Mengish

Thanks guys!!! Am also looking forward to pursue my adventures in BoBS!!

Nice work on the atmosphere! People look seem to be attracted by the idea! So are we, The Sea Rats!!!

Thank you all for all the warm welcome and nice comments that just provide the GAS I need to build more!!!

Such a great story for such a MOC!! And this place makes all the Sea Rats' mouths water!!

Thank you for the nice comments Garmadon. In fact, this second part of the story is associated with the first part and it tells how I have turned into the pirate in the photos. So the Pirate Captain in the photos will be featured in a third chapter. Thereon, the adventures of Captain Mengish shall commence in BoBS. This thread is just to introduce my Sigfig. Thanks Kwatchi!!

Hi again, Here is my Sigfig for the unholy faction named The Sea Rats: Captain Mengish (Prologue) by Mengish, on Flickr Captain Mengish (Prologue) by Mengish, on Flickr Captain Mengish (Prologue) by Mengish, on Flickr

Ahoy Mates! Here is my Sigfig and the rest of the story about how I ended up as a rat in the Sea of Theives. The first part of my story is here: The last time you saw me, I was staring at the barrel of a gun in absolute terror of what the future held in stock for me. Well, for a shipwrecked Bluecoat from Oleon who stranded on an island infested by pirates, it was very comprehensible. Then I found myself packed in this cave with the other survivors of that ill-fated voyage who were just as terrified. On the first night of my, I naturally could not sleep, thinking over and over of a plan to escape my doomed fate. Of course, another reason was all that traditional noise only the pirates of the old world were able to produce. By dawn, everybody was asleep in the cave, which gave me the opportunity to do my old tricks. I was a master of getting rid of handcuffs and opening locked doors and this primitive security the pirates had installed was not my match. It took only 5 minutes to find myself in the open air without the jingling of the handcuffs. I was about to run into the forest when I realized that this was a small island. I could run but not far away. There was no vessel in sight to steal, other than my wrecked small boat lying on the shore. Having spent only a few minutes of joy, I was again disappointed. I was waken up from the depths of my thoughts by that bass voice. “So you look like a man with skills!” said the man, whom I realized was the captain of these rascals. “Yes” I said, in comfort. I was surprised to find myself not terrified speaking to the man of whom I was so terrified only yesterday. He seemed like a wise man in this unwise place. “I can kill you right now, right here, you know”. This time, he didn’t sound like a wise man with good manners but like a bloody captain determined to end my life. Now, I was terrified and was able to murmur a few incomprehensible words. Upon this, the Captain gave a loud laughter which woke up the rest of the gang. He took me by the arm and called the rest: “Look at his face carefully, you bloody bastards, and salute your newest matey!” By noon, I had changed my clothes and was enlisted as another pirate in this small gang. I was not given a gun or a sword, though. It was only the instincts of the wise Captain that had let me in and I had a long way to go before I earned the trust of the rest of the gang. Maybe, the Captain had seen the real crook in me or simply needed a man with handy skills to save him and his gang from possible perils of which there was a great deal in this world. One way or another, I had saved my life and was ready to enjoy all the twisted adventures in this new life! Captain Mengish (Prologue) by Mengish, on Flickr Captain Mengish (Prologue) by Mengish, on Flickr Captain Mengish (Prologue) by Mengish, on Flickr

This is a nice story!! I like the roof, too.

Now as the rest of the folks I'll zoom in, trying to grab some technique :-)). Well done, well executed!!

Now, all the vegetation and the rock combination looks just cool, giving the right atmosphere of a pirate infested area! Congratulations...

Thanks guys!!!

No, it is not harsh in any way. Thanks for the warning! And for all the nice words you have spared. Thanks Captain! Yes, they have been very helpful. And I have modified my story to fit into BoBS. I guess, now it is ok and fits into the context. Thank you all for the warnings!!!

Thanks for the notice, Kwatchi! I have introduced myself there. Thank you for the comment! Yes, it's a pain in the back to design the MOC, take photos and then clean the background. And yes, finally srite a story. But it's all worth the pain :-)

Ahoyyyyy Mates!!!! It's Mengish here with all the filth, blood and intrigues I have brought from my past. It's great to see this place packed with all the Rats sailing the seas. Before I introduce my sigfig, here is the first of my story about how I became a Sea Rat:

Ahoy Mates! Here is the first part of my story about how I became a Sea Rat! Hope you enjoy... 7th century AE was not a most favorable time to walk the continent of Halos for a poor peasant’s son but it had its opportunities for a crook who wished to overthrow his fortune. Having left my town for a better future, I headed to Granoleon, Oleon where I worked for peanuts for a few months but that was not my dream. I was yearning for something else: Money. Lots of Money. So I ended up in the dark, muddy backstreets of Granoleon where the similarly infamous pubs were located. These pubs housed all types of stereotypes of bad seed who you wouldn’t see in the clean, civilized streets of Oleon, which was famous for its traditions, advanced culture and divinity. Consequently, it wasn’t long before I got toxicated by the virtues of the vicinity: Theft, murder, adultery…and they far exceeded number 7. In a few years’ time, I was living my dream. Of course, with the little discomfort law makers had to offer to the likes of me. I was caught red handed twice and sentenced in the cold vaults of Granoleon but I was so talented to be imprisoned in the ordinary fashion. Tasting the humid of the vaults had taught me one thing, though. That I was dancing on the knife’s edge. I had to find a way to erase my past as a crook. So I withdrew to Corrington to spend some time off Granoleon but a crook is a crook wherever he goes and I returned to my beloved Granoleon. Changing location didn’t help but changing identity could. It wasn’t an age of communication or information and money could buy you one. But it entailed another obstacle. I had to leave Oleon because my history would sooner or later reveal the real me. Desperate to find a solution, I lingered on. Until I heard about the news of the recently discovered lands to the East, which meant that Oleon needed men to put into the Blue Coats. I had an epiphany the moment one of my crook friends mocked about it. If I could enroll as a false persona, I could leave my past behind and could visit Granoleon every once in a while. Better than nothing, I thought. I was now a defender of justice and order, and of course of His Majesty! What a world, I thought to myself, as I headed to the Bluecoats’ headquarter where I would receive proper training. Two months later, we were summoned to serve in our first mission to the East and I found myself in the swinging lazaret of one of the warships owned by His Majesty King Philip I. Born as the son of a poor peasant in the inner land, I had no idea about the cliche of voyages: Mal de Mer, or nausea as we ordinary folks called it. I must have spent two weeks lying sick on my hammock. We headed to the East and I was clearly not used to this type of climate. So my time in the lazaret extended. One night, I was chatting with the guys lying comfortably on my hammock when I heard the ground beneath my feet break. The ground, no, it was the deck that tore like a sandwich. It was a stormy night but we had seen worse days aboard. That’s why nobody worried about it. There must have been something else. But neither I nor other guys would ever have the opportunity to satisfy our curiosities. My mind blew when I felt the cold, dark water surrounding me. The only light was that of the exploding gunpowder. And it was a bad guide to follow. I barely made it onto a boat which seemed to come out of nowhere. I spent two days on the Terraversa Sea without the faintest idea about how to survive. I was thinking over and over again about how misfortunate a Bluecoat could ever get on his maiden voyage. At the end of the second day, I was thirsty to death but there came rain. Could it be an omen of good fortune? I had sank into such philosophical thoughts on my boat when I noticed an island on the horizon. Yes, the answer to my question arrived spontaneously. It was good fortune for sure. The rain, the island… But there came the storm again, swinging my small boat like a nutshell until it crashed onto the rocks off the island. Luckily, I was able to jump off the boat before it hit the rocks but the current was so strong to resist that I let myself go with the flow. And it brought me to the next ill-fated phase of my story, by the end of which all my life would change for good. It was obvious that I had stranded on the wrong beach… 02 by Mengish, on Flickr 06 by Mengish, on Flickr 03 by Mengish, on Flickr 08 by Mengish, on Flickr 09 by Mengish, on Flickr 05 by Mengish, on Flickr 07 by Mengish, on Flickr 04 by Mengish, on Flickr 10 by Mengish, on Flickr 01 by Mengish, on Flickr

I've been watching how all this concept grows and I should say, they will end up with a whole integrated town worth watching and admiring! Great job...

Great MOC as always Soccerkid. And there we see your sigfig in person !!

Glad you like it! Thank you. Thank you both for your nice comments on my photography!! As an enthusiastic photographer & MOC'er, they are very encouraging!

The green and olive green roof makes this design interestingly lovely!!! Congratulations...

Thank you, Mpyromaxos!!

Thanks for your nice comments. I'll introduce myself in a separate topic to Avalonia. Thanks, Mate!! Thanks a lot! I love MOCs with stories so there almost always a story accompanying my MOCs. And this whole GOH is about stories and story tellers, not? Thank you! In fact, he has survived!!! He is me :-) I mean, I will start my life in Avalonia as a poor peasant so this MOC will be my starting point. Thank you for the warm welcome! Nice to meet you all!!!!

Hi there, this is my first MOC into the Guilds of Historica. Hope you enjoy! There didn’t use to be much to stir the naive minds of the villagers in Avalonia in those good old days. But when a single piece of news appeared out of nowhere, it spread everywhere in the speed of light. So, it wasn’t surprising to witness a crowd of villagers and pigs standing before the town hall since everyone had been talking about the sacrificial pig demanded by the high priest a few days ago. To add some spice into this honour, it was announced that the owner of the pig would be paid a generous sum in return of his favour. The high priest, himself, was almost a myth as he had hardly ever paid a visit to the town. He resided in his hut in the forest and visited the town to preside over rituals which were not that frequent in this poor region of Avalonia. Everbody thought that it would be a random selection by the guards and that it wouldn’t last long but it was almost two hours since they had arrived and there was no official selection yet. There was no one they could ask, either. Some of the villagers, impatient and suspicious, left the town hall. But there were a bunch of witty villagers and pigs waiting patiently. “I will be selling my pig for a good price and I will also be honoured by the high priest, and thus, by the gods. I will be enjoying the best of both worlds.” So thought most of them. At last, two guards approached the crowd and pointed at one of the villagers. There he was: The lucky villager with his ignorant pig standing by him. He was possessed by the price and by the honour awaiting him. The journey took a couple of hours into the forest since there was no proper road to take but pathways covered with lush vegetation. Accompanied by two guards, the villager almost ran all the way to the tomb of the late chieftain who had passed away some decades ago. The villager had heard of it a lot but never saw it himself. The tomb was rising on rocks and presented an impressive sight for the poor villager who had never been out of his town in his life. He was so impressed that he couldn’t notice the old, ruined cemetery he was walking by. 1 by Mengish, on Flickr Determined and proud, the villager marched on. 2 by Mengish, on Flickr But he suddenly woke up from his dream when he heard a sinister whish. He looked aside to see what it was and saw it: a ghost. He was murmuring something meaningless to the villager. “You know, we can’t go back, can’t go back…” he whispered on and on… 3 by Mengish, on Flickr 4 by Mengish, on Flickr Terrified to death by the sight of the ghost, he wanted to run but was reassured by the guards that it meant no harm to the living. So he walked on. But during this personal chaos he went through, his pig had run to taste the delicious weeds. Now, he could vent his anger on his pig. He hurried after the pig before he fled too far. And witnessed something that opened his eyes to the whole story in which he was the sacrifice, not the owner of the sacrifice. 5 by Mengish, on Flickr 6 by Mengish, on Flickr 7 by Mengish, on Flickr 8 by Mengish, on Flickr 9 by Mengish, on Flickr 10 by Mengish, on Flickr 11 by Mengish, on Flickr 12 by Mengish, on Flickr 13 by Mengish, on Flickr 14 by Mengish, on Flickr 15 by Mengish, on Flickr

Yes, this is one perfect MOC that deserves praise not only for its atmosphere but also for the great layout. Congratulations!

An intriguing story accompanying a well-crafted design! Congratulations!

Thanks a lot for the inspiring comment, Exetrius!! Thanks a lot Forresto! Now, I have added two extra photos to the original post, showing the interior.