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Metal! I dig it. Something about horses, no doubt

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And there we have it... a BIG THANK YOU to everyone who participated in the first challenge! Voting will take place from the 8th to the 15th of April.(UTC -11:00) Voting is open to all Eurobrick members whose account has existed for prior to February 2024 Voters, please post your first and second choice for both categories as follows: The Submissions Click here for a pictorial version of this index. Category A Build an MOC to show what's happening in the New Haven Seas - no explanation of what caused the events is necessary (although, you may specify or speculate)... Just show us what is actually happening! Either sea or land-based builds are permitted, but they must take place within the New Haven Sea zones. 32x32 is the maximum size. Storm Chasers | COR | @Bricksbypidy Kraken Attack | COR | @Bricksbypidy Sailing to the New Haven Sea | SR | @NOD Something's Cooking! | SR | @Professor Thaum Finis Dierum | OL | @Keymonus Strange Weather | COR | @LM71Blackbird Sunken Ship | COR | @lmcpicture Something Smells Fishy | SR | @SevenDeadlyStreamers The Enchanted Forests of Avestia | COR | @Brickwolf Category B This is a story category - get us immersed in your characters, the strange occurrences in the New Haven sea, and make us excited to discover what happens next! In this category you must introduce us to your figs (either your main character, secondary characters, or completely new ones!) - you can achieve this however you like, from pictures of your minifigs on a plate, to a dedicated MOC or hero shots! - and 2+ builds telling your story! The Orders & The Questers & A New Adventure | SR | @Professor Thaum Ironhook the Third and Sharktooth Tower | @MightyThorngren The Conclusion | SR | @Fraunces Something about the butcher's cat | COR | @Bregir Killing the Competition | COR | @Brickwolf EDIT BY PROFESSOR THAUM : For me that stands to reason but I will clarify a point... -> as there is something more than only virtual in-game rewards for this challenge, any self voting will be cancelled. Thank you for voting! Missed this challenge but still want to participate? GREAT NEWS! There are two more challenges coming soon! For regular updates follow Brethren of the Bricks Seas on: Instagram Discord The Classic-Pirates.com blog

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Challenge 1's deadline for submissions has been extended by a week. New deadline is Sunday April 7th!

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Challenge 1's deadline for submissions has been extended by a week. New deadline is Sunday April 7th! Please do! And the deadline for challenge 1 s extended to Sunday the 7th!

Mayhaps we should just get some fans together, decide on a sub theme, and make some sets for a fictional wave. If the entire wave landed around 400 bucks across a ship, an island, and some smaller kits, totalling a similar part count... I may have to do something. A 'Design your own pirate wave competition'... I do like the Riverside kit and seige camp a lot. The train is neat too for the western folks.

This would simply break up the coalition. Eslandola gets a new ally and an exclusive new market in turmoil, reactionary Oleon retains its ally and the status quo, the Searats get a new settlement(when they inevitably kidnap the Lotii governor🤣, but what about Corrington? Also, they could let the WTC off the leash too for more fun.

Or better yet, the desperate Lotii governor could hire madrician pirates as mercenaries(Sea Rats) to hold the last settlement (Orient?) on the island alongside diehard Lotii and the Monumoto contingent.

@Justsomebrix, okay so how's this for a narrative; The Lotus Empire begins to suffer massive upheavals and desertions across it's holdings as a result of the prophecy. The small kingdom of Peri, seizes this oppertunity to throw off Lotii oppression. On Oleonda, the seizable Periese contingent, disgusted with the Lotus empire's performance opens ovetures toward the Coalition on their own. These are turned away by Oleon and Corrington but Eslandola makes terms with them, promissing to lend assistance with an expeditionary force to Peri to back the result. This is seen as a violation of the terms to 'not make independant peace terms with the Lotii. Oleon and Carno, alarmed by this developement and never truley wishing to share the island, begin fortifying the government district of Seawatch and barring access to it for Corrington and Eslandola and hiring Sea Rats to seize the other Lotii settlement and turn it over. Natuarally the Sea Rats keep it or smash it up horribly and leave. Corrington, frustrated with their allies prepares to take it's whole force and leave, breaking the term of keeping 300 troops on the island. This 'should' get everyone mad at everyone?

Great idea! I too was confused by the dirt boat but all was made clear. Way to shore up our alliances ahead of a potential political fallout.

Great idea. Ordering all troops off the island violates the 'Articles of Coalition'. Problem solved there.

Lemme know if I can be of assistance. Been a fan of many tabletops, rpgs, and boardgames for a couple decades. I could be pretty handy with game mechanics.

Very clever! I love it!

Glad to see ya back! Good to see the Doc is making the best of it.

Great stuff @Keymonus. The Priests of Tides seem a bit more sane than some other denominations. Beautiful gazebo! Is it me or should more, if not all of Oleon's state affairs be decided upon in gazebos? @Khorne, Thank you!

Technically no but the world is ending and it could be dismissed as a rumor.

Love ot! Well done!

Nice work! Fine wave effect and little boat!

Chapter III. - The Muscle He couldn't be certain but Madrice had the suspicion that the black sack over his head wasn't part of the typical commissioning protocol for an officer candidate of the Legion Penale. A slight pang of fear itched at him and he desperately needed to relieve himself. Had his ruse been discovered? Under the assumed alias of Remie Archambeau de Lavalette, he had entered the capitol prisons in search of an accomplice for his fledgling opium trade. Two years had passed and the only connections Madrice had made were corpses. Many were minted by his own hand, some were slain in El Oleonda and others still were executed. His mind raced. As far as the jailers were concerned, he was a 'model prisoner' and was heartily encouraged by them to apply for an officer's commission within the Legion Penale. He couldn't help but snicker at this thought. This slip brought him a sharp, wordless kick. As his fabricated sentence was for a minor crime of embezzlement and he had military experience, Madrice's 'Remie' was a perfect fit. Madrice himself, considerably less so. Outside of a penchant for cruelty and violence, he had only ever impersonated military officers. The psychopath's only honest trade had been whaling in the northern waters of Halos but that was several assumed lives ago. Since that time he had made many enemies and some of them were quite powerful figures within Gran Oleon. The thought of these vexed men catching up with him churned his morning's gruel. The con-man was pulled from his ruminations and the fetid cart simultaneously and was being hustled across a well polished stone floor. His surroundings reverberated with the sound of his manacles. Finally some answers were imminent. A moment later the smell of fine food and the clatter of attendant cutlery brought about his old companion, hunger. In his brutal tenure on this earth, he had dined with some of the strangest of people upon the finest of men but he had quite forgotten how enticing the works of Oleon's chefs were and now hunger churned his gruel once more and hammered upon his head. His veil was lifted. These were not the jailers who loaded him upon his carriage, they were tall and formidable grenadier types in a uniform he did not recognize. He was made to kneel before a large table in an otherwise empty sandstone hall. Eyes blurry and dazzled by the sudden imposition of light, he was glancing around instinctively for the nearest means of egress when a low voice drew his attention to its source. A man clad in a black overcoat of a gentleman's cut, trimmed in gold and adorned with military epaulets was casually attending to the salmon mousse before him. Without looking up from his task, this stranger began to address him, or rather, Remie. "Lieutenant Remie Archambeau de Lavalette, plead guilty in December 621ae before Courts Martial to 'Theft of Property in the Absence of a Declaration of War', sentenced to 2 years labor in Gueph, sentence completed-model prisoner." The stranger droned on but all Madrice could think of was how badly he needed to piss. Preferably in this dandy's hat. The thought brought a smirk to his scared face as the stranger continued unabated, "Paroled and petitioned for commission in the Legion Penale in January 624ae." Madrice's eyes finally landed on the only mark of office this man wore, the coat of arms for Godfrey de Tourment, Marechal d'Oleon. Whatever was afoot here, it was coming from the chief of the army's personal lapdog. The 'lapdog' was staring at him impassively, "Remie Archambeau, your petition has been denied." Madrice's gruel churned a third time as the stranger proceeded "I have before me two letters. One rescinds the denial and commissions Remie Archambeau as a Lieutenant d'Auxillie, to be assigned command of a platoon of Legion Penale who have been requisitioned by the Faith for yet another northern venture." A poignant pause accompanied the stranger's piercing stare. "And the other?" Ventured Madrice, his grin fading. Finally blinking, the man in black began to sneer, "The other notifies The Faith that 'Merde the Murderer', born Madrice Mortier, has fallen into the hands of La Grand Armee alive and details where he may be collected". Madrice's mouth went dry and his bladder made a water-closet right where he knelt. Madrice had served Archbishop Francois many years ago before taking his leave without permission. No money in that service. The sadist he was, he naturally enjoyed the work and admired the methods used by Francois but to find himself on the receiving end of them was a recurring nightmare of his. Paying no heed to the puddle forming around his prisoner, the stranger pressed him instead, "Now which of these two letters would you prefer me to send?" Madrice Mortier, the so-called 'Merde the Murderer' struggling with his dry tongue, croaked his answer as fast as he could, lest any delay be mistaken for defiance. ♧... Kneeling leg trick from @Keymonus, @Ross Fisher's character, and some inspiration from @Khorne's builds.

You could segway it into Cat B if it's the same characters?

I can't stop laughing! Great addition!

Thanks! I added them above in an edit

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