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  1. The golden dragon tavern-inn benefits from an extraordinary location close to a hot spring. The virtues of these bubbling baths attract a large female clientele. The dragon clan garrisons are also regulars here. Are they attracted by the quality of the beverages served in this tavern, by the regular presence of women from elsewhere or by the name given to this place? Certainly a bit of all three. Only the elves living in the nearby forest take a dim view of the presence of soldiers and personalities who have come from so far to the border of their forest-sanctuary.
  2. Other Work: CDC2 CMF: socalbricks [Freebuild] Cobold's Crusaders (REVAMP) I'm back! After last year's fun CDC2 CMF, I was inspired to make more characters for the guilds. Enjoy! Geovana Guild: Mitgardia A sorceress who was adopted at a young age by amethyst-worshipping monks. Taught to harness the stones' power, she is now the last of her order. Despite this, she has vowed to defend the amethysts from pesky dwarven miners until her last breath. Boab Guild: Kaliphlin A blind naga assassin who can “see” through heightened senses of hearing and smell. His strongest ability is his sense of touch, using his hands, tail, and the hollow end of his spear to track nearby movements. A being of few words, he is steadfastly loyal to the Desert King (his mentor and first employer). Maridia Guild: Valyrio A mermaid who has made a small fortune selling the treasure she found at the bottom of Valyrio's harbors. Having learned water sorcery from her fellow merfolk, Maridia travels all throughout Valyrio's coastal cities, resting on a floating pool of water. She is currently making a sizable amount of money salvaging sunken treasure from Valyrian harbors and selling it in Canal Square. She has heard many tales of far-off lands from her customers; she plans on seeing all of them once she has enough money! Sko-Khan Guild: Nocturnus A soldier who was stranded in a massive pit during the war against Raavage, Sko-Khan spent weeks fighting off (and eating) giant scorpions (it was during this time that he ripped off a scorpion's claw and uses it as a weapon). After climbing out of the ravine himself, he became a muscle-for-hire for various Nocturnan warlords. He still carries the claw to this day, and has adorned his armor with matching scorpion imagery as a sign of respect for his old foes. Dombard the Doom-Bard Guild: Nocturnus Most bards lift the spirits with stories of bravery and heroism. Not Dombard - for reasons still unknown, he aspires to make his listeners as angry and miserable as possible. His lute (forged from and doubling as an axe) is unpleasant to the ears, and his voice is described as sounding like “nails on a chalkboard” and “a vulture being strangled” It is said that the latter is so grating that it can send members of races with “sensitive hearing” (such as elves and centaurs) into catatonic shock. Garrus Guild: Nocturnus Garrus saw his home of Abyssian turn to ice at the hands of Raavage’s forces. Though he survived the attack, his forearms did not, and he had them replaced with primitive prosthetics. Filled with rage, he decided to track down those responsible for the attack, adding massive swords to his prosthetics. Leaving a trail of bodies, he soon heard word that Raavage had already been killed (thus depriving him of his revenge). With no home, family, or outlet for his rage, the hulking reptilian became a brutal bounty hunter. Though he has mellowed with time, his infamous reputation remains unchanged (as does his enthusiasm for violence).
  3. So this is orginally made for the Summer Joust 2022, But why not dubble dip and make it a freebuild aswell? I take you to the Arkbri river, in Barqa. (with permission of gideon ofcourse) Lake Mareotis, Alexandria by jesse van den Oetelaar, on Flickr hope you like it.
  4. soccerkid6

    Life in Allanar Forest

    One collab wasn’t enough, and we just managed to squeeze in a second build before Isaac returned to Denmark. It’s yet another scene set in our Alnya, and we returned to our roots by making it viewable from all sides, and even including a full interior! It fits on a 48×48 baseplate and is an entry in the Civilian Building category of the CCC. Extra credit to John for handling the last details and photography! Allanar Forest is home to one of the largest Dwelf communities in Alnya. Its beautiful trees, plentiful wildlife, and rich soil are a perfect match for the Dwelfs favorite pastimes of raising livestock, nurturing gardens, finding new uses for herbs, crafting beautiful cottages, and of course eating. See more images on Brickbuilt. Always feels good to post something new for the Guilds
  5. The hamlet of Marginea is expanding rapidly, its border location between Avalonia and Kaliphlin makes it a regular crossing point for merchants and traders of all kinds. The establishment of the armies of the dragon clan significantly increases the number of mouths to feed. In the oven and in the mill, a couple is active night and day to grind the grain, make and bake the bread. There is no shortage of work, we will have to think about recruiting.
  6. Louis of Nutwood

    [Freebuild] Kallstark Stronghold

    Kallstark Stronghold Amidst the frozen silhouette that divided the horizon, a wooden needle pierced the clouds. Once again, I knew I was close. And once again, I felt my heart ache. Iron rings clinked in my ears, and I stroke my wrists, heavy with the memory of captivity. I prayed I would never return to Kallstark... yet our destinies remain in the hands of the spinners. So, there I was, standing on a narrow path by its impregnable gates. Only this time, it was different. All was different. For once, I was armed. Spear in hand and boiled leather over my chest. And those would keep me for... a second? Ten? No. I was armed with a weapon sharper than any sword or spear. I was armed with the knowledge that there was only one thing the Jarl wanted more than my head on a spike. And that... was revenge. I was the only one who could grant him his wish. And I was willing to handle it in a platter, served with ale and music and dancers, so he would bathe in the sweet nectar of his revenge. The gates opened in a crackling sound... A smile crossed my lips. And the pain in my heart was no more. Louis of Valnötsträd ________ Really hope you like it! This is a contribution for the Castle category of the CCC. New pictures coming soon. Skol!
  7. The Royal Joust: The nobles’ indulgence Each year, the Dragon Clan fortress hosted a great festival, culminating in the Royal Joust. The most brave knights fought for the favour of the queen! In the royal gallery, we find of course the royal couple but also many personalities from the surrounding kingdoms: dwarves from the northern lands, elves of the Avalonian forests, nomadic orcs of the desert, and nobles from the island province of Valyrio. This was my contribution for the Brickscalibur contest in « the Rich and the Poor » category, partnering with Eyrezer.
  8. Sitting along the mighty Teal River which runs out of the great Avalonian forests, Teal River Fortress is the new strong hold of Lord Valan, a newly knighted warrior in the service of the verdant lands of the west. This is the home of my Avalonia Character Valan. Well it has been a long time since I was able to contribute, but it feels good doing it again. Life changes and upheavals really do take a toll on the things you love to do. With that being said, I am happy this community is still here and thriving, and will slowly integrate myself back into it. I look forward to seeing all the awesome works I've missed and I hope you all enjoy the build.
  9. The Outpost a few old friends meet Friends? or bounty to be collected? When the Hutt's require a bounty hunter, many will come for the meeting and credits
  10. Louis of Nutwood

    [Freebuild] Skaldar Port

    You could smell it before you could see it. That salty, damp, stench of rancid meat, exposed in the open sea. Fish. As far as the eye could see. Fish hanging from balconies. Fish hanging rom hooks. Fish rotting in boxes and nets. Fish guts, fish fins, fish oil. And everything smelled the same. Fish. Smugglers, wanderers, fugitives, fishermen, sailors, and outlaws, they all came to Skaldar Port looking for an opportunity to star over. And for some reason, dealing fish seemed like a good start. For me, something else was at stake. I wasn’t looking for a new start. I was looking for a man that has been hiding in the shadows for way too long. The sack of coins tinkled as I walked the narrow streets of Skaldar. Glancing at signs and banners, I tried averting those eyes filled with temptation that arise in the depths of misery, and searched for the place where the dealer said he would be. The Smelly Inn. Sounded just right. I had the coin and now a target on my back. I could only hope Res would have the information I craved from the moment I left home. But I couldn’t help but think... something smelled fishy. ________ Louis of Nutwood. Skaldar Port. Probably one of my largest builds so far. Really hope you like it. Let me know what you think. Skol!
  11. Jeff of Clubs

    [OL-FB] Among Thieves

    That very evening. Fort Arltrees Waterfront Warehouse. LT Gabbi: "At Ease, Private. Well, Peter. Karl. How is your jail-break coming along?" Peter the Hat: "I can't believe it! Hey, whaddya say you get us some of that there amnesty too?" LT Gabbi: "You must be having a laugh, sir. You have robbed me in the past and I've witnessed this bald old-boy here, eat another man with a smile on his face!" LT Gabbi: "I mean, just look at him. Besides, I'm a man of the gentry now...and again. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to rub shoulders with the likes of ye. Now. If you 'gentlemen' will excuse me..." "...I have duties to attend to. As you were, private." Private: "MOVE IT, YOU CURS!!!" (((THWACK!))) -Thanks! To be licensed as a small commerce in Fort Arltrees:
  12. The golden dragon tavern-inn benefits from an extraordinary location close to a hot spring. The virtues of these bubbling baths attract a large female clientele. The dragon clan garrisons are also regulars here. Are they attracted by the quality of the beverages served in this tavern, by the regular presence of women from elsewhere or by the name given to this place? Certainly a bit of all three. Only the elves living in the nearby forest take a dim view of the presence of soldiers and personalities who have come from so far to the border of their forest-sanctuary.
  13. The build: Anton's Bait Shop The story: Anton was something of a fixture in the sleepy hamlet of Notomys. The burly and gregarious fisherman was always ready with a tall tale or a free filet for a family in need. While his Bait Shop sold supplies – hooks and bait, smoked fish and seafood – many villagers stopped by more for entertainment. There was that story of Anton riding a manta ray right up the estuary; his claim to have caught a gorgeous naiad with his lucky lure (actually a rather furious were-beaver); or the yarn about how he drunk some visiting dwarves under the table – and what a low table it was! When the Drow incursions into Avalonia reached the Enchanted Forest, Anton was one of many local men lining up for the Notomys’ militia. It was a mixed-race contingent, reflecting the diverse population of the village and its surrounds: men and wood elves, jerboans and were-beasts, even the odd local orc. Unsurprisingly, the militia operated in a somewhat chaotic fashion but it did enough to harass and harry the Drow and buy enough time for support to arrive from a unit of fleet-footed elven stag cavalry. Sadly, while Anton returned from the war, he did not survive it. Shot in the leg by a poisoned Drow arrow, Anton was carried home by one of his fellow militia, a weathered grent known as Rimurapa. The unlikely pair had bonded when Anton shared a few, stumbling words of greeting in the old Druidic tongue with the tree-man. The fisherman had learned the phrase from his wife, a wood carver and devotee of the old ways, until she passed on after the birth of their second child, Gorki. Anton spent his final week with his children, Sofia and Gorki, retelling familiar stories. Most stories ended with a rip-snorting punchline, but they also contained wisdom and nuggets of fishing knowledge – where the fattest trout liked to sun themselves on winter days or the best bait for catching the rare, blue woolly eel. In truth, he needn’t have worried: although still a young woman, Sofia was a natural at crafting traps and snares that even the wariest crustaceans were draw to. Gorki was still merely a boy, but Anton knew the village would help raise him into a man. Still, fathers were fathers. Anton’s final words were directed not at his children but at Rimu: “Promise me, you’ll watch over my kin. Promise!” Rimu promised. Grent ways were mysterious, even to those that had lived among the forest folk for centuries. Anton couldn’t have known he would be taken literally by the grent with Rimu sinking his roots deep into the soft silty soil behind the fishing shack, going to seed. Years passed from that sad day and still Rimu stood tall, watching over the grave of the father and his dear children. Seasonally, the grent’s limbs bore juicy purple plums while edible mushrooms sprouted from his trunk. Between this and Sofia’s seafood catch, the orphaned siblings not only survived but were able to set aside a little coin. Sofia bought chickens – the lucky birds were allowed to shelter inside the shack when storms struck – grew a veggie patch with some gifts from the market gardener and even mended the leaky roof. The Notomys villagers did their part, too, by continuing to support Anton’s Bait Shop. Now, though, the roles were reversed: it was the villagers sharing their favourite story of the gregarious fisherman or supplying a free meal to a family in need. Build notes: C&C welcome and appreciated.
  14. Louis of Nutwood

    [Freebuild] Hideout

    Chapter 13. Hideout Rotten and broken were the two words that came into mind the first time I caught eye of Glömt Torn - the forgotten tower. It stood fragile, exhausted. An ancient monolith from a previous time, wreathed in weed, mist and fog, like the last standing tombstone in a decaying and crumbling cemetery. Glömt Torn looked no better from the inside. If anything, it looked worse. No one had been here for the past hundred winters, and it had clearly been abandoned and claimed by nature, left to decay. The walls were blistered and mildewed, the wooden columns torn and pealing. Old, rusted chandeliers hung from a weak ceiling, cobwebbed and disused. Patches of black mold covered all the eye could see, covering the whole interior in one lengthy shadow, like darkness contained in a sealed jar. The walls felt wet to the touch, the air was chilled, and the damp made my skin itch and prickle. No living thing would ever feel warm in this place. We stood before the big and circular staircase that grew along the walls, looking around, speechless. “Big, isn’t it?” said Vekrod. None of us answered. ________ Louis of Nutwood
  15. Louis of Nutwood

    [Freebuild] Quietude

    Quietude “Close your eyes for a moment and cherish the dark. Can you feel the warmth of the sun? Can you feel the gentle touch of the blowing wind? Can you feel the waves moving up and down, washing the sand and taking away all your worries? With eyes closed, stare into the horizon. Embrace your past and face your future. Know that what is done cannot be changed, only accepted. And what lays beyond is your destiny, waiting to be written. One step. One stone at a time. What do you see?” “I see a little farm. Pine trees in a distance. Apples and cherries as well. Horses galloping free. I see water. Running, falling, washing the land anew. I see a thin breath of air swirling up, dancing out of a chimney. The air smells of rosemary bread. I can hear the bells ringing with the stroll of a cow. Feels like home. And I cannot wait to go inside. Someone is expecting me. Someone I have missed for so, so long. I open the door. There is a woman by the heath, curled in a wool blanket. Next to her, a furry thing coiled like a pretzel. “Is it a chicken?” “No! It’s a dog!” “Aw. Who is she?” “The most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” Her big brown eyes glistened, reflecting the world painted gold. Staring at me, I saw beyond every mountain and every sea. I saw the future I would pursue with every heartbeat. Louis of Nutwood __________ Summer Joust, Category 12x12 Hope you like it. Skol!
  16. Henjin_Quilones

    Jelsa's Ice Castle

    Jelsa's Ice Castle A freebuild for Avalonia set in Mitgardia Far to the north in Mitgardia, at the edge of the Frozen Beyond (whether in the Frozen Beyond or just on the Mitgardian side is hard to say, as the cartographers are rather imprecise about that region), there is a small kingdom ruled by a kindly, though rather stupid, old king. His wife died many years before, and he spends his time playing with a sophisticated system of interlocking toys and trying to convince his only child, his spoiled and deeply loved daughter, that she should marry some prince. The daughter, Princess Jelsa, however, had other plans, and, since she is also a powerful ice witch, she froze every suiter her father brought to her. But one day, things went so far that she ran away to the back of the North Mountain and built herself an Ice Castle with her powerful ice magic. And there she stands, and there she will stay, unbothered by the cold. Cold hands, colder heart, they say. Unedited version: ______________ ............................. I built this for the Summer Joust's vignette category. It is, of course, Elsa's Ice Castle from Frozen, but I could not resist putting it into Mitgardia, where an Ice Princess seems to fit quite well. Jelsa, however, is a creation of mine for my (as yet unpublished) 10th Anniversary GoH CMF series: Consider this a sneak peek! Comments and criticism welcome.
  17. kahir88

    The hardest choice

    Still didn't know, where to put my votes on both voting topics. Any suggestion? Or anyone wants my vote? Write here, or PM. me.
  18. Whenever Rienne gets a job, if it's something the Nightwolves haven't encountered before, she consults Merrick to find out what to expect and how to hunt it. Had a small amount of building time and figured this was an important part of the monster hunting business. Here's the build sans minifigures.
  19. *Your entry has earned 16 XP* "Utini!" Sot heard the call of his younger brother over the loud clanking of the sandtreader's tracks pounding the desert floor. He switched to a lower gear and decreased speed so he could see what the fuss was that Gul was making. Sot had tried to ignore any reason to stop driving, but Gul was adamant. Gul often said he saw things in the sand that usually turned out to be a pile of rocks. Perhaps that's why the clan let them go out alone with the sandtreader, Sot pondered to himself. Stopping the family sandcrawler wasn't easy and doing so twenty times a day just for rocks was enough to push the patience of the elders. So when Sot looked where Gul was pointing and saw a speeder hull lying on the ground, he had to get a closer look. After all, mirages were common when one was bored. But now Sot wasn't bored. The speeder was trashed, that was clear. Sands blown across the Jundland Wastes had filled the intakes, clogging filters used to carry air to the engine. No matter. There were a hundred filters back at the family sandcrawler Sot could replace them with. A find like this was a good find. The family would decide whether the speeder would be repaired (just enough to function, of course) and inevitably sold, or broken down for tradeable parts. Jawas were social creatures within their clans; anything that encouraged cooperation was seen as a blessing. Sot motioned for Gul to activate their droids to comb the sand. The droids would use their photoreceptors to pick up other pieces of metal scrap as Sot and Gul loaded the speeder onto the trailer. Yes, this was a good find. And although Sot didn't like spending the entire day trawling the empty desert with his brother Gul, he did feel less annoyed. Later, as he fired up the sandtreader, he motioned for Gul to climb aboard into the cockpit. The wrecked speeder was Gul's find: the least he could do to show his appreciation was for Gul to not have to ride in the dusty trailer. And after all, they were brothers. Build Notes: The Jawa sandtreader is a halftrack featuring rear tank treads and forward sand-paddle wheels. The engine pieces behind the driver can be easily removed for quick repair access. The crane can be turned using the grey knob on the back of the vehicle. It can also be moved up and down. The trailer hosts a winch and pullable chain, which can wind up by rotating the dark brown lever.
  20. Louis of Nutwood

    [MOC] The Black Dragon, Svart Dyr

    Tales of Valnötstrad Svart Dyr, The Black Dragon “The man stormed into our village as a sudden summer rain. His clothes were ragged, torn, and burnt, and his sunken eyes showed what could only be described as fear in its most visceral state. Before he could mumble a word, we knew the tale. We knew the threat. How could we not? His town was the third to be attacked since last we saw the full moon. Soon, there would be no other villages left untouched, and ours was just as exposed. The man pointed to the setting sun, indicating the beast went west, where the dirt path led to the wetlands. We gathered our spears, packed our shields, and bid our loved ones farewells. Our feet sank with every step, and when the dirt path turned to mud, we heard the roar of a thousand demons, drifting among the woods. The party divided to flank whatever it was we would encounter until we reached a clearing. And there, we saw it. Its meandering tail, its thick skin made of leather, its long neck that could reach the sky. From its end, yellow fiery eyes showed no recollection of a soul, but the primitive drive of a starving animal. He opened his pale wings and embraced the water, the trees, that small group of once brave, diminished to nothing but frightened warriors... Hell, it took the whole swamp. Its belly shone and its teeth glistered with the blinding light of its breath. The cold wind became a scorching wave of flames that took our brothers and our courage in a heartbeat. But with my last sigh of hope, I grabbed the shaft of my spear and threw it at the beast. The spear hissed, cutting wind and flames before it cut the dragon’s flesh and landed on its chest. A demonic shout made the trees tremble and our hearts burst. With an impulse, the monster flapped its wings and flew away, leaving behind a hint of faith: a trail of red blood. Svart Dyr, the Black Beast is what we called it. That night, we did not kill it. It is a tale for another night. But that was the night we knew we could.” By Fiobvr the Wise, my grandfather. Louis of Nutwood ______ Built for CCCXVIII, Medieval Monster Menace Category. Hope you all like it. Would love some feedback.
  21. Rienne, founder and leader of the Nightwolves. Rienne founded the Nightwolves after hunting the vampires responsible for her husband and daughter's deaths. After surviving the attack she sought out knowledge on how to kill what took her family and this search led her to Merrick. She has raised a direwolf named Ashla that she found in Mitgardia on a job. Aurelios- The group's resident healer and mage. A feisty elf whose love of wine always brings forth the question "When do I get paid?". Talus- Formally from Mitgardia, Talus is a very simple soul. He loves nothing better than making the world a better place, one swing of his mace at a time. Nothing makes him happier than combat for a higher purpose. He's often chided and made fun of by Aurelios. Ysova- One of the finest non-elven archers in Avalonia, Ysova learned to shoot very young by necessity. A starving orphan who happened upon a dead soldier and picked up his bow, she learned very quickly that missing a target meant not eating. Serana- A half breed shunned by both Humans and Drow alike. Rienne found her in Nocturnus and remembering the daughter she lost, decided to take her in and train her. She's quiet and not fond of sunlight. Bardan- The most recent member of the Nightwolves and the one with the most in common with Rienne. When he was a boy his parents were slain by what he only remembers as a "Demon Knight". He sought out Rienne hoping to learn how to find and kill whatever killed his family. Merrick- Having spent much of his life with his head in books, Merrick has very little experience or inclination to combat. Forced out of a leading university due to heavy drinking he was nevertheless quite the student of the "darker" mythologies of Historica. When the Nightwolves get a job, it is Merrick who details what they're hunting and how to kill whatever it is. Located in the eastern region of Avalonia this once fortified castle has been abandoned for quite some time. It was given to Rienne as payment for saving the daughter of a local lord. Most of the money earned goes to repairing the castle, now affectionately named The Wolves Den.
  22. Hi all, after being gone for a year(my daughter took alot of my freetime) I have finally found the time to build again. I have now my own lego building room! So the story of Robert Sigurd continues! Nothing spectaculair, just have to shake of the dust first :) Robert Sigurd and Stan Brander continued their journey to Robert's stronghold, They Would have to travel through the lush landscapes and forests of Oxenfurt, located in Avalonia. After they pass this road they will arrive in a small village, nothing spectaculair, but perhaps there is some food, drinks and maybe a bath. Oxenfurt forest, Avalonia by jesse van den Oetelaar, on Flickr Oxenfurt forest back, Avalonia by jesse van den Oetelaar, on Flickr
  23. Previously: A New Post at Gammeltårn Party Supplies Perils Old and New They had spread themselves around the low stone table at the center of the chamber, contemplating the map that had been expertly tooled into its surface. Kjell, the restless second son of the Lord of Førstlys, had rarely spent time in this room as a boy, preferring to adventure around the city with his cousins rather than study charts in the keep. His role in the conflicts of the past few years had made him all-too-familiar with this room and its centerpiece, but this was the first time that the colored pieces on the table differentiated between the Mitgardian forces from the mainland and the local levies of the Burial Isle. "The garrison at Duergvenn is considerable," Kjell's father pointed at the piece nearest him. "Half of their number could be spared to march upon the Rigr's camp without leaving the city exposed. If they join with the men from Soldengang, their combined strength could be at the pass in eight days. Such a show of force should be enough to convince the mainlanders to stand down. The Rigr is haughty, abrasive, and now apparently treasonous, but he is no fool." "No," replied Kjell, "he is no fool indeed, and he has undoubtedly taken this time to strengthen his own position at the pass. From the north that way is unassailable. He could hold his camp against a force ten times his own. The western levies would be too little, and far too late. We have here at Førstlys by far our greatest strength of arms, but the Jarl's garrison is camped at our gate, and their loyalty remains unknown. I fear we cannot muster men enough for this task without recalling my brother from his adventures." "What of the pathway to the south of the pass?" asked the lord, not acknowledging the mention of his eldest son. "Is it so easily defended? Or, were he to be reinforced, could your cousin break this siege on his own?" "Makny is a cunning warrior and a hardy fighter. From his position he could handle the Rigr with merely another two-score men. But there is no way to get them to Gammeltårn, save for the path on which the Rigr is camped." "What of the harbor?" the lord asked, his eyes glancing to the golden-clad elves in the room. "Father," Kjell began skeptically, "the South Coast is naught but towering rocks and churning swells. Gammeltårn cannot even be seen from the sea, let alone reached by it." At this his father sighed and shook his head. "It seems I should have had more rigorous tutors for you in your youth. There are places on this island that do not yield their secrets to the unlearned, but the knowledge of which is your birthright, had you taken the time to know it." "My lord," spoke the dark-haired elf, "I see now that you have guessed at my history with this land, and I can guess why you have allowed my intrusion upon this council." The Lord of Førstlys remained silent, though a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth as the elf strode to the desk and picked up a block in the Førstlys livery. "Allow me to offer my knowledge of those same secrets, and my own strength of arms in this errand. To hear account of your situation, I suspect this task aligns with my larger duty on these shores. As such," he placed the block on the map to the south of the island, "we are yours to command." Kjell, utterly confused by the turn in conversation, took the offered hand. "My lord, we are grateful for whatever aid you can provide, though I fear I cannot yet guess at what that might be." "My young friend," smiled the elf, "All things shall be known in due time. But now make haste and prepare your retinue, for we sail at noon."
  24. Part 1: Part 2: (8 miles outside Brickford Landing) As Captain Vaughn was sent out on another patrol into the steamy wilderness, he smiled faintly. From his vantage point atop his mount he could see the rough terrain smooth into a clearing. Knowing that his force of light cavalry was only a reconnaissance detachment, he had to be mindful of avoiding engagement. So far, the Loti were a nuisance, but not a formidable opponent. He turned to Corporal Williams, who had the misfortune of walking with the squadron. He wasn’t part of the cavalry, but was attached for navigational services. “Mister Williams, would you point out the clearing on the map, might it be the one with the Loti camp?” Williams peered at his map, once satisfied with his inspection, looked over to Vaughn, “Aye, sir, the same.” Confident in the Corporal’s assessment, Vaughn addresses the squadron, “We’ll take rest there and see to it that we make ourselves scarce, if we are to make contact!” C&C welcome as always!
  25. Part 1: https://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/179698-sean-greybeards-story-part-1-guilt-is-a-powerful-thing/ Part 2 : https://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/179724-sean-greybeards-story-part-2-he-shouldnt-be-that-hard-to-deal-with/ Part 3 : https://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/179846-sean-greybeards-story-part-3-spreading-rumours/ Part 4: https://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/180052-sr-fb1-sean-greybeards-story-part-4-in-times-past-i-the-city-of-gold/ Part 5 https://www.eurobricks.com/forum/index.php?/forums/topic/180077-sr-fb2-sean-greybeards-story-part-5-in-times-past-ii-betrayal/ September 10th, 620 Tortuga, Sea Turtle Island. Sean looked across Tortuga's Docks, and noticed a man running towards him. The man was bald, dressed in ragged clothes, and he ran up to Sean. ' Excuse me, but are you Sean 'Greybeard ' Fortescue ? ' The man asked. His voice gave impressions of him being a corlander, but no - one knew much about each other in Tortuga. ' Yes' Said Sean. 'What message do you bring?' 'Sean' The messager spoke. 'Your father, Henry Jonathan Fortescue, has been violently murdered.' Sean Gritted his teeth. Dick had got there first. Father had made many enemies in his time, but he hadn't expected it from his own son. Sean's cook, Legless Bill, approached him. ' What are you going to do?' He asked. ' I will go to see Madame Loue.' said Sean. 'Madame Who?' asked the confused cook. 'Madame Loue. The clairvoyant. Sees the future. So they say, at least.' Sean explained. 'Where's she to be found, captain?' Asked the cook, still none the wiser. 'Oh, the nearest pub.' replied Sean half heartedly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Sean entered the pub. The whole scene displayed an aura of absolute chaos. It seems that they had been playing cards, but they had obviously devolved, because of the drink they seemed adamant on consuming. 'So Where's your Madame Loue?' asked the cook. 'There she is.' Sean pointed to the back of the room. 'The Women with the white dress, and the red hair.' Sean made his way over to her. 'I assume you want me to tell you your future.' 'Yes ', Sean replied, but he was sceptic. ' You have lost someone who is close to you..... You will go on a crusade..... You must...... Find your brother.....' To Sean, that made sense. She stood if the barrel and stared Sean straight in the eyes. ' I hope you have a ship', She said. 'Because tomorrow we sail to Raider's Haven, in the Lowers'. She turned and left. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thanks for reading the last Sean Greybeard's Story. Obviously his saga isn't over, as I'm working on sequels. His story will be continued in Exploring Raider's Haven. I hope you enjoyed the read. This is a freebuild, but not a business of any kinds. When I reveal all my land mocs, they will be licenced.