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The commissioning of Cormorant has opened up a new path to small entrepreneurs or adventurers, here we have the Jacques brothers, who have invested their savings in a small cutter, filled it with vegetables and fruits, and sailed away. I really liked Keymonus's boat so I decided to try my hand. The hull measures 34 studs long and 9 studs wide, the hull is shaped by hinges and connected to the bottom plate with hinges as well. It's supposed to be a class 1 cutter, unarmed, it should count on maneuvrability to outrun a pirate. C&C are welcome. Vive le Roi!
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You say commercial routes, and you imagine the huge Eslandolan tresure galleons sailing to motherland, Oleander wines, peppercorn and silver, or the agile Corrish merchant ships full of sugar and cocoa. You imagine goods loaded by dozens of day laborers, pirates lurking, and cargos worthing centuries of a sailor's wage. Believe or not, more than an half of what is bought and sold in the archipelago, more than an half of the doubloons exchanged every day, have a completely different appearance: the lifeblood feeding large cities and desolate outposts needs arteries and veins as much as tiny capillaries. The Cormorant is one of the ships (the best, according to its captain) giving life to the web of small but essential web of trades connecting the islands. Far below pirates' predatory gaze, the Cormorant carries small cargos of humble goods, 50Dbs of worth at most, but distributes anything that is produced or imported to the ones who need it: if you can find rum and ale in your favourite tavern, if you don't die of hunger or scurvy on an arid island, if you can sell your vegetables to someone else than your neighbours, probably you should thank men like captain Moreau and his guys... remember that before aiming the Cormorant with your guns! More pics:
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[OL - FB] Captain Picard: Chapter 2 "Mapping the Future"
Django Fett posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Captain Picard: Chapter 2 "Mapping the Future" It's a beautiful morning on the outskirts of Lavelette and the soldiers (of the hospitable outpost run by Lieutenant Barry) are bustling about with tasks and endless banter. Picard observed from the first floor window that Barry's ranks were composed of two sappers, two infantrymen and one sergeant apt in the way of navigation, the crew was joined momentarily with Picard's men (An infantry and seaman). It was pleasing for Picard to see the integration of his men back into the fabric of the Oleon ranks. Quaint as this locale was, Picard was a Captain and would no doubt soon need to report to his superiors and answer many questions. Inside the quarters of the outpost, Picard was joined by Barry who after their discussion and revelation to Barry of the fate of Picard's vessel, seemed to have bonded with Picard in a natural sort of way. "Well Barry I must admit, despite the fact I would enjoy to stay here for much longer, if I do not return soon to my superiors, I will be in hot water." Picard admitted. Barry understandingly leaned back and said "You have no need to explain yourself, sir. I understand your duties lie far beyond this small outpost. My ability to have been able to quarter you and your crew has been a great honor, sir." "Please, I should be thanking you for saving my crew and I from certain death. That sergeant of yours now, Barry, he seems quite sharp with directions. Might I do so well as to have him accompany me on the way to the nearest fort?" Said Picard. "Without question, sir. I will inform him at once and he will plot you journey to... well that's up to him I suppose - he considers even the tide and wind direction to figure out the fastest routes and optimal destinations." Said Barry. Later that day Sergeant Lyndon plotted the course they would take and prepared the small scouting boat for journey. Where will Lyndon plot for Picard and what will Picard's superiors think of the calamity on the Finch? Overview of the updated outpost build... -
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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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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A continuation of my main character's story. Jonah is a character by @SpaceJoey86, and it was a real pleasure getting to combine our efforts for this build and story. I do hope to have more of this in the future. Comments and criticism are always welcome. Previously: Lavalette Inn An Offer Reaching King's Harbour Captain Anthony Genaro was pleased to be back in Lavalette. His mission to Cocovia had gone extremely well, the company had rewarded him richly, his landlady was finally paid, and he had just finished his ship's logs. As such, he decided to visit one of his favorite taverns before heading off to the company's offices to drop off his report and logs. He was in high spirits at the thought of finding some fine spirits, but as he drew nearer to the tavern, he became aware of a large gathering, almost a mob, surrounding the building. Recruiting Sergeant by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Finally he got near enough to see more clearly. The crowd was surrounding what looked like soldiers, royal soldiers Anthony thought, and his suspicions were confirmed when he saw the regimental banner adorned with fleur de lis. He was about to ask someone what was happening when a sergeant stood on a stool and began reading from a worn sheet of paper. “Loyal Subjects of the Crown!” the sergeant began. “His Most Sacred Majesty’s 31st Regiment of the Line, commanded by Major Victor du Pont, which has so gloriously distinguished itself in battle, is looking to recruit several men to join its ranks. All clever young fellows who are free and able and ambitious of becoming gentlemen are invited to come forth and meet the recruiting sergeant. Such spirited men who are willing to engage will be rewarded at the end of their term, with twenty acres of land. Each volunteer meeting the qualifications shall immediately receive the Royal Bounty of one and one-half livres and all the rum they can manage, in addition to arms, clothing, accoutrements, and every other requisite proper to accommodate a soldier in His Most Sacred Majesty’s army. Vive le Roi!” “Vive le Roi!” the crowd responded as the drum began a steady beat. Recruiting Sergeant by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The sergeant began talking to the crowd, encouraging potential volunteers to step forward, but Anthony was too confused to pay attention. A royal regiment in Lavalette? Recruiting? Such behavior would be expected from the company, but not a royal regiment. His only hope at answering his questions was to ask someone in the crowd. Recruiting Sergeant by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “You, there!” Anthony called to a man standing in front of him. “What is happening?” “Haven’t you heard… sir” a man replied, adding the title upon seeing Anthony’s naval uniform. “I’m afraid I haven’t, mister…” “Jonah” the man replied. “Well, Jonah, what is this? Royal regiments in a company town?" “It’s the Terraversans. They’ve seized our ships and men!” “Zeus’ beard!” Anthony swore. “You’re serious?” “Yes, sir. I don't know the exact number, but apparently several company ships and hundreds or thousands of men are being held hostage." Anthony stood there shaking his head for a moment. The idea that some upstart colony would openly seize ships was simply inconceivable. “If that’s all, I really must report to my officer,” Jonah replied anxiously. “Of course, of course,” Anthony said absently. The story seemed insane, too ludicrous to even be seriously contemplated. But it would explain the presence of royal troops and a fair number of the crowd had some rather unpleasant things to say about the Terraversans. “Wait a minute!” he called out, remembering his manners just before the man left. “For your troubles” Anthony went on as he handed the young man a coin. “And Poseidon’s blessings upon you.” "And may He ever stand beside your ship," Jonah replied with a common blessing for sailors. A few additional overview pictures: Recruiting Sergeant by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Recruiting Sergeant by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Recruiting Sergeant by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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[OL - FB] Captain Picard: Chapter 1 "The Return"
Django Fett posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Alas, The Return of the Long Forgotten Captain Picard - Upon an Unknown Oleon Post. After a disastrous maiden voyage of Picard's little known vessel the Finch (sight unseen before engulfed in flame soon after it's first departure) Picard and the last two remaining crew members escaped the fiery wreckage onto an escape boat. For a mere two weeks they survived off of rations which kept them from the likely barbary of cannibalism. Staved off this horrible fate they did, however. All the while, Picard somehow mustered the sense of mind to map his way to known Oleon waters (but not recently noted) in hope to find some sort of refuge. With a great stroke of luck, and not a day too soon, Picard and his weary crew arrived upon a tiny outpost adorned with the Blue and White "Vive le Roi!". Never had someone so tormented by the endless blue of the infinite seas been so thankful to see more blue, a different kind of blue, the blue of the Flag and uniform he had come to love as much as life itself. Quickly greeted by the commanding officer of the outpost followed by his orderlies, the man's name was Barry and Picard embraced Barry with kind regards and politely suggested with some urgency that he and his remaining crew were in dire condition. Embarrassed for not being quicker to realize and knowing to ask questions later, Barry escorted Picard and his two crewmen into the outpost for food and sleep. The next morning Picard awoke to a lovely midsummer afternoon. Picard felt refreshingly human again, after good sleep and sufficient nourishment, but soon remembered and became mentally enclosed in what transpired what happened on his ship weeks back. His brief bliss was instantly dowered by the memory of the happenings which precipitated his being there at the outpost. About an hour after he awoke, Picard was greeted by Barry with some bread and coffee. Picard could tell from Barry's steadfastness in demeanor he was eager to smooth over his impending inquiry into the fate of Picard's vessel and the story of his journey which lend him to the outpost. Barry worried most about how many men Picard had lost during the ships demise, and how that it weigh upon Picard once shock wore off. "So..." Picard said wearily "You'll be wanting to hear about the boat fire which cast me upon the sea with only two men and a row-boat". Barry leaned back in his wooden chair which exerted a long creak "I'd be lying to say it weren't on my mind". "Well" Picard responded with intent "It was no accident, it was an act of malice and insurrection from within the ranks of my tight crew". Barry now knew he was involved in a story much larger than the day-to-day of his quaint outpost... ~ Thanks for reading, im glad to be back posting again! I have a lot to catch up on. Suggestions for a location of the outpost are welcome! ~ -
The increase of maritime commerce in the area and the development of minerary activities on île de Zeus are transforming the once marginal city of Astrapi in a higly populated and lively colony. One of the most evident sign of this change is the growth of the market, held twice a week by arisans, farmers and merchants: where a year ago you would have found only a couple of rough stalls, fresh fruit and some fish, now you can see, all around the main square, a number of well refined stalls, covered with colorful cloths and selling almost any good cultivated, crafted or woven in the archipelago. Here you can see a man selling wines and liquors produced in Breshaun... ...a greengrocer showing a pineapple, a quite expensive delicacy since there is only one large-scale plantation of this tropical fruit in the area... ...a local fisherman... ...a cart with fresh bread and sacks of hardtacks from a near bakery... ...a foreign food seller, with his embers-heated rotating meat (inspired to @Legostone's one), typical of Southern Oleon... ...and a strange man selling strange maps, showing (as he says) "the routes towards the golden kingdoms of the South". An overall view:
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A small Oleander tradeship had left port and started sailing to deliver some exquisite rum crafted by the Perreault family. Unfortunately, when they were out at sea, they noticed there was a stowaway breaking into the goods. Luckily though, this ne'er-do-well was a wanted pirate and they found a small island out in the sea. What better way to deal with pirates than stranding them during low tide? It's been awhile since I've been able to do a physical MOC, just due to being away from my full collection. Luckily the PAB wall at my local store had some great pieces recently and the figures from the UCS Slave I could work for Oleon.
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This topic is for sharing recurring characters throughout our various Oleon stories. Oleon is looking to build stories that intersect. If you'd like your character to venture into other stories, share your characters here! Please use the Oleon Intro Topic to discuss. This topic should be for characters only. Feel free to post multiple characters in one post. The following general format is recommended for each character: NAME OF PERSON: A brief description with whatever information you feel is necessary or important to know. Please keep it under 200 words. [Single Small Image] [INSIDE A SPOILER: Additional pictures of the fig along with relevant links to their story]
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After a long interruption due to technical problems and to the employement of many Astrapians in the building of the Royal Arsenal, rhe silver mine was finally completed. As expected, silver nuggets were just a minimal part of the lore: silver was mainly conteined in galena veins, foremd by a mix of lead, sulfur, silver, copper, zinc and pyrite, and required additional refining steps. A series of meandering tunnels was excavated, following the richest veins: the rocks were slowly crumbled with hammers and pickaxes, metre after metre, digging deeper and deeper into the bowels of the island. The rock fragments were then brought with panniers to a mine cart and then pushed outside, ready for the refining furnaces. Mining is surely one of the hardest and most dangerous jobs in the New World, but the pay is accettable and the ones who leave, for example to take to the sea, are easily replaced by someone desperate enough. Sometimes the miners daydream about finding the legendary Zeus' artifact hidden, according to the legends on (or maybe below) the island, soon after the fall of the Empire... They dream about finding, beyond one last rock wall, a long forgotten tunnel, maybe a walled door... ...and, overcome this last obstacle, finally finding an underground temple. According to the legends, the ancient artifact, the Bolt, was hidden centuries ago on an island beyond the sea, considered, until the discovery of the New World, a mere myth; it was walled in a small temple, almost impossible to find, together with a sentinel, large food and water supply for him and (for many the most interesting part) a fabolous treasure. Unfortunately this is nothing but a nice legend, and probably the artifact does not exist at all, but who knows... dreaming costs nothing!
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This is a build I made to explain what Genaro was doing in King's Harbour prior to arriving at the ball Bregir hosted. Comments and criticisms are welcome. I would also like to thank Bodi for his assistance with the French. Previously: Lavalette Inn An Offer Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr King’s Harbour was hardly the type of settlement a Oleander could feel at ease in. Though a Corrie might disagree, any Oleander could tell you immediately that the culture, if you could call it that, was lacking at best, architecture placing utility over beauty, and no Oleander would consider the settlement’s shrines to be a substitute for a proper temple to the gods. The culture, if you could call it that, was lacking at best, the architecture was focused on utility over beauty, and they didn’t even have a decent temple for mariners to thank Poseidon after a safe journey. But by far the most uncomfortable part was the lack of respect the Corries held for one’s rank. Oh, it isn’t as bad as those republican greenies, but Corries have some truly disturbing ideas about equality and fair treatment. Despite these shortcomings, Captain Anthony Genaro wasn’t too disappointed at being in the settlement. After all, the Corries were decent scientists and he was anxious to see the latest chronometers. Perhaps if he was lucky, Anthony would manage to find a few good books on history and archeology. But all that would have to wait for now since Captain Genaro was presently escorting a RNTC lieutenant-directeur to the workshop of Thomas Brickcomen. There really wasn’t any reason for Anthony to be there other than the fact that he was a naval officer and Capitaine de Frégate, and the RNTC official thought it would impress the Corries. Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Anthony and the official approached the workshop and were quickly greeted by Thomas Brickcomen at the door. After a proper introduction and some pleasantries, they entered the workshop and went to a table buried under plans and papers. The official pulled some papers out of his coat and began opening them on the table while Anthony simply starred at the meaningless diagrams. Despite his best efforts to appear interested, Thomas quickly realized that Anthony wasn’t overly concerned by the discussion. Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “Captain, I don’t believe we’ll be needing your assistance for some time, sir,” said Thomas, the RNTC official nodding in agreement. “Perhaps you would prefer to step outside? I always find the fresh air to be much-needed relief from the air in here.” “I certainly have no desire to be in your way, gentlemen,” Anthony replied a little too eagerly. “And I would be most interested in seeing that contraption in front.” Anthony stepped outside, relieved to be free from that dull technical chatter and smoked, filled air. He looked towards the strange contraption that the assistants were working on, and while Anthony couldn’t make out the words, he could tell that the men were struggling to get the device to work. Perhaps the idea was simply impossible or perhaps the fates decided the time was not yet right for such a machine, but before Anthony could ascertain the cause for the men’s frustration a Corrish officer rode up, dismounted, and headed directly for Anthony. Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “Monsieur Capitán Anthony Genaro?” the officer inquired. Anthony paused for a brief moment, contemplating how to respond. "Et bien, monsieur, je m'appelle Anthony Genaro, je suis un capitaine de frégate, mais je ne vois pas pourquoi vous vous tenez à m’insulter, sashez que je ne suis pas un simple lieutenant. Peut être dans votre langage, ‘capitaine’ est un titre approprié, mais dans le mien, il serait plutôt ‘commandant’,” replied Anthony knowing full well that it was unlikely the Corrish officer would understand half of it. And although he was supposed to behave, Anthony simply couldn’t resist the urge to bedevil the Corrie. “Vou set Anthony Genaro, oui?” the Corrie replied hesitantly. “Oui.” “Si vous pley, Monsieur Capitán, eh, jay un lettre pour you de,” the officer said, stumbling and becoming more frustrated as he went on. “Perhaps, mister officer, you would allow me to practice my Corrish?” Anthony interrupted in a compassionate tone. He had his fun with the poor officer and couldn’t help but feeling a little sorry for the young man. But more importantly he had no idea what the man was attempting to say. A quick look of relief flashed across the Corrie’s face. “Yes, sir. Certainly, sir. If you please, sir, I am here to deliver a letter to you from Colonial Governor Johnathan Cooke.” Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Anthony was surprised to hear this. He worked with Corries in the past, most recently while he commanded a joint anti-piracy squadron, but the name Cooke was unfamiliar to him. “Have I done something wrong, committed some offense?” he asked while he took the letter. “I do not know, sir.” Anthony took a quick look at the fine yet unfamiliar seal before opening the letter, the lieutenant standing at attention the whole time. Reading the letter, Anthony only became more confused and looked at the envelope to confirm that he was in fact the correct recipient. “But I do not even know your Governor-Captain. Are you quite certain this is correct?” Anthony asked the lieutenant. “Forgive me, sir, but I was simply ordered to deliver this letter to Captain Anthony Genaro of His Most Sacred Majesty’s Hired Ship Espirit Stephanique. I know nothing of the contents, but I would certainly convey any message you may have to my superiors, sir.” “No, no, that will not be necessary,” Anthony replied, looking at the letter once again. “I shall be most happy to attend.” “Yes, sir,” the lieutenant replied, remaining at attention. Anthony was about to return his gaze to the mechanical contraption when he realized the lieutenant was still standing there. “Is there something more, mister officer?” Anthony inquired. “No, sir.” Anthony looked at the officer with a quizzical expression before the officer continued. “Am I dismissed, sir?” “Ah, oui, of course, go, go mister officer.” The lieutenant gave a sharp salute that Anthony returned by slightly lifting the brim of his hat. After this, the lieutenant crisply turned, and remounted his horse before riding off. Oh well, Anthony thought to himself. This whole event was most confusing, but at least there was some comfort in the fact that at least one Corrie had a proper understanding of rank. Here are a few more pictures showing details of the build.
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[OL - February MRCA Build] The End of Gregory Decker
Captain Genaro posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
This is the continuation of Bodi's Capture of Gregory Decker. Comments and criticism are welcome. The capture of the infamous Gregory Decker resulted in a great hive of activity in La Royal. A variety of nations began requesting Gregory be extradited to face punishment for his crimes, each request requiring diplomatic poise less the denial result in a international incident. From there, the admirals had to determine where to hold Gregory’s trial and subsequent execution. Many proposed Porte du Tatarus, the notorious execution dock in Granoleon, but ultimately it was decided that Gregory’s death would receive more publicity in New Terra where his reputation was widespread (back in Halos, he would simply have been one criminal rotting away amongst many). Once these decisions were out of the way, the trial began. Each day for almost a week, Gregory was brought before a panel of captains where the evidence was presented, former shipmates confessed to their wrongdoings in hope of some semblance of mercy, and the full nature of Gregory’s crimes was officially recorded. Throughout it all, Gregory remained defiant, cursing and threating his crewmen who betrayed him and seemingly unaffected by the beatings he received for speaking out of turn. But all that was different now. Unsurprisingly, Gregory was found guilty on every charge, and the senior captain set a date for the hanging. To ensure enough time for the news to spread across the region, and more importantly to allow for the convoys to arrive so that their crews could witness the punishment, the date would be several weeks in the future. The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Finally the day came. The courtyard of Mont Michael was crowed with civilians and sailors, officers and officials lining the terrace’s edge. The audience was eager, and they didn’t have to wait long. Soon after the commandant appeared a door opened, and a frail image of the once-feared Captain Gregory Decker appeared between two guards. He was weak, sickly, and retreating from the sun’s rays, dressed in nothing more than rags. Still, he remained defiant, spitting and cursing at the priest who offered one final chance to confess his crimes and perhaps be saved from the worst the afterlife had to offer. The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr As Gregory was marched to his fate, the crowd became more enthusiastic. It wasn’t every day that a famous pirate was brought to justice, and Gregory’s notoriety resulted in all sorts of rumors. Some claimed that Gregory’s allies would mount a daring rescue and save him from the gallows at the last moment, others believed that Gregory had mystical powers that would save him from death, but the vast majority of the crowd was simply interested in seeing justice served. The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The crowd became quiet Gregory climbed the gallows’ stairs. The noose was placed on the pirate, the hangman took his place, and an official read the verdict and sentence. Drummers began a drumroll, the hangman pulled the lever, and a loud cheer went up from the crowd. After a short while, the lifeless body was removed, once again to deafening cheers, and taken away to be branded with two P’s (one so the judges of the afterlife knew of his guilt, and the second so the judges knew he was unrepentant, as is Olean tradition). Almost as soon as Gregory’s body was removed, the door to the prison opened again and more pirates were lead out. A full third of Gregory’s crew had been sentenced to hang. It was an unusually high percent, but La Royal was looking for an example to be made, and no one in the crowd was complaining. The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Additional Pictures can be seen in the spoiler: -
L'Arsenal Royal d'Astrapi - The Royal Arsenal of Astrapi: Master Index
Captain Genaro posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
This topic serves as the master index for L'Arsenal Royal d'Astrapi - The Royal Arsenal of Astrapi. All relevant builds are listed below. Please direct comments on individual builds to their respective topics. Bodi Military Academy Gun Carriage Workshop Keymonus: The entrance of the harbor Emptying the sea with a bucket The beginning of the works merc Eastern gatehouse Gun range Hospital of Asclepius at Astrapi Blackdeathgr: Parade Ground Dukesc Barracks robinnilsson403 Cannonball foundry Here is the original request for builders. L'Arsenal Royal d'Astrapi - The Royal Arsenal of Astrapi His Majesty is concerned that the speed as which Oleon's colonies in New Terra develop does not reflect their rapidly growing importance for the realm. Especially Astrapi is turning into a port of great value with growing convoy traffic each month. However, infrastructure and economic capacities are not keeping up, limiting not only our merchants profits but even more importantly our military presence in the region as well. To correct this situation, His Majesty has ordered the Royal Office of the Colonies to issue a development plan for Oleon's overseas possessions. The first project to be realized is the establishment of a Royal Arsenal in Astrapi. Details: this is a building collab aiming at the creation of a royal sized factory to be owned by Oleon (see the Royal Mint and Château Richemont for previous Oleon collabs) the collab is to be completed by the end of the year the build itself will encompass a number of MOCs to match the necessary footprint of 10.000 studs this program is open to all Oleanders builders can take inspiration from suggested parts below, or - after consultation with OL leadership - build what they seem fits best suggested parts: (cannon/anchor) foundry, carriage factory, barracks, officer academy, storage, barracks, ammunition factory, armory, powder mill, parade ground, (entrance) gate house the arsenal will be expanded in the future, naval installations will follow for more background on a real life arsenal, see for example the Royal Arsenal in Woolwich, GB as a reward for participation in this building program, all participants will be paid twice the value of what their contribution would be worth as a license (small, medium, large properties) in addition, all participants that take part in two royal building programs will be dubbed Knight of the Royal Order of Saint Arltrees. Past participation (Royal Mint, Château Richemont) does count. it should go without notice that contributing to Oleon's growth and fame is every of His Majesty's loyal subjects' duty! Note that royal properties are held to high standards. As such, if you plan on joining this collab, be prepared to put forth your best effort. Building advice will of course be provided in the process. Berart Mazan Duc de Boussac, Secrétaire d’État des Colonies, Grand Officier de l’Ordre Royal de Saint-Arltrees Granoleon, Nov. 11th, 617AE Vive le Roi! -
[OL-Royal Arsenal of Astrapi] The entrance of the harbour
Keymonus posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Astrapi,an evening at the beginning of March 618. Immediately before the changing of the guard, an allarm was sound: the hour was perfect for a raid into the military port, with the tired gunners blinded by the low sun... or at least it's what an invader usually thinks. The Oleanders moved quickly, lead by their Gunnery Officer: the 36 pounder cannons were loaded and fired aganist their targets. Meanwhile, volleys Congreve Rockets were shot from the towers of the fort, laying down a heavy barrage fire. This modern weapon, extensively tested by Corrington and Oleon, can easily set ablaze sails and riggings... a terrible danger for a wooden ship! A Hades of fire and iron was falling on the raiding fleet, the fearsome squadron... ...led by Admiral Jimmy, as the puppet on the first target boat was called by the gunners. "Bob and Billy are burning, Sir, and James has just been hit by a cannonball!" Exclaimed the officer "Only Jimmy would have survived to the first volley, and we are not even using wall muskets". "Well done, Lieutenant! Your men are perfectly operative even if we made them exercise at the end of their shift." Replied Captain Rimbaud "And what we have seen right now is only a part of the defensive system... What about the chain?" "As you can see, Sir, it has already been laid down. It is raised and lowered twice a day, according to the tide, and obvioulsy whenever our ships enter or leave the bay. To avoid accidents in case of low visibility the chain was marked with yellow bouys, but in case of fog we will also use longboats and light signals. In case of attack, the defensive chain would probably block the enemy ships under our fire, but with a bit of luck it could also cut like a blade the hull of smaller ships: only a large battleship at full speed could break the barrier, but not without being severly damaged." An inspection of the armory A soldier wrapping gunpouder cartouches for the cannons Additional pictures: An overall view: -
[OL-Royal Arsenal of Astrapi] Emptying the sea with a bucket
Keymonus posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
After a hard work the dam was completed, but this was only the first step towards the new military port: dozens of unusual cranes (usually called "giraffes") were built along the barrier and, manouvred day and night by hundreds of labourers started emptying the bay. At a conceptual level, transferring a single bucket of water from the bay to the open sea or repeat the operation ten or five thousand times is not different: it's only a matter of resources, logistics and manpower; continuously working for a couple of months, the groups of workers (convicts, Astrapians and laborers from all the New World) emptied the bay, reaching the muddy seabed. The dam was then reinforced with beams from inside, to prevent it collapsing due to the terrible pressure from outside. Even if the giraffes egregiously did their job, a significant was given by a series of endless screws, simple (and quite fragile) machines capable of lifting huge volumes of water with a minimum effort; they were useful in particular when the bay was almost dry, to complete the job and control infiltrations along the dam. Here you can see how the port was actually realised: hundreds of tons of mud, sand and rocks, accumulated by tides and rivers during the last centuries, were gradually removed with showels and cases by convicts (with red clothes) and salaried labourers. When full, the cases were lifted to the top of the cliff using winches and wooden rails: the resulting materials were then carried away with wagons along a temporary road and used to pave streets or build new piers in different areas of the island. A little ceremony was held at the top of the cliff: celebrating a tradition older than the Faith itself the Master Builder made a short propitiatory speech near to the cornerstone of the future fort. This stone, influencing the direction, precision and stability of the foundation, has always had a strong symbolical value: the future of the new building relies on it's stability and, since the cornerstone can only be exposed by the complete distruction of the overlying building, an offer to the gods of the Underword (Hades in particular) is usually made. As usual, the cornerstone of the fort contained a little space for the ritual offers: a golden figurine of Hades, a doubloon minted during the year, sometimes a message for the future Oleanders; the cover was then sealed forever with mortar and, since that very moment the new fort became something more than a mere project. Tristan Rimbaud, one of the promoters (and financers) of the Royal Arsenal congratulated with the Master Builder: the build was perfectly on time, and the bright, glorious future for Astrapi was a little nearer. An overall view: Other pictures: The men manouvring one of the winches -
[OL - Royal Arsenal of Astrapi] Parade Ground
Captain Genaro posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
@blackdeathgr is the builder of this MOC. All credit for the design and construction belongs to him. I am merely posting it on his behalf. Located just before the commander's palace and near other buildings for senior officers, the main parade ground isn't a very exciting place. Apart from flag ceremonies and the occasional parade it's a fairly quiet place. Despite it's central location, the facility's layout means that few pedestrians have reason to cross it. Still, standing orders are for two sentries to be posted to the parade ground at all times, a job that even a bookkeeper would find dull. Sure, sentries occasionally apprehend deserters and traitors, and on very rare occasion a foreign agent, but that is, at best, a farfetched possibility for those stationed at the parade ground. After all, few foreign governments are concerned about the secrets of Oleon's colors, and most soldiers are wise enough to know that causing trouble near the officers' quarters never ends well. Nonetheless, the sentries remain ever vigilant for even the slightest error on their part can result in most a most severe punishment. Once again, please direct all comments and criticisms to @blackdeathgr La place.lxf by Spy Tha, on Flickr -
[OL-Royal Arsenal of Astrapi] The beginning of the works
Keymonus posted a topic in Brethren of the Brick Seas
Entering the port of the Royal Arsenal of Astrapi, it's hard to believe that only few months ago it was only a secluded bay, a safe place to shelter fishing boats from storms but not deep enough to host anything bigger than a corvette: the new military port, in fact, was built by the hard work of Oleander diggers and engeneers. The first challenge was the laying of a double palisade across the entrance of the bay, about 400 metres wide; the barrier was strengthened with earth, sand and rocks coming from the foundation works of the Arsenal itself. The poles forming the dam were deeply plunged into the sea bottom using a pile driver mounted on a boat: an heavy block of rock is lifted using a crane and then violently dropped on the pole, hammering it in the sand; a ballast of stones, on the back, prevents the boat from capsizing. Meanwile, a group of "volounteers" is digging along the coastline in order to expose the solid rock below: soon a little fort will be built there that, with his twin on the other side of the bay, will welcome any unexpecte visitor with 36-pounder greetings. The "volounteers" are actually former pirates nicely host by Astrapi jail, who were given a chance to shorten their conviction or avoid the gallows; their work is hard, but they receive decent food, fresh water and can see the sunlight. A group of Astrapi inhabitants is removing some bush: a temporary road will be cut across the thicket in order to allow an easy arrival from Astrapi for the hundred of men that will be employed soon and for the building materials. An overall view The pile driver again A coplue of volounteers Some other pics of the building site This is the first of a series of three builds. I tried to depict the same area at the beginning (here), at about an half and at the end of the works. No pirate was badly hurt during the process. -
The son of trot sounds in the deserted streets of suburb of Astrapi. A carriage stopped at the gates of the newly built Military Academy. - "Ah, here she is!" The headmaster of the academy, proud as he is, could not help shuddering at the sight of this cart carrying the Courteville's coat of arms. A valet hastened to run to the gates and helped the lady to get off the carriage. Madame de Courteville crossed the court, flanked by ranks of cadets and naval officers. - "Madame la Duchesse, I hope the trip was pleasant. Would you care to partake of some refreshment?" Asked politely the headmaster. - "Oh, monsieur de Torchon, you are too kind, but I think we put aside the courtoisie for a moment, you know our majesty has orderred personnaly the construction of this arsenal. Ah, I forgot, this academy thingy, you know it's the first military school in the new world, and I hope you will not fail us." A big drop of sweat slid down the cheek of de Torchon, he knew quite well the reputation of this Madame de Courteville, and she shall not make his life easy unless she got a satisfactory response. He began to search his pockets for that piece of paper but came out with empty hands, par Poseidon, he must left it in his old clothes. He had to improvise. - "Hum, well...madame...de Courteville...you see..."Stammered de Torchon. - "Monsieur, I hope you won't make me listen your harangue in the tropical heat?" Said la Duchesse with a grin. - "Mille pardon, madame, you are absolutely right, could you do me the honor to follow me to my office, a detailed report is waiting for you." The poor headmaster was quite relieved when he heard the protest. - "Volontier." The Duchesse was ready to go enter building, when she raised her eyes and her gaze focused on these lime-green plates. - "Quite an exquisite taste, where did you find these green plates?" She asked ironically while frowning her eyebrows. - "They are made of quartzites that exist in abundance in this region, a quite unique color, isn't it? But to be honest, Astrapi is a small settlement, we were low on budget and we had to do with what we already got." Replied de Torchon, seemingly quite proud of his work. - "Very well." Exclamed la Duchesse, then, in a whisper, she said to herself,"I shall see to have them replaced." Thanks for viewing. C&C are welcome!
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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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I've decided it's about time I continue developing my naval character's story, and I'm very pleased with how the build turned out. As always, comments and criticism are welcome. The Inn by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Captain Anthony Genaro walked down the road distressed. Once again, the only letter waiting for him at the port admiral's office was from his brother. Nothing from the admiralty, no news of a command, and to make matters worse there was still no word on when the payroll would arrive. At this point, he just wanted to return to his room without any further disappointment, but as he turned one last corner before reaching his inn, he saw that wouldn't be the case. The Inn by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “Captain Genaro!” Abigale Fisher shrieked, her bulky frame filling most of the door, when the young officer was a few steps away. “Do you have any idea what day it is?” “And a most good and holy day it is, no doubt,” the Captain replied, knowing full well what Abigale was after, but doing his best to avoid it. “Today marks six months, Captain, six months,” she continued, hands firmly planted on her hips, her stone-cold gaze unyielding. “Six months since I’ve seen a penny of rent out of you.” The Inn by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “Good lord, has it really been that long? Well, I for one will be sure to write to the port admiral and complain about his inability to maintain a steady schedule for the payroll ship.” “Don’t you dare give me any of that today, Captain, I don’t want your jokes.” Anthony gulped as he began racking his brain for the right response. He could stare down a Ship of the Line in not more than a brig or be the first to board a galley of bloodthirsty corsairs, but none of that mattered now. “Well?” Abigale asked. “It’s just… well, you see times are tough for a poor officer on half pay,” Anthony meekly replied. “I’m barely scrapping by as is. But on my honor, as soon as the payroll arrives,” but Abigale interrupted him before he could finish. “Oh, good. I’m sure my creditors will be happy to take your good will and honor in lieu of gold. Oh, sure, I’m certain that’ll keep me out of debtors’ prison.” “But what would you have me do?” Anthony cried out, desperate for some way to pacify his landlady and get back to his room. “Surely your sword or medals would be worth a few month’s rent,” replied Abigale, her cold stare unchanged. “Why, an excellent idea, Mrs. Fisher. Let me just take a look in my trunk...” “Oh, no you don’t, Captain! I know you haven’t got anything in there!” Abigale exclaimed. “You’ve got a perfectly good medal on your hat and a perfectly good sword in your belt.” “Well, surely this can wait until tomorrow,” Anthony pleaded. “No!” “But it’s late! Surely you don’t intend to let me spend the night in the streets!” Abigale just stood in the doorway and stared at the captain. Then, without another word, she turned, entered the inn, and slammed the door shut, leaving Anthony alone, cursing his current situation. “Gen?” a familiar voice asked. “Anthony Genaro? By Zeus it is!” The Inn by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Anthony turned to the voice and immediately cheered up. “Paul Laforge, you old devil!” he exclaimed upon seeing his old shipmate. They served together as midshipmen in the peace and both were commissioned as lieutenants on the Mars during the Juniper War, but Anthony hadn't seen Paul for years. He immediately ran over and kissed each cheek in the proper Olean greeting. “How have you been? How’s Marie?” “Fine, both of us just fine, thank you,” Paul replied. “But it appears that you’ve seen better.” "Ah, it's nothing, just waiting for my next assignment," Anthony said. "But what's this? Don't tell me you've sold out?" "Alas, I'm afraid I have" Paul chuckled. "Half pay simply didn't suit Marie, but I was able to get one of the company's ships. Nothing like serving the Crown, but by Zeus do they pay well." "And it appears you ate most of it" Anthony said with a playful jab at his friend's increasing gut. "Well, Marie is quite a cook. Speaking of which, perhaps you could join us for dinner?" "I'd hate to impose..." "Come, come! I won't take no for an answer!" "Well, if you insist," Anthony replied, not requiring much encouragement to enjoy a free meal with his old friend. The Inn by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr
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Having limited time and since my LEGO bricks currently need "redeploying" in order to build anything (assuming the baby leaves me time), I am spending a bit more time in LDD. So, while experimenting with the "half stud" technique on walls, I ended up building the following moc. It is an Oleander barracks and prison along with a wall for firing practice (and more ). Nothing fancy considering innovative techniques and stuff but I quite liked the way it ended up. Interior is almost non existent, but for some benches at the prison section. As always, C&C is appreciated!
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The Order is using its Flagship in ensuring its followers do not waver in their faith. Those who have fallen astray will be met with the wrath Loyalty. The Pearl shuttles high officials of The Order such as a high priest show here. The best of Oleon's Royal Marines man the vessel to ensure its ready for action. Thanks for looking. If you're interested in a plain interior and want to see additional pictures my daughter helped with , check the spoiler.
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Location: Breshaun Type: Small Commercial "Wow! Breshaun sure is great! It's the largest city on the brick seas! And it sure is nice!" Said Captain Kelly, of the WTC Teamwork. "Yeah, and everybody here is so nice. How do they afford all this?" Said Jane, his right hand woman. Highway robbery by North White, on Flickr "Excuse me sir, is this the place where we register our profits for the KPA?" Kelly asked the guard. Highway robbery by North White, on Flickr "Hehehe. Yep! Go on in." He said with an evil laugh. The two went into the office. An Oleonese Noblewoman sat at the desk. Highway robbery by North White, on Flickr "Well well well, thank you for docking in Breshaun. Are you ready to pay the tax?" She said with an evil grin. "Wait, isn't there supposed to be a free market?" Asked Kelly. "No! Of course not! We need to fund our public endowment to the arts by stealing- I mean taxing ship's profits! Here, read this." She said. Highway robbery by North White, on Flickr "Wait what? You're holding us hostage?!?!" Asked Kelly incredulously. "No... Now give us the money! MWAHAHAHA!" Highway robbery by North White, on Flickr "At least that's how I remember it," Kelly wrote in his diary. FIN Thanks for viewing my build! Just a little poke at Oleon for having such high taxes. I'm sure they appreciate the building in their settlement as well. I'll make sure to pay by the end of the month. Is it Oleon or Breshaun I'm paying? C&C appreciated!
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The busy Eltina shipyards has yet delivered another vessel to the colonial squadron of la Royale. Such speed is only possible with the affluence of new settlers, indeed, the recent event at a former Mardier island has forced many of the "Royalists" to flee to more hospitable lands. This extra of manpower allowed our shipyards to run 24h on 24 to satisfy the thirst of la Royale for mooaarrr ships. Meanwhile, to exploit further the labourers, the owner of the shipyards, Knight Lagaufre, has decided to launch a new frigate, a heavy one. She's built with 5 midsections, length-wise is comparable to a class 7 two-decker, but since she only has one full deck, I plan to license her as a class 6. C&C are welcome. Vive le Roi!
