalette. Comments and criticism are welcome. The one nice thing about working at six-thirty in the morning, the dockhand thought to himself, was that you didn't have to deal with the full heat of the sun. That and there weren't any ladies around to hear you curse every time a chest fell on your foot, an experience this particular dockhand could tell you from quite a bit of experience wasn't pleasant. P1110216 (2) by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Fortunately that experience did not repeat itself this morning, as the dockhand successfully carried the black sack of flour several blocks from the bustling quay to the new bakery. After briefly pausing to enjoy the smell of bread baking in the warm, humid tropical air, he continued to the bakery. Arriving at the door, he gently maneuvered his arm against the latch until he felt it give way. With a gentle push, he opened the door and upon entering announced "flour from the docks, sir." P1110218 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "Just a moment, one moment now" cried the baker. "I'll be with you in a moment;." Seeing that the baker was busy attending to something baking in the oven, the dockhand set the sack down and looked around. It was a simple shop with a few loaves of bread resting on crates, several sacks in the corner, and the baker's son helping to kneed the dough. "Now then, how may I assist you fine sir?" asked the baker. "But of course, you must be from the docks" continued the baker, answering his own question before the dockhand could even open his mouth. "The usual amount then" continued the baker as he took out a small purse and began counting coins. "And there you, are five-twelfths doubloons" said the baker as the dockhand put four of the coins into a small bag he would return to the ship's master while sliding the fifth into his pocket. P1110220 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr "Thank you kindly" said the dockhand tipping his hat. "And before I go, how much for a croissant" he said, pointing to the delicious food that, only a moment before was sitting in the oven. "This is embarrassing, but I'm afraid those aren't for sale" relied the baker in an apologetic tone. "Those are for the funeral." A puzzled look came over the dockhand's face as he asked "funeral?" "Yes, Father Leon's funeral, oh and to think his leg was just starting to get better. What terrible luck. But I digress. Apparently," the baker went on. "Apparently Charon's obol isn't enough for this fellow. Heck, I've never heard of giving the dead food for their voyage, but if the Company wants to pay for the dead to eat, so be it." "Surely the living need to eat more than the dead," replied the dockhand. The baker apologetically shrugged his shoulders before saying "the best I can do is to offer you a baguette. But now, you must excuse me. I fear my son is not properly kneading the dough." Two overview shots. P1110215 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr P1110212 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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