Sir Kingston

To BoBS- I thoroughly appreciate this community and by no means am I leaving the community entirely, but for personal reasons I felt that I needed to take a step back. (i.e. even if that means reading the Corrington PM and new topics on occasion) Corrington Rules the Waves!

Sorry for the late response, I think I'll go with the 2nd Colonial Lancers. (I'll also get some alternate photos that better display their uniforms)

The WTC is doing what it does best- profiteering!

I agree with @Brickwolf, definitely a good move!

I also support all of these ideas, as a more casual gameplay would definitely help with retention of players. I know that I won’t be able to match the scale and amount of builds others make; nor will I make a build for every event. A major flaw I feel with the system is the number of countries compared to the number of actually active players. While creating your own personalized state and armed forces is great, this also puts more demand on individual players/teams. The effect is that every state has a less developed identity/military/storyline due to the limitations in number of builds (one player can only do so much). I feel that the vast scope of the world that is attempting to be captured falls short frequently, and it’s not the players’ fault but the lack of them. Short Answer- Good Ideas

@Bregir The next steps in the Terraversian situation/Ricketts have much to do with NPC reactions and the success of his story; I think this warrants GM input.

Guardian Angel The past few days in Nola Mar were far from bright, and evidence of the incessant showers had muddied the city's streets. Ricketts knew that Cooke could be in any alleyway, wagon, prison, or mound of dirt; and there was little he do about that. However, with every day, it was increasingly more obvious that something was amiss. Be it the armed columns in the streets, or the distinct lack of proofing marks on the lockplates of their arms. Something had rocked the boat in this town, and Ricketts was going to find out... After sleeping off a bit of rum, Ricketts descended from his loft, and stepped into the kitchen. He wasn't much in the mood for preparing food and instead opted for some evening tea. He figured that a small meal from the local pub and some catching up on the local rumours would be in order anyways. After taking his freshly dried stocking off the mantle of the fireplace, he proceeded to buckle his well-worn shoes. Once more, he stepped out from the doorway, latching the door behind him. The jolly laughter from the street's nightlife was already in full swing. He walked towards the main avenue, the hobnails of his shoes joining the chorus of the foot traffic. Surprisingly, he found Mr. Johnstone (the logistical officer dispatched ahead of Ricketts' arrival who had established the safehouse), briskly approaching him, umbrella not far behind. "Aye, you'd best hear this, we're already hours behind." "Let's hear it then", replied Ricketts. "As I was entering the market, all the talk was about a foreign spy or an officer dressed in the red of Corrington, who had just left the prison at gunpoint by local militia. I also heard that he was to meet Archduke Oldis in King's Port!" "Do we know for certain this is Cooke, Mr. Johnstone? "Indeed, I was similarly skeptical and went after the crowd. I saw him, it was most certainly him." Looking ever more exasperated by the minute, Ricketts cursed and furrowed his brow, "This... This is diplomatic nightmare.." Johnstone shared his frustration, "I agree, this is a most undesirable situation." "Now that we know where Cooke is, we must act quickly- while we still can. They've forced our hand, but not without revealing their cards. You will go to shore party at the docks in the cover of darkness and deliver my message to the lieutenant." "And you? Command may not authorize the risk of destabilizing the situation further..." "I'll be in King's Port by then, I don't know who or what is causing this internal shatterbelt, but Cooke is under lock and key somewhere. I was sent to locate and protect him, and we've allowed this go on for far too long." To Whom it May Concern, Cooke is on the move, at gunpoint of local forces. Clear signs of foreign military influence, unsure of national origin. I will travel to King's Port, where it is said that he will meet with Archduke Oldis. If possible, immediate diplomatic pressure recommended, I do not yet know if an escape attempt is achievable, and I cannot assure Cooke's safety in the hands of the Terraversians. -Ricketts "You were tasked as his guardian angel then?" Johnstone mused. "Precisely"

It does appear so... Lively vignette all the same!

Wouldn't be out of character...

Beautiful cavalry! I especially appreciate the black/red combination in the likeness of the Colours!

Thanks, I consider this to be more of a transitional build for myself, as the overall quality leaves much to be desired in certain aspects. However, I do hope that future builds will represent an enhancement in appearance and detail. The blue pants (while they weren’t exclusive to officers) are inspired by the Royal Marines’ winter service wool navy trousers.

The terrain gradient is expressed very well, and of course the missile deployment vehicle is a nice centerpiece.

I agree with the others, the process is well explained and shown in the build!

Nice gallows! I like the reference towards Norrington from PotC!

Looking forward to it!

On a particularly hot evening, Ricketts clambered into HMS Greyhound's launch; the waters were calm and the soft glow of the moon sparkled along mild crests of the waves. Even without the usual compliment of marines, he still found himself rather impaired on map space, much to the annoyance of the sailors. This was the least of his concerns, however. Aside from the immense responsibility of locating one of Her Majesty's most trusted officers, his attention was interrupted by the unpleasant regurgitation of last breakfast. Ricketts had a particular distaste for sea travel and therefore seldom stepped foot on vessels. This wasn't a problem in his previous line of work... "Sir, are you certain you go on without additional rations?" the midshipman asked. "By God Mr. Taylor, the last thing I wish to think about is rations!" As the shore steadily grew closer, there was a degree of apprehension among the occupants of the boat. Unsurprisingly, the approach to shore was a quiet one. The crew set a large crate on the shore as Ricketts stepped out on land once more. "Your piece sir", handing off to Ricketts a pistol. "And yours sir ", revealing the midshipman's firelock from his overcoat. Faint snickers emanated from the oarsmen, as the junior officer received his pistol. And with that, he was alone- the launch swiftly disappearing into the darkness of the sea. Adamant on getting off the beach and into a suitable place of safety, he carried along with his crate in one hand and firelock in the other. After all, Nola Mar was merely a half mile to the south.

Thank you! I think you meant protecting her majesty's interests? Thanks, I'm glad they have their intended effect!

This was one’s definitely a throwback to the classics! I like the way you created cross beams for the crane

I agree with Capt Wolf, very peaceful scene!

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!

Beautiful work, love the colour combinations (dark tan looks great!), and like last time, the base really completes the builds!

Lieutenant Erik Worth, Refnor High Mobility Assault Group (HMAG) Refnor is a crescent-shaped elongated state, and this fact heavily defines the culture and policies of the nation. With the shared land borders comes ease of trade between neighboring nations, and the deep water ports facilitate international shipping and commerce. However, the same blessings that allow prosperous trade, also poses a headache for the security of the nation. Almost all of their landmass borders the sea or another country, which for a small country such as Refnor, is far too wide a front to defend. This is the main motivation for polices of neutrality and diplomacy implemented by Refnor. Supranational organizations are essential to Refnor’s survival, and is therefore a strong supporter of the Brick of Nations. In addition to diplomacy, Refnor conforms to a policy of ‘armed neutrality’ which not only keeps the military modernized, but deters possible aggressors. They maintain a comparatively small, but professional army which can be called up for national defense or peacekeeping. In a state of great instability, the Home Defense Corps (HDC) can be pressed into active service, but can only operate within its own borders.

To clear things up, my email address was suddenly flooded with hundreds of advertisements, to the point it was unusable, so I created an alternate account. The issue was resolved however, and negated the necessity of the second account. Sorry!

Thanks, that clears it up!