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[ESL-FB] Nothing to worry on Nellisa, Oleanders!
Elostirion posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Admiral L'Atour looked around discomposedly. Together with his daughter Cariste he had sailed to Nova Terreli on the island of Nellisa to meet some business partners. He was already at high seas when rumors reached them about the Eslandolan king attacking Oleon. Arriving at the city he was most worried. His loyal guard Pierre was with them, at least, as they hasted through the streets of the town (which had grown even more since his last visit), always in unrest. Suddenly three men stood before them, two obviously guards and the third, a young man with wild hair but a tended face, seemed to be their leader. L'Atour laid hand on his saber. "Bonjour, monsieurs, mylady.", the young Eslandolan said with a friendly voice. "Good day.", replied L'Atour. "You seem worried? May I help you?" "Worried? I am quite certain you have heard the rumors as well! Of your king attacking Oleander troops?", L'Atour said, slightly losening his saber. "Oh no, this man is not my king anymore. And for you, there is nothing to worry. I don't think aynone on our island will share any ill thoughts against Oleon. Au contraire, in Pontelli they've even had a demonstration pro-Oleon! If you still worry, though, I invite you to be my guests, and under teh full protection of me and my family.", the Eslandolan said. "Thank you for your gracious offer, Don. And we do not even know your name." "Oh, pardon my manners", the young Eslandolan said. "Joaquin Seramon Fontonajo, second son of Román Esteban Fontonajo, governor of Nellisa." And while his guards bowed to their knees to honour their Oleander guests, Joaquin Fontonajo stepped slightly forward, breezing a slight kiss on the lady's hand. -
It was a dull autumn day when Juan Alfonso Fontonajo, Román Esteban Fontonajo's heir and current commander in chief of the Castillo de Nova Terreli and the city's armed forces, entered a battered tavern in the shady parts of Nova Terreli, with no guards at his side. A farmer went slightly behind Juan Fontonajo. Inside the dive a lot was going on, but the loudest turmoil could be heard from a table in the background. Sailors, harbour-workers and other men stood there, arms drawn, centered around a small pig on top of the table. Fontonajo approached them, fearlessly: "My dear friends, what is going on in here?" "We gonna kill dat pig!", shouted one of them. "This honourable farmer here told me you stole his pig and threatened him? Tell me, is that true?", Fontonajo said, looking at the men? "He named da pig Fernando Augusto! Like da mad king! Traitor he is! Be happy we ain't hanging him, Sir!" "Ah, my friends, I see", Fontonajo laughed. "I guess we have some misunderstanding here. You don't think that he names a pig, of all the animals, to actually honour the king?" "Ehrm... Well..." "See, I guess we have solved our problem now. In fact all this good man did was mock Fernando Augusto by naming a dirty pig after him." "Yer right, Sir Fontonajo! Very right! But da pig Fernando gotta die!", the man with the meat cleaver exclaimed! "Hold on. First let me show you how I deal with a pig that does not behave himself", Fontonajo said in a calm voice. He took a quick step forward, grabbing the apple that the pig was currently eating. "First I take away from the pig everything it desires!" He took a step back, and held the apple up high. "Then I take it away from the pig's limited sight. And after that all we can do is laugh at that pig!" "Fontonajo!!!", one of the men jubilated. "Deal with the pig!", another shouted. "Fontonajo should be our king!", one exclaimed. And then things escalated quickly. One of the men suddenly held a crown in his hand, wherever he had gotten that one from, and put it onto Juan Fontonajo's head. "King of the Colonies!", he exclaimed. "King of the Colonies!", the rest of the tavern began to shout, raising their arms in jubilation. "King of the Colonies! King of the Colonies! King of the Colonies! King of the Colonies! King of the Colonies!" Juan Alfonso Fontonajo however, with a massive smile on his face, took off the crown and spoke to the men: "You don't need no king! Yes, your king I could be, and what a great king I would indeed be!", he stated, confirmed by some jubilation from the crowd. "But we have seen that a king is not good for us here on Nellisa. You should decide for yourself. Your rulers should be those who actually care for you, not some random king in your distant homeland. There is no need for a crown. There is no need for a king in Nellisa. We all together shall rule this new Eslandola! Please remember that when the time comes." And with those words Fontonajo left the tavern. Back on the streets he still heard them, loud and clearly: "King of the Colonies!" "King of the Colonies!" Bonus shots of the whole MOC and of the guy who had a little too much to drink:
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At the King's Coast in the southwest of Nellisa near the village of Pesatori stands a lighthouse, above a grotto. The grotto got its name because a famous smuggler had her hideout here until a few years ago. The lighthouse is rumored to be one of the first buildings of Nellisa, and most people call it "The first Lighthouse of Nellisa", or just "The First Lightouse". Briso from Mardier stood at the southwestern beach of Nellisa, a torch in his hands. His men carried the gold into the grotto. Things went smoothly tonight. His men called him captain. Briso liked that. He gave some orders. Quiet. In the protection of the night. When Briso looked into the night he saw the boats coming. Things seemed to have gone smoothly. All was well! Less than a mile away General Alvaro Corteso and his men, the "Wardens of Eslandola", sat on their horses, close to the water. The Wardens of Eslandola held the true Eslandolan values in the colonies and protected Eslandola's growth. They were mostly financed by wealthy merchants, like Román Fontonajo, who had an interest in keeping the island in order. Yesterday they had heard rumors of some suspicious movements at the First Lighthouse. A light was burning. Leonando the lighthouse keeper never had lights burning inside the tower at the middle of the night. But now they saw light. General Corteso took his spy glass and looked out into the ocean where the Princessa was anchoring. Corteso knew the Princessa was one of Fontonajo's ships and carried lots of gold as part of the treasure fleet sailing to Terreli. When Corteso looked at the ocean his jaw dropped! Three smaller rowboats were sailing away from the Princessa, and the gold glittered in the moonlight. The Princessa had been robbed! Corteso took down his spyglass and directed his men's attention towards the rowing boats, which could be seen with bare eyes once they looked closely. Te boats were rowing towards the grotto. Corteso only needed seconds to complete the story in his head: Some pirate scum had stormed the lighthouse. In the secret of darkness those outlaws had rowed towards the Princessa, secretly stolen the gold and were now trying to hide it in the grotto. His men had realised it as well. There was no need for Alvaro Corteso to say anything. "CHARGE! For Eslandola!", he shouted anyway. The whole MOC (48 x ~70) with nightsky: The First Lighthouse (will be licensed as commerce): The Wardens of Eslandola (might be licensed): The Princessa (plan on licensing this as a 2A / 3A, unless rules forbid): Rowing boat: And the whole thing: This were my first attempts at forced perspective. I am still learning. :-) I used some image editing for postproduction (e.g. torch effects, adjusting colours to night etc.). All visible things were actually MOCed though. The ropes at the boats are the only non-LEGO parts. Thanks to everyone in this forum who I stole inspiration from (especially Garmadon for the micro ship). The lighthouse and its window are actually shining - finally a use for those light bricks.
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Prior builds: In the Captains Cabin (Bregir) Pieces Of A Puzzle (Ayrlego) Arriving at Mooreton Bay (Bregir) Plundering the Treasure Fleet (Ayrlego) Two weeks prior to the events in Mooreton bay... It was a busy day in Nova Terreli's harbour area. Captain Corvus Rohgert from Garvey and his daughter Ellissea walked towards a green house that was well known to many sailors and captains in town: "Mayne's Black Cannonballs". In his factory Aurelio Mayne pours good iron-made cannonballs. But that's not why he is well known. It's his special (and secret) black enamel varnish in which he paints the cannonballs, giving them a special dynamic and additional strength when hitting their target. Mayne also started selling other goods, like dynamite or bullets for guns, but only the cannonballs are actually self-made and the source of his success. Román Fontonajo had long ago realised the potential of Mayne's method and financed the factory for a fair share in profits. "Hello there", captain Rohgert said when he entered the sales-room. "Good day, sir! How can I serve you?", Aurelio replied. "I, Captain Corvus Rohgert, need quite a few cannonballs for my ship, the Shareka." "You are from Carno, right?" "Is that a problem?" "Not in the slightest, my friend! Your daughter, I assume?, seems bored. How is your name, little lady?", Aurelio asked. "Ellissea", the young girl replied. "That's a nice name. Your daddy and I need to do some talking, but we won't need too long." "... so 640 cannonballs delivered to the pier until tomorrow evening.", Aurelio said. "Yes." "But pardon, good sir, that I ask: What is that kind of ship, that needs 640 cannonballs? Your Shareka must be a 5-rated, no, that must be at least a 6-rated ship?!" "Haha! My Shareka is far from that. A class 3 at best, I'd rather rate it class 2, if you ask me. Quite well rounded she is, though. But..." "... yeah, I know, it's actually none of my business, am I right?", Aurelio replied. "Quite right. So we have a deal?" "Yes, Captain Rohgert. Our delivery will be in time." "And here is your money.", said the Garvian, handing over the golden coins. "Thank you, thank you. Good travels, captain!" "Good balls, ballmaker! Come on, Ellissea, time to go. Say bye to the man." Back on the street Ellissea asked: "Daddy, why do they need so much gold to make those cannonballs? Wouldn't iron be cheaper?" Corvus looked at her, frowning: "Gold? Cannonballs are not made from gold, my dear. You do indeed pour iron." "But they did take gold!", Ellisea insisted. "Gold? Really? That does not make... wait! ... gold... black colouring... hide it.... brilliant! ... oh... Ellissea, are you absolutely sure?!", he stared at her. "Yes, daddy. I am not stupid, I know how gold looks. They use gold, very much gold" "So that's where they have hidden the gold in here... Oh wow, Janszoon will like those news. He will indeed. Oh sweetheart, we are gonna be so rich! Rich, you hear me?", he said, laughing. She smiled: "Can we buy some chocolate then?" "It's cocoa-lait, darling. Like cocoa from Cocovia with lait, which is Oleander for milk. Don't ask me why they mixed it like this. But of course, of course, we will buy you cocoa-lait or chocolate or whatever you want to call it my love!" Yes. The young Ellisea had seen correctly: Aurelio's men currently also made cannonballs of gold instead of iron, which they then painted black. Román Fontonajo had been given order to organise the transport of a large portion of the gold for the old world and had been confronted with the task to bring it on board of the ship - without letting anyone know. Who would suspect black cannonballs to be made of gold? A brilliant plan indeed, Aurelio Mayne and Román Fontonajo had agreed. Little could they have foreseen that a small girl named Ellissea from Garvey would pry their secret and tell her father, who would then provide the information... to his boss, captain Janszoon of the Dark Oak, privateer from Garvey, just waiting for his chance to become rich... And it was a lot of information: Confirming what the treasury clerk had told them. He now also knew that at least a part of the treasure fleet started from Nova Terreli. And of course he now knew that even though the gold might not be visible it would still be on the ships. Well hidden in cannonballs.
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Reference MOC To King Fernando - Augusto VII of Eslandola Your grace, since the viceroy has left both the city of Nova Terreli and the island of Nellisa on his quest for the fountain of youth, I could observe certain tendencies of unrest within the people of the island. As mayor of our greatest city in the new world I feel obliged to fulfill my duty towards my beloved country and uphold the order in the city. Today I have reinforced the troops of the Castillo de Nova Terreli. The garrison has given us a warm welcome and was more than happy to have us alongside them. My own son Juan Alfonso is now commander in chief of the Castillo. Please be reassured that I will always do my very best to uphold the Eslandolan values in the new world, and remind the people who they owe allegiance to. Eslandola's most loyal servant Román Esteban Fontonajo, interim-governor of Nellisa Mayor Román Fontonajo, his son Juan and their soldiers enter the Castillo The garrison opens the doors and warmly welcomes the mayor of Nova Terreli Juan Alfonso Fontonajo, new commander of the Castillo, on top of its watchtower The Golden Nellisei, a private army of the Fontonajo family (will license a platoon)
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[ESL - FB] The Bank of Nellisa, Nova Terreli
Elostirion posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Even for Román Esteban Fontonajo some days are still special. This is one of these days. Opening the "Bank of Nellisa" in Nova Terreli, as the central point for all commercial activities on the island, puts a smile on the Eslandolan's face. Shipbuilders, adventurers, merchants, captains, even smugglers or pirates - they all need some money from time to time, and they all want to deposit some for worse times. Today a well known admiral of a small trade fleet is coming with two of his man, bearing a chest so full of gold, that it didn't even all fit in. The Fontonajos have appointed Helios Caraja as the director of their bankhouse in Nova Terreli. He has stored a lot of files in his office already, waiting eagerly for the first customers. Money is the only currency he knows, and that's all the Fontonajos need for their bank director. There are two counters. Because not everyone will get to talk to the director. Juan Alfonso has just closed the big safe where most of the gold is deposited. Little does he know that the first burglar is already inspecting the outside of the bankhouse. A glimpse into the director's office never hurts: The Bank of Nellisa in Nova Terreli - your place to deposit money! -
A (large) factory in Nova Terreli (Nellisa), producing barrels, chests, crates boxes and other means of transporting goods: 1 year earlier: "We all know trading is important", Román said. "But is it the most reliable source of income? No, sure it isn't." "You are quite right, nephew", replied his uncle Raphael Fontonajo. "But what do you plan to do about that?" "You know, uncle. I plan on making profit with those that trade. Like... a hotel for them to live in. Or building a bridge and asking for toll when the traders want to pass. Or sell them horses and ships. Or even go down to the most basic things." "What do you mean?", Raphael asked. "Like... saddles for the horses. Or sails or ropes for the ships. Or even barrels or chests to produce their wares." "Barrels? Like Barrels for Berreli? That sounds like quite a slogan." "Uncle... I think I should do that...", Román replied. Only a few weeks later the Barrel Factory of the Fontonajo family had opened. Román had bought the ground of the old quarry of Nova Terreli, just a at the rim of the city which had grown so immensely over the last years. The quarry had long been deserted, because stone was now imported, while the people in the city focussed on trade and other more financially lucrative work. But Román knew that place fitted his needs perfectly. The pit was a small cellar for his factory, and the house that they had to build now wasn't even a large one, which reduced construction costs even further. The business was running perfectly. Román bought wood and nails and some other things, and his workers manufactured chests and barrels and boxes. Some of them were brought to the Fontonajo Cotton Plantations, or to the family's trading ships, while others were sold on the markets of the city, and even others were just shipped to other islands like Berreli. Barrels for Berreli had really become a thing, after all.
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On the island of Nellisa, five miles east of Nova Terreli sits the Midori Observatory. In this five-tiered, octagonal stone structure Astronomer Solas Midori and his assistants observe the heavens, and its effects on the world. This being a private venture, with no government funding, the work being done here is supported by the production (on the first tier) of the Midori Almanac. This is a quarterly booklet that provides star maps and tide charts for sailors, a lunar cycle calendar, and planting cycle advice for the various regions of the known world. This evening activity on the fourth tier is light. Midori's favorite assistant, Lady Valentia Cantoni, is observing the northwestern sky. Dearji the Windsong is adding notes to Tolan duBroise's annotated map. He left the map for this purpose, owing to the fact that he shouldn't need it whilst the Dark Narwhal is part of the Ypsilon Squadron pursuing pirates. Guardswoman Tasha Cooney is charged with the safety of the Stellar Sphere device. She is currently considering the merits of shooting that Oleon nobleman's son in this confined space. His goblet is filled with absinthe, and that substance has been known to cause insanity. On top of the Stellar Sphere mounting are (from left to right): a stack of parchment for observation notes, two strange, squishy globules found by a local farmer, and three awards. These awards are, The Sword of Knowledge, The Silver Hammer (actually a sprue for those small chromed spears), and the Architeuthis Award for Stellar Cartography. Here is Astronomer Midori observing the northeastern sky, with a barrel of apples and noji berries to sustain him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Some things to know: There are only four images because I dropped my camera on the build. The night sky outside the windows was done with my Cosmos book behind the build. I will be using these figures again soon, so you will get better images of them later. This build comes in just under 16x32, which should qualify it as my free small license. It will be under Education. The 'noji berries' are from my collection of faux plants parts that I have been meaning to add to my builds. The guardswoman is named for an actual friend of mine. She is a cinematographer for motivational speaking events around the world.
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[ESL - FB2] The Holder's Secret in the Nova Terreli Dockyard
Elostirion posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Román Esteban Fontonajo was finally happy again. He had won the auction for the Holder's Secret rather unexpected, in fact he had just placed a bid to increase the price a bit. Well then, as a man of honour he immediately paid his 33 Dubloons and took the ship to the Nova Terreli Dockyard, where the Fontanjo family was one of the main owners. Even though he didn't actually even want the ship. But that was another story. The old pirate ship was no beauty. All wooden brown, not much left of the sails, and a big whole in its hull where the cannons of the royal fleet had hit it. "Well then", he told the leading worker in the dockyard, "it's not an easy task, but I guess you will make that old pirate vessel a real Eslandolan beauty? Renew the hull, replace the destroyed cannon, maybe paint it green - I know you will find the solution." "Sure", the worker replied, "we will do our very best!" Two days later Román had returned, just to hear that a chest full of gold had been found in the captain's cabin. That gold would make up for some of the money spent, at least. This is my MOC for the Holder's Secret which I won in the Auction. Question: Do I have to submit it via license form? Also the dockyard will become a licensed medium artisan (no sure if it qualifies as medium or as big, but imho for big it's just not enough) in the future. Question: Is there a rule or leadership-decision forbidding to get two licenses out of a single MOC? -
[ESL - FB4] The Fontonajo Commerce- & Warehouse in Nova Terreli
Elostirion posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Island: Nellisa Settlement: Nova Terreli Location: River Port Licence-Type: Commerce (small) Owner: Román Esteban Fontonajo One of the first buildings of the Nova Terreli River Port area, the Fontonajo Commerce- & Warehouse is the heart of this part of town till today. Román watches the Terreli river from the roof, while his son talks to a business partner on the balcony. One of the many workers is carrying a bag with some goods outside. -
[ESL - FB3] Riverport Residence in Nova Terreli
Elostirion posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Island: Nellisa Settlement: Nova Terreli Location: River Port Licence-Type: Residence (small) Owner: Román Esteban Fontonajo The Fontonajo Family owns many of the buildings close to the River Port of Nova Terreli. Some of those are rent to other people who need to live close to one of the city's most lively places. All credit for nice architecture might as well go to kabel (e.g. this pic was reference for this house), all flaws in execution are my personal fault :-) -
[ESL - FB2] Joan's Raft on the Terreli River (Class 0)
Elostirion posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Román Esteban Fontonajo had long ago realised that while sending ships across the open sea towards other islands was crucial to his family's success in the new world, upholding transport and trade on the island of Nellisa was almost equally as important. Joan was one of the people working for the Fontonajo family, sailing up and down the Terreli River with his big raft to transport goods to and from the farms in the hinterland of Nova Terreli. While cotton is one of the most important goods being transported, other wares find their way aboard Joan's raft as well: Apples, Bananas, Carrots, berries, some bottles of wine and of course some kegs of ale. -
[ESL-FB] The Fontonajo Gardens in Nova Terreli
Elostirion posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Right outside of Nova Terreli you can find the mansion of the Fontonajo family (leader of the family is Román Fontonajo). Attached to their mansion are their cotton plantations as well as their private gardens. After this year's annual family dinner the Fontonajo's spread into smaller groups and enjoy some of the luxury which life in the new world has already gifted them. For Isabella Elisa, Román Fontonajo's 16 year old daughter, and her grand-uncle Raphael, a mere 55 years older, it was clear from the beginning where to go: The table next to the small pond, their favourite spot in all Nova Terreli, except maybe the library. Isabelle shared her grand-uncles love for scholarships, most of all for cartography. Drawing the world, retaining for generations what the brave explorers have found, is their greatest passion. "Umh Isa, those are some nice details on the forest... mjm... yes, really well.", said Raphael, while eating his cupcake. After some silence, Isabella took the word and asked her grand-uncle something she had had in mind for quite a while: "Uncle, do you agree that scientists are the better people than us scholars, writers and drawers?" Raphael took a while to order his thoughts, as he always did, before wording his well-phrased answer: "My dear, I disagree. It's scientists, or even explorers like your brother, who strive for new perception and awareness. But how does cognition become knowledge? Right, my dear, the only way is to write it down, to solidify it, to spread the word, to maintain it for our ancestors. If it wasn't for us, scientists would have to reinvent themselves every generation, and mankind could not progress. So, if you really want to determine who is more valuable to the world, the answer should be clear." Isabella thought for a while until she answered: "Neither would contribute to the greater good without the other." - "Ah, you're still a clever girl... Mjm, you should really get one of... umh mjm... those cupcakes, they are delicious." Marja Henrietta, Románs sister, smirked at those words as she maundered by. Little did those two sweethearts know of the world. But she enjoyed the time with her family, the time away from King and court, away from duty, away from politics, intrigue, strategy and pressure. She looked at the flowers, took a sip of whine and walked on. This was the beauty of life, for sure, but her passion was with her job for the king. And so she thought again of her latest mission, that weird encounter she had... "What a silly slogan that Manzana salesman had... 'An apple a day keeps the doctor away'", Román laughed. "Yet still it worked", his mother Marietta replied, grinning. "Naw, we needed those anyway. But something else... what do you think of Joaquin's plan to sail to Berreli? He is only 20, after all, and I don't know if he is quite ready yet". Marietta thought for a while, then looked at her son: "I remember a 23-year-old, who took matters in his own hand right after his father had died, left all and everything behind and led his family to the new world. Were you ready for it? I guess not. But look where your courage and dedication has gotten us, my son." Román seemed unusually insecure as he replied: "I know, and I have always sworn myself to encourage my kids to pursue whatever they dream of, yet still... he is my son, after all....... Yes, I am afraid, mom, I am." - "You have already answered your own question, right? We both know you will let him sail. Just have faith that he will return home well, that is all the advice I can give." - "Thanks mom. I love you, you know that?" - "A mother cannot hear those words often enough." "Victor Servadac from the White Glove order has written. They accept our suggestion for the cotton pricing", Juan Alfonso Fontonajo told his mother. "That is good", Clarissa Raltessa Fontonajo replied, "this must be quite a machine they have constructed". - "Oh indeed", Juan replied. "However", he added, "I am with Raphael on that one. It's better to let others try and error and then take the final result and use it for your needs." Clarissa laughed: "Oh I am quite certain that's not how your grand-uncle meant it, but you're right nonetheless". They wandered the gardens for a while, arms linked, and enjoyed the beauty of their home. After some silent minutes Juan took the word again: "I have plans, mother." He made a pause, giving her the chance to reply: "I know you do. You always do. That's what makes you special after all, makes you stand out. Your father is a man of action, of change, of quick decisions, of daring and of progress but also risk, of empathy, but also weakness. Your grandfather was a ruler, he was never weak, upholding the ideals and values, always prevailing, a leader to look up to, but sometimes even stubborn, and his eyes closed towards the future. You combine the better of both of them. You are to shape the new world." She proudly looked at him, while a shiver of joy ran down Juan's spine. He thought quite highly of himself, knew he had potential, knew he was great at many things, but those words came rather unexpected, even for him. "And now tell me about your plans", his mother said. Román knew his youngest son Alejandro Baltone would still take quite a few years to find his own identity in life. Right now all he did was look up to his older cousin Franjo, who had nothing else in mind but becoming the same brave salesman, soldier or even hero as which idolized his father Rialto and especially his elder brother Heliodoro. Sure, Románs brother Rialto was a man of adventure, of the sea, and so was his wife and were his children. Franjo was no ex- ception. But Alejandro... Román doubted he would become a fighter. Maybe a captain, maybe even an admiral of a fleet, but surely not an armed soldier. For now, however, Román was fine with his son Alejandro enjoying his youth and trying desperately (yet forlorn) to stand his ground in "battle" against his cousin Franjo. It was quite late, already. The other family members had already gone to bed. Not so the men of adventure. Románs brother Rialto Espada and his wife Anna enjoyed the company of their son Heliodoro and their nephew Joaquin Seramon (Románs second son). Whine and cherries, what a delicious combination after a big meal. They had been talking and discussing for hours and there indeed much to talk about. Heliodoro had just joined a private army, while Joaquin was about to set sail to new islands alongside Ivo Fortesque. Anna had just led a trip to the still partially undiscovered jungles in the middle of Nellisa. Rialto, however, remained rather silent. Román had ordered him not to talk about the plans the two had discussed together with Románs son Juan Alfonso. But maybe he would soon be able to set sail again himself, being captain of... but that was for the future to show. It was about time to follow Joaquins example and refill his goblet once more. For better comprehension of the texts a small chart about the Fontonajo family members: I know presentation and photography are not super awesome for all of the builds, but I'm afraid I can't change that too much anymore. When I build the family dinner I started building some small builds to present the family members, however those quickly turned out to be more than just some small "sideresult", so I decided to take my time on presenting them. However pictures were already made and all but the first build have been partially disassembled already. Anyways, I hope you like the builds and the additional insight it provides into the members of the Fontonajo family in Nova Terreli. -
"My dear, no matter where in the world you may be or what you might be doing, whether it's for riches, your king or glory - once a year you will all come home. Because family is all we have, after all." 'Madre' Marietta to her daughter Marja, some years ago Once a year the Fontonajo family comes together for their annual dinner. It's about eating and drinking, about laughing and smiling, about celebrating victories or moaning losses. It's about Eslandola, about wearing green clothes and drinking from golden cups. It's about the past and the future. But more than all it's about a family coming together again, about not losing grasp to the bonds that are most important in this quickly changing world. Román Esteban Fontonajo, the head of the family, standing in front of the big tapestry, lifts his glass and gives his opening words to the family diner, thanking them all for coming. 615 AE will be a good year for the family, a great year. They all cheer and take a sip of their glasses - water for the kids and a good red whine for the adults - and then take their seats. Trout has been served this year, along with some steamed carrots and bread. All family members are dressed in a traditional green, as every year. Román took a bite of his trout, looked around and saw the smile on his mother's face as their eyes met. And he felt happy. All members of the Fontonajo family: from left to right: - Alejandro Baltone, age 14, Román's 3rd son - Isabella Elisa, age 16, Román's daughter - Joaquin Seramon, age 20, Román's 2nd son - Marja Henrietta, age 36, Román's sister - Juan Alfonso, age 22, Román's eldest son and heir - Clarissa Raltessa, age 41, Román's wife from left to right: - 'Madre' Marietta, age 64, Román's mother - Raphael 'El Tío', age 71, Román's uncle (father's brother) - Rialto Espada, age 39, Román's brother - Anna, age 44, Rialto's wife - Heliodoro, age 18, Rialto's 1st son - Franjo, age 15, Rialto's 2nd son Three more impressions of the annual dinner: 1. Marietta checking the room in the morning before the dishes have been served 2. Dishes have been served, the family is about to enter 3. Top-view ------------------------------- I will post further background information about all family members (which I will use as side characters in BoBS) in a future MOC.
