Keymonus

Great rockwork and great use of vegetation! Your writing is very nice, and the idea of evicting a demon from the island fits a lot with your character! Keep it up!

Thank you, I tried my best with architecture and I'm glad you appreciate it! I only referred to those half-heretic self-made preachers… I would prefer not to become the main host in a barbecue! Thank you! Probably the doctor heard About the clap board: I built two stairway-like structures using 2x1 plates and then connected them using 1x4 tiles. Then, I attacked a hinge (pieces 3937-3938) to the base of the structure (the last tile from above) and moved it to the right angle Thank you! I liked the idea of self-made preachers announcing the end of the World, something usual at the time during epidemics, earthquakes and other disasters! Thank you! I think this is one of my best builds up to now, and I'm happy you like it!

Cool build, it's nice seeing Corrington introducing ranks and medals too! Great idea and nice minifig choice and posing!

I like the idea of a concealed battery, and the execution is very nice! I like both wall texture and minifig posing. It's a little fortification, but probably it could hurt a lot!

I missed this build when you published it, but this is great! It's incredible how many details you included in a 32x32 (plus garden) build. The best touch is the blackboard with white lines, but also kitchen and garden are remarkable! I don't know why, I'm not elated by the idea of Corries learning how to use a cannon since childwood, but probably it's only because I'm a narrow-minded Oleander!

Nice lighthouse! I like your use of vegetation, and the lantern is simple but great. PS Do not include too much rhum in the supplies, a sad keeper is better than a drunk one!

Part 1 île D'Or, August 618, Fatu Hiva "Our birdie is turning left again. No doubt anymore, he is following us since the fishing point." "I'm sure I can nab him, monsieur. Alive, if you prefer, or with a second smile in his throat!" "Thank you, Klein Hans, this is the right mood... but we won't need your knife today. I'm quite sure that man would not sing even if we caught him, they would have never left in Fatu Hiva someone who would betray them." "The question is, mon ami, who are they?" Replied Doctor Laurent "What do we know about them?" "At least our red headed friend is Halosian. Oleander, or he would have been noticed. Their modus operandi, spreading panic with allucinations, is strange... I think they are not common pirates or smugglers, but they are cruel enough to kill innocent natives and pioneers..." Said Tristan, toughtful. "And they are dangerous, very dangerous! They routed a company of RNTC marines without even using firearms: our soldiers' wounds were inflicted with daggers or swords, probably during a close meele combat not far from Fatu Hiva." Continued Doctor Laurent "That means they have patrols or figthing groups right outside the city. They are sieging us and we didn't even understand it!" "But why? Without any clue about their aims we can't fight them! Meanwhile panic is spreading in Fatu Hiva... Two-bit preachers are proliferating in the city, saying the Gods are punishing inhabitants for their sins: if we don't change the situation people will begin to leave!" "This could be their aim." "I think you are right, mon ami. Watch that crowd: people are frightened, and the militiamen keeping them under watch seem tense too. But still we can't do anything, unless..." "Unless what?" "I'll explain it when I'll shape my idea a little better. For now it's better going for supplies to the general store... The petit oiseau following us will gather information and tweet his masters that we'll leave for the jungle in a couple of days." "And what will we do in truth? "We'll leave for the jungle in a couple of days!" "But we'll be walking straight into a mousetrap!" "Don't you know, mon ami, that Oleander mice have lion's fangs?" The general store The house upstairs Additional photos Overall view: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first entry for cat.B, the story will more canonically continue in the jungle. With a 32x32 footprint, the store and the tavern it is licensable as medium commerce (I won't do it, Fatu Hiva can license it if needed)

Nice little ship, great details and clever use of parts! Your water is very realistic and I like the overall result but, as Bregir said, it would be nice to see somebody on board... or black magic will be added by our enemies to the list of (obviously fake and imaginary ) crimes of Hades’ priests!

It’s nice to have another source of information in the brick seas! Great description of current AMRCAs!

As I already said, great idea for an AMRCA! I don’t know how to practically lend you my soldiers, they are already deployed in Astrapi and I’ll post here a little build showing them

My entries: Cat A: Jurancàn's fishing point Cat B part 1: Un petit oiseau Cat B part 2: Blades in the dark Cat B part 3: Following the trail Cat C: The last battle

Juracàn's fishing point - Small Commerce

Thank you all for your feedback! The build ready at least a week ago, but I was too busy for the writing... part 2 will follow soon! @Ross Fisher Thank you! Studying medical biotechnology is useful to describe a mass poisoning! I also considered Belladonna but then I decided that storywise having survivors was a little better! @Professor Thaum Thank you! I took inspiration from a famous photo with pole fishers in Sri Lanka. @Bregir As already told you, I’m sorry my build is quite similar to yours, I built it before seeing yours but the theme and some building solutions are the same! Probably it’s because smoked fish is a classic Fatuhivan delicacy...

Thank you all for the feedback! Probably this is my last build about silver, but I like the idea of the mint. I agree about the roof of the furnace, it looks a little unfinished, but the tiled version looked worse and was less stable. I will also keep in mind the road/wall transition, in the physical version looks well, but in photos, from certain angles, it fades completely!

île D'Or, August 618, somewhere outside Fatu Hiva "Why are we here, monsieur Rimbaud?" Asked Marcel Laurent, one of the members of the little group. "I mean... not on the island but here, in this fishery." Marcel, a physician arrived in Astrapi only a couple of years before, was one of the members of the little group. He had spent most of his career in the navy, travelling around the world... nobody was really surprised when he asked joining the expedition. "We have at least two good reasons, mon ami." Answered Tristan Rimaud, leader of the team. "First, I was said Juracàn's tribe was one of the last that arrived in Fatu Hiva, so we can obtain some fresh news. Second, and even more important... don't you like smoked fish?". Meanwhile, in precarious balance on a wooden pole, a native was fishing with his spear and an Halosian was -well...- trying something similar. Soldiers watched them with interest. "Welcome to my fishing point, my lords. The humble Jurancàn wishes he could satisfy you. Are you interested in buying some smoked fish, or maybe you need a barrel of salted cod? We have just found a giant whelk, trust me, a delicacy as you never tasted. We also have crabs and, under the palm, a bucket of wonderful lobsters, I've just caught them myself, I can show them you if you are interested." Finally the flood of words stopped, with great relief of the others. "Thank you, cacique, you are too polite with these men" Replied Tristan, using one of the habitual formulas so appreciated by the natives. "My warriors and I are beginning a journey, so we'll buy both smoked and salted fish, and for this reason we also ask you the courtesy of some pieces of information." "Juracàn would be pleased to be useful, my lords. Are you leaving the island? Juracàn knows all the reefs and sandbanks of the western coast." "I'm sorry you misunderstood, great cacique. We are not leaving the island. I'm going straight into the jungle to hunt whoever is attacking natives and colonists." Here they are. Juracàn seemed a brave man, but most natives were litterally frightened, and was impossible to obtain anything more than a superstitious stutter. "The jungle, my lords? No, no, avoid the jungle! Bad ghosts live there! Live there and kill! They have always hated the men coming from sea, both my people and yours, but now their thirst of human blood increased! Nobody is safe far from the town!" Not very encouraging, but still better then a useless sobbing. "I do not fear bad ghosts, cachique. I will hunt them with my brave warriors, and free both my people and yours from their menace!" Brave warriors... strange definition for his volounteers, an half of which was in jail only a week before: tough and resolute men, but not the ones you imagine on a white horse! "Don't go, my lord, don't go please! Once the forest ghost were not so evil... sometimes they took seamen's life with snake bites or accidents, but not many more than our benign sea gods. But five summers ago something happened: shadows left the jungle and slaughtered brave warriors during the night, and many saw monsters and apparitions. Things went worse and worse, and we decided to leave our fathers' land. Don't go into the jungle, sir, or they will curse you! Somethimes the ones who saw bad ghosts became ill: they had seizures and shivers, and red stains appeared on their skins! Some of them died, and the hands of others became black and contracted..." "Le pain maudit!" -the cursed bread- exclaimed Marcel Laurent. "What are you talking about, my friend?" "All the symptoms are loudly saying ergotism! I've seen this disease when I was a young country doctor in Northern Oleon. Somethimes rye develops strange brown horns, and who eats rye bread becomes ill and sometimes sees or ears strange things. It would also explain the sudden maddness of our soldier... some ergot in the water and a masked attacker would completely frighten anybody!" "But, since the natives do not cultivate... Juracàn, great cacique, there aren't bad ghosts in the forest, but evil men who killed and poisoned your people! Somebody Who is trying to put fear in our hearts! I swear that I'll find them and I will kill them to avenge your warriors and our soldiers." "Monsieurs, cacique, sorry to interrupt you." Whispered a soldier. "We are not alone." Some more photos Salted fish Smoked fish The "wonderful lobsters" An overall view

Gunpowder, a practical tool to purify pagan things! Your form-like storytelling is great and very innovative, keep it up!

Great mine Bart! Even the outer part alone would be a nice build, but your complete diorama is a real masterpiece, maybe not fully realistic, but surely very lively and complex, it seems even larger than it actually is!

Thank you all! As usual I spent a lot of time in minifig posing, but this time I focused a little more on terrain and architecture. @Roadmonkeytj Thank you for your comment! To be honest I myself borrowed the roof of the white building from somewhere, even if I can not remember where!

Nice little port and great minifig posing! Your build is very lively, it reminds me classic port illustrations of pirate stories! Keep it up!

The foundry- Medium Factory- License active Astrapi marketplace- Medium Commerce- License active

Astrapi, August 618, halfway between the city and the mine "Good morning monsieur Duchamp, I am honored by your presence here. As you can see, the foundry is now fully operative, and we estimate the costs will be completely refunded in a couple of months". "The honor is mine, director, you've done an admirable work!" Replied Renè Duchamp. Director's prediction was a bit too optimistic, but how to blame his enthusiasm? They had been just a step before complete failure, the investors were discouraged and only his own reassurance to creditors, Tristan's perseverance and the director's skills saved House Rimbaud's investment on Astrapi silver. Everything about that damned silver has resulted harder than expected, with the ore in an impervious area, water infiltrations in the tunnels, the employment of an half of the labour force in the construction of the Arsenal and, last but not least, copper in the silver veins, just enough to make conventional smelting process almost useless. "As you can see, we are receiving in this very moment some partially refined silver from the mine... it is smelted there, but that doesn't remove copper. The cargos are delivered to the pier using small boats or bigger barges" "What are those men doing?" Asked Duchamp, curious. "They are numbering and date-stamping the barrels. Since their content comes from the same area of the mine, we will assay only some of them for copper amount, and mixing them up wouldbe a problem" "And here you can see the beast -continued the director- the heart of the foundry. This is our cupellation furnace, eating coal and pooping fine silver... I am sorry sir, forgive my rudeness." "No problem, Director, it is no trouble at all. Please, go on: how does your famous furnace work?" "How I was saying, sir, it is a cupellation furnace, not a great innovation, but the first one in the New Worl; as the name suggests, it contains one or more "cups", bowls of calcareus sand. The smelted silver from the mine is loaded in the furnace together with a calculated amount of lead. When the metal melts, we open the hatch, and the strong air flow oxidise lead to litharge, that sinks through silver and is absorbed by the sand, dragging copper away. Copper oxidises too, but without the lead movement it would remain mixed with silver." "Lead... that's why you need so much lead! It's not easy bring it to the foundry!" "I know, monsieur, and for this reason we have a good stock of both lead and coal. My men are bringing lead ingots inside the warehouse, a hard job, I do not envy them at all" "There we also store the barrels of raw silver, ready for refination" "Please, monsieur, come with me in the building behind us. As you can see there are a little furnace, used to assay raw silver, and what's needed to verify weight and size of silver ingots and to mark them." "Good morning guys. Thank you for the tour, Director. I only have a question: what is that yellow powderon the table?" "An easy question, monsieur. It is solid litharge, that is lead oxide. We usually sell some of it to local painters, who use it as yellow pigment." The facade of the building An overall view

Your work is impressive! I had missed the previous photos, and both the little scene and the overall build are great!

I haven't published it yet, and, even if the theme is more or less the same (my indians are smoking fish), the builds are very different. I only didn't want you to think that I copied your own work, since I will publish after your build another buid with natives fishing!

I like the idea of depicting tales and rumors in small vignettes, and your chairs are great! Good job!

Great build! The palm leaves covered hut and the totem are very nice. I'm sorry it's very similar to what I built for the challenge (natives smoking fish, baskets of lobsters and crabs, a native fishing), but I think they are quite different all the same… probably it's true that great minds think alike I've just noticed the hidden monkey… funny detail!