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Licensed Medium Rice Plantation (OKT Prize Mini) Licensed Small Education: A "little" schoolhouse (OKT Prize Mini)

Today marks an important step in spreading the Kingdom of Light to the peoples of El Oleonda. The little outpost of Fort Arltrees continues to grow and has become a little melting pot, like Punto Sur and much of the rest of New Haven. Today, a "little" schoolhouse has opened in Fort Arltrees and the children of El Oleonda can now receive a proper education to set them on their way to participating in the full benefits of the Empire. With their different languages and unique cultures, the citizens of Fort Arltrees will certainly benefit from the most rudimentary of formal educations. The true civilization of this growing hamlet begins today. Just a quick look at the beautifully formed topiaries flanking the walkway illustrates the benefits of the King's Grace, of education, and of the Grace of the Crown. Oktoberfest mini-build prize small education build licensed in Fort Arltrees.

Down South in New Haven, on the island of El Oleonda is the little outpost of Fort Arltrees. In the wake of the battle for El Oleonda, "Lieutenant Dubois, the local governor, had initially some doubts about allowing the Lotii refugees to permanently settle in Fort Arltrees... but, after all, that had never been his own war, nor a war of his nation. If they wanted -or needed- a new start, as the other colonists, they would've been welcome." And thus the little town began to grow as a place where those from without could come within to enjoy the King's Peace and all the true civilization had to offer. Shortly there after, the hamlet became known for a special beverage, and the "Vin de riz" brewery was established. New Haven's residents had developed quite a reputation across the Brick Seas as had been so clearly demonstrated with the recent month long Punto Sur Oktoberfest Celebration. Well as the unique beverage has grown in popularity and Lotii refugees continue to seek all that the Empire has to offer, it was no surprise when a the Lotii's traditional system for cultivating rice arrived in Fort Arltrees. As it turns out, these odd specimens build up earthen walls that dam up creeks that would otherwise flow down the hills of El Oleonda. These earthen walls form flat tiers that step down the hillside and then each tier is flooded with water. Through this fascinating technique, the Lotii turn the otherwise steep slopes, poorly suited for more common crops, into muddy pools that are remarkably suited for the little rice plant. Though this medium plantation is not directly affiliated with the brewery, there has certainly been no shortage of demand for the rice being produced in the developing little settlement.

New recruits of the Garde de Grenadiers du 1er Régiment (1st Regt Grenadier Guards) conducting marksmanship training. No expense is being spared by the crown in ensuring that all the Empire's loyal troops will head into battle prepared. Even General Latrobe of the Astrapi defenses has come out on this fine day to enjoy some good ole' army training. The beaches just outside of Astrapi provide and excellent spot to train the new recruits. The breeze rolling in, the waves lapping at the coastline, the wide open sea to ensure no stray rounds cause any trouble. Although, the General was curious as to where the young officer in charge had found the afternoon's targets. "Train like you fight, General!" appeared to be a satisfactory response for the General. "Train like you fight indeed!" he said pulling his mount back towards the town, "Well then, carry on Gentlemen, carry on" Recruiting and training continue around the clock throughout the Empire. Though the council has plans for these brave and eager patriots, they have not yet been disseminated to this level. Certainly, the number of troops raised in Astrapi and their destination should be kept secret from the treacherous red coats.

@Capt Wolf that was a ton of fun and a great idea. Congrats @Corweena, @Professor Thaum, and @Count Vroskri! I appreciate the bonus nod to the fest tent!

Now that I've got a month of this stuff under my belt, I went back and cleaned up this post. All new photos and a few minor improvements on what is my still my favorite digital build so far.

Yes!!!! *slow clap* I love absolutely everything about this!

Fun idea! I'll do 15 Dec.

A lot of attention in all your builds to this being a new settlement, just getting started. You are painting a really great picture with your accompanying stories.

Oh this is awesome, really livening up the town!

also dig the blue. But, my favorite part is realizing that the pillars don't go all the way up to flush because you have accounted for the pillars holding up wooden beams to support the second floor.

Ha! Well played good Sir

In Lavalette, a sight being replicated across the empire.... Riders gallop along country roads to spreading the word, "War with Corrington! All able bodied men are called upon to fulfill their duty to the crown!" Already 60 troops have been assembled in Lavalette to answer the call. The country is prepared... resolute... All felt it was only a matter of time before the treachery of the Red Coats was once again demonstrated. Most accept the news with relief, it was not a matter of "if" only of "when" Oleon will be triumphant! The Red Coats will beg forgiveness for their treacherous... backstabbing... opportunistic... adventurism.

Oh smart idea for the beer

That is genius!

"Pearl white" I've never actually seen a piece in that color but it looked like marble.

The homemade rigging and sails are terrific

This is really good. I think the yellow masonry on top instead of the dark gray is a subtle way to add to the structure. I think between the lighting, the faces, and the story you captured a consistent tone. I like the added layer of the plight of the refugees to the war, adds depth and complexity.

Dean Chadwick Eddington left Jamestown with a chest of gold and a well rounded CV. Having been passed over for the Dean's position in Jamestown that he had worked so hard, written so many papers, gone to so many pretentious lectures, and had smiled so pleasantly for, he was distraught. Then 6 months ago, the letter arrived. Sure, it took him some time to find Punto Sur on the map, but he would finally be "The Dean." Not only the Dean, but the very first Dean of the "Punto Sur Academy of Science." His anxiety that this was a gambit to remove him from the Intelligencia of Jamestown was certainly put at ease when he saw just how much he would be carrying along to finish the construction. "This new facility must be state of the art, and massive" he'd thought boarding the ship. And now, almost 6 months to the day since arriving in Punto Sur, he finally realized what his Professor of Chemistry had meant when he offered, "An opportunity to demonstrate the practical applications of chemistry as part of Oktoberfest." Dean Eddington was not amused. Indeed the facility was massive, though "state of the art" may be a stretch. Regardless, apparently the "practical application of chemistry" was to convert "an academy of disciplined research methodology" into "some kind of public house!" This was egregious! Such low brow entertainment... indeed it looked as if fisticuffs may break out amongst the Oleon and Corrington Soldiers, who were already trampling the front lawn, at any moment. Returning back into his sanctuary, Dean Eddington found that not a student or faculty member was at work with the exception of a small adult education session. "Well thank goodness" the Dean sighed as he began to observe the lesson. Then only to realize the gentlemen in the black suit, who had refused to remove his hat indoors, kept making a mockery of the lesson by attempting to grasp his quill with his hooked appendage. Pushing beyond this distraction, the Dean finally realized that in fact the session was a crudely thrown together introduction to brewing and that at least the gentlemen in black and his lady companion were drunk at their desks. Returning briefly outside to see the situation had gotten no better, Dean of the Punto Sur Academy of Science, Professor Chadwick R. Eddington II went back to his office, shut the door and muttered to himself, "I hate this place." Licensed as a large educational build in Punto Sur.

"hop teepee" I think the idea is that you can get away with a single pole in the ground for more hops at the cost of more space. I assumed it was an older way of doing it.

Gabriel Dupont had done well for himself in Breshaun's booming silver industry. "Vertical Integration Boys!" he chirped as the three horses plodded westward up the hills. The three were heading up the Zuesrun. Felix and Hector had not done as well in the silver industry, breaking their backs in the mines for barely enough to get by. About 15 miles up the river, Garbiel called at halt at the top of a cliff. "We'll stop here" Gabriel said. "Good thing too, out of anything to talk on" snipped Hector. It would take the three days just to carve and build a treacherous paths to wind down the cliff to the base of the falls. Gabriel, exuding confidence, tapping his forehead with his swagger stick knowingly, jabbering the whole time, explained that by starting at the base of the cliff, they would skip weeks of digging through the rock to get to a reasonable depth. The three worked from sun up sundown, 1 resting and minding the camp, 1 panning the river bed below the falls, and the third cutting a hole into the cliff in hopes of striking a vein of ore. Whenever Felix was on panning duty he would smile. The flowers and the falls... this was downright pleasant. Who cared if they found anything, Gabriel was paying him to look. Also, the benefit of the cliff was that he didn't have to listen to Gabriel run his mouth while he worked. Hector was less enthusiastic. Well, he was, but they all were while on excavation duty. It was dark, it was dank, it was cold, but also sweaty. But hey, at least you didn't have to listen to Gabriel explaining his plan to own the entire process from the mine to the storefront. "Vertical Integration Boys!" -Gabriel "Vertical Integration my boot in your bright yellow...." -Hector -Mining claim near Breshaun on La Bellan. Edit: Blackened with coal dust, but beaming with pride and satisfaction, Gabriel brings samples back to Breshaun while Hector and Felix begin expanding the coal vein. -------------------- Shipmates, I had big plans before understanding how most of this EGS works. Also, we spent the week in quarantine (everybody is fine) so don't worry, I won't be able to keep up this pace. That said, I hope I am making them worth your while to take a look at. I gotta say, I am so impressed by the detail and style you all put into these builds. Most of you are building things analogue that are just nuts. Thanks for letting me play Legos with you guys!

@MesabiAt first, I thought all the OKT stuff didn't count against my count at all. Then I thought that once sold to they didn't count against my 4. So... "hooray, what a great way to jump start into this universe!" After a long conversation with a very patient @Capt Wolf and @Ayrlego I now understand a bit of what is actually going on here and they helped me figure out a plan and fix all my jacked up licenses. My fam has actually been in quarentine for the past week (all fine, no real worry) so in addition to nerding out and really thinking this is fun, I've had all kinds of free time and literally nothing else to do with a lot of it. This little community is GREAT, so many talented folks, I'm clearly enjoying it. Conscious that I've been jamming up the forum, I promise this frequency won't last. Thanks to the team that runs the admin side!

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Licensing as a large factory.

At the height of Oktoberfest, things sometimes can get... a little out of hand. It is unclear if this was a "pirate raid" or "fest shenanigans," but in either case the damage was light, easily repaired, and all involved were drunk. Right after the fest tents cleared out for the night, a mob/band/party of sailors/fest goers passed the brewery on their way home. Deciding that in fact, they had not had enough to drink, they broke in and helped themselves. Morning found them still hard at work trying to drink the place dry. Yes, the normally tranquil factory, using the rich soil along the creek to grow their own hops, a picturesque place to work. Normally, alive with clockwork precision, particularly gearing up towards the high demand of fest season. The factory had been at max capacity for weeks, filling the racks with kegs for the Punto Sur festivities. But, tor the last 24 hours has been more like the fest tents on the tail end than the brewery on the front one. One report included drunken sailors trying to "cut out the middle men" and gorging themselves off half-ripe hops, straight off the vine... probably the best thing for them, they had probably had enough by that point anyway. Luckily, it appears that the most substantial costs of the whole event was the astonishing cut to the breweries inventory. The owners have claimed that even accounting for what was clearly spilled, the amount of beer consumed by the wayward sailors was, "absurd!" Though the demand is certainly high enough for their product, this temporary transfer of ownership has prompted the owner to consider selling this money maker to set up shop in a line of work with less on the job hazards.