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May I also have the Sullustian tag replace my Han Solo?

Here are my Category B and Category C entries for Simon's side of the war.

See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 2.1: Liam's Shop Part 2.2: Upward Trek Part 2.3: Misty Fight Part 2.4: Arrow Training Part 2.5: Weapon Training Part 2.6: Wind-up and Shoot Part 2.7: Stingy Trainer Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot Part 3: A Timely Friend Part 4: For Whom the Bells Toll Part 5: Small Help Part 6: The Map Maker Part 7: An Excuse for Dialogue Part 8: Over the River and Through the Woods Part 9: Beleriand After many days, Wyndor and company made it over the Mitgardian border. The Mitgardian banner was a welcome sight for the travelers who had to be very careful traversing the lands of Avalonia. They saw many Drow patrols and passed many ruined villages along the way. However, they managed to escape any more large scale attacks themselves. The rest of their journey through Mitgardia was uneventful, though Wyndor noticed a slightly haggard look on the faces of the villagers they passed. They arrived in Aalborg on a quiet evening and walked up to the gate of the house of Graham. “Ho there from some weary travelers. We seek shelter for the night!” called out Wyndor. The gatekeeper bumbled out from the guard house muttering under his breathe, obviously upset about having to deal with travelers after the evening torches had already been lit. But when he got to the gate his eyes lit up. “Master Wyndor! It has been an age since you were last home! My how you’ve grown, please come in, come in.” He said as opened the gate and admitted the weary travelers. They were greeted with cries of joy, slaps on the arm, and hugs from the servants who tended the house of Graham. Graham himself came out from his study demanding to know what was disturbing his reading. When he saw his sons he cried out and grabbed them all in a big bear-hug. Wyndor introduced Graham to Valanice and there were tears in his eyes as he greeted his daughter-in-law. He turned to Wyndor, “You have done well my son. Thank you for bringing everyone home safely. I wish Tagaler could be here, but I know there is nothing you could have done to prevent that disaster.” Graham looked away for a moment and then continued, “But come, let us talk of more joyous things!” They talked late into the night laughing at the stories the brothers told of each other on their many adventures since the ice-dragon. Wyndor and Valanice stayed in Aarlborg for a week enjoying the peace life was affording them. The days following that week though, Wyndor woke up each morning thinking about all the unrest he had seen across Historica. He had been in the middle of a war in both Nocturnus and Avalonia and had seen division even in Kaliphlin as they strove to be better than their northern neighbors. He knew that Mitgardia had issues of its own and it seemed to him that it was only a matter of time before war struck his beloved guild. He decided to take the matter up with his father. “You are quiet right my son, war is on our doorstep” began Graham. “Ever since the Jarl went missing there has been a power vacuum in Mitgardia that has not been properly filled. Yes, things seem quiet on the outside here, but there is much turmoil.” “So, if war is inevitable, what can I do to make sure Mitgardia does not falter when our time comes?” asked Wyndor. “Well, I would ask you to help me here in Aarlborg. With all of your experience from traveling throughout Historica you could teach the militia here quite a few things, I’m sure” replied Graham. “I sense a “but” somewhere in there” said Wyndor. “Yes, you would be helpful to me here, but I have another course of action I’m going to recommend to you for two reasons. First, I already have a well-trained militia stationed here in Aarlborg. While you could teach them much more, I’m afraid there are too many other cities in Mitgardia who need your help more than my men do.” “You said there was a 2nd reason, what is it?” asked Wyndor. “It’s funny we should be having this conversation today because the 2nd reason is that I just received a letter from a Pjeter asking about you” said Graham. “Do I know a Pjeter?” asked Wyndor. “It seems you offered him your services if ever he should need them back during the dark time of Victor Revolword” replied Graham. “Ah! Pjeter! Now I remember, he helped me get to Northridge when I first set out on my journey” exclaimed Wynodr. “What is that old dog up to now?” “It seems he has done quite well for himself and has become mayor of the city of Dålig Ulv” answered Graham. “That’s one of the major trade centers for the Wolf Clans just east of Erikson right?” “That’s right,” said Graham. “It has remained a quiet and unassuming city even though many of the goods that get shipped out of Erikson usually pass through Dålig Ulv first. All of the clansmen from the Wolf Clans bring their wares to the city and so do most of the dwarves who mine in the western side of Mt. Mitgard. Pjeter has written asking you to aid him on the city council. There are some changes happening in the city and seems that not all of them are good. He remembers you as being an honest and brave man and wants your help.” “That’s quite the request coming from someone I haven’t seen for such a long time. What do you think Father?” asked Wyndor. “Is this something you think I should pursue? Will I be able to do some good there?” “I would advise you to go to Dålig Ulv” answered Graham. “There will be many opportunities for you to use the skills you have gained as well as to learn some new ones. Who knows? Maybe you will be able to effect some positive change on the western half of our guild.” It was settled. Over the next few days Wyndor and Valanice prepared to move north. Natolyth and Chalin heard about their plans and were none too happy that the brother trio was about to be broken up after so recently being reunited. They announced that they were going to be moving with the couple. Graham was sad to see his family move on so quickly after returning home, but Wyndor was thrilled that he would have the help of his brothers in whatever adventures lie ahead of him. To Be Continued in Chapter 2!

See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 2.1: Liam's Shop Part 2.2: Upward Trek Part 2.3: Misty Fight Part 2.4: Arrow Training Part 2.5: Weapon Training Part 2.6: Wind-up and Shoot Part 2.7: Stingy Trainer Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot Part 3: A Timely Friend Part 4: For Whom the Bells Toll Part 5: Small Help Part 6: The Map Maker Part 7: An Excuse for Dialogue Part 8: Over the River and Through the Woods A few minutes after the sun had gone done the travelers were still walking. They still had about 5 miles to go before they reached Beleriand and were determined to get there that night. Before leaving Kaliphlin, Valanice had written her Uncle to let him know when to expect her and that she was bringing visitors. Riders from the Earl met them on the road just as the last traces of daylight were slipping away. He had grown worried that his niece had not arrived when planned and had sent out some of his men to see if Valanice had run into any trouble. He had heard about the recent Drow attacks all throughout Avalonia and had even had to help some of the neighboring Earl’s deal with some of their own attacks. They road into the Earl’s fortress with a clatter of hooves and the clank of a barred and locked gate behind them. The Earl was there to greet them as they dismounted by the stables. “Uncle Richard!” proclaimed Valanice, “I’m so glad we made it safely!” “Yes, I was quiet worried about you.” responded Richard, “Since you left the situation throughout Avalonia has grown more dangerous than you can imagine. I tried to send riders to meet you at the Kaliphlin border, but something happened to them and I fear the worst for their fate.” “It seems we have much to catch up on, but first, allow me to introduce the three sons of Graham who have escorted me from Kaliphlin: Wyndor, Natolyth, and Chalin” said Valanice. “I have much to thank you for sons of Graham,” stated Richard. “I have no daughters of my own you see, so Valanice is like the daughter I never had. I am very thankful for the protection you have provided her. And now you must rest, I have much to tell my niece.” “Uh, Sir Earl, sir,” Wyndor started to say. “No, there is no need for more words tonight. We will talk more in the morning” responded Richard. With that he whisked Valanice away and motioned for some servants to show the brothers to their room. Valanice looked over her shoulder at Wyndor and mouthed: “We’ll talk later.” Wyndor had no other choice but to follow the servants. When they got to their room Chalin and Natolyth went straight to bed, barely even bothering to take off their boots they were so tired from the battle that morning. Wyndor, on the other hand, stayed up sitting at the window watching the shadows. He could see a corner of a window of the great room where he assumed Richard and Valanice were discussing the events of the past week. Eventually he nodded off. He woke up early the next morning to find Richard standing over his bed. “Let’s go for a walk, you and I,” he told Wyndor. They walked around the inner perimeter of the wall surrounding the manor and a few other buildings that served as the Earl’s estate. “How’s Valanice?” Wyndor asked trying to start some conversation. “She is exhausted from the journey and a late night discussion about why I should let you marry her” Richard responded abruptly. “Well, I was hoping to ask for your permission first, but, well, you see…” Wyndor started. “But real life got in the way” responded Richard. “I do understand how that can happen you know. I’m not one to shoot a crossbow bolt at every man who comes to the doorstep.” “Well that’s a relief” said Wyndor. “So why don’t you tell me why you love my niece?” stated Richard. They had ended up on one of the elevated walkways that ran across various parts of the estate. Wyndor spent the next hour going into detail about why he loved Valanice and how he planned to care for her. Richard was impressed with Wyndor’s passion, but more than that, he was impressed with how much Wyndor had thought through all the details for caring for Valanice. “Wyndor,” started Richard, “I can tell that you will take care of my niece and I can give the two of you my blessing. But, you must promise me one thing.” “What’s that?” asked Wyndor. “You must take Valanice away from Avalonia as quickly as possible. I’m afraid that the Drow you met on the road yesterday are just the first of many to attack these lands. I have been reinforcing the defenses of Beleriand and my manor, but it may not be enough. I fear for the safety of my people and I do not want to have to fear for hers also” said Richard. “If Valanice agrees, we can have the ceremony today and you can leave first thing in the morning for Mitgardia.” “You have my word that I will put her life before mine, always” stated Wyndor. The rest of the morning was spent making plans and that afternoon Wyndor and Valanice were married. Their witnesses were Wyndor’s two brothers and Richard’s honor guard. It was a simple ceremony which Richard oversaw himself. Never before in Historica had there been two people happier to be together that day than Wyndor and Valanice.

See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga Chapter 1 Part 1: A Tragic Beginning Part 2: A Rude Awakening Part 2.1: Liam's Shop Part 2.2: Upward Trek Part 2.3: Misty Fight Part 2.4: Arrow Training Part 2.5: Weapon Training Part 2.6: Wind-up and Shoot Part 2.7: Stingy Trainer Part 3 Intro: An Evil Plot Part 3: A Timely Friend Part 4: For Whom the Bells Toll Part 5: Small Help Part 6: The Map Maker Part 7: An Excuse for Dialogue Mile after mile Wyndor continued to woe Lady Valanice. While it had been some time since the three brothers had been together, Natolyth and Chalin were not surprised by his behavior. While Wyndor did not ignore Chalin, it was Natolyth who got him up to speed with what had happened since the ice-dragon accident. Wyndor’s words were mostly spent on Valanice. “Did it hurt?” asked Wydnor. “Did what hurt?” responded Valanice. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” grinned Wyndor. “You’re company is more pleasant when you are less foolish” answered Valanice, but Wyndor noticed that she couldn’t stop from smiling. “I hate to interrupt you two love birds,” piped Chalin, “But how much longer did you say we have until we reach your home, Valanice?” “We should be there by late afternoon” answered Valanice. “I only ask because we have not met many travelers today and the reports I heard at that last village, of Drow movement, make me very nervous” explained Chalin. “While in Kaliphlin I never meet any Drow, but I heard plenty of tales from travelers about the horrors they’ve wreaked throughout Nocturnus. And things have to be pretty bad for reports like those to make it out of Nocturnus.” “I know these are more dangerous times than most for Avalonia,” started Valanice, “But I suspect that your worries are unfounded. Most of these smaller villages thrive on rumors. Anything from Drow attacks, to plagues, to vampire dukes will keep the local’s conversation occupied for days. And besides, we are traveling through Lesser Burrium, one of the best guarded lands in Avalonia.” “With all the talking you and Wyndor have done,” started Natolyth, “shall I quiz him to see if he can spout off facts like that?” “Why Natolyth!” inserted Wyndor, “I shall not have to spout off anything, I will simply recite from my perfect memory of everything Lady Valanice has said about her fair country. We are currently traveling through Lesser Burrium on our way to Woodward which is near the Darkwood Forest next to the Western Grasslands. Woodward is currently ruled by Lord Faustus but we are going to visit Valanice’s uncle who is the Duke of Beleriand.” “You have been listening,” Valanice said, “at least mostly.” “My lady,” implored Wyndor, “you have had my full attention this entire time. Whatever could I have missed?” “Well,” started Valanice, “my Uncle, the Earl of Beleriand, might take offense at you calling him by the wrong title.” “Ah!” cried Wyndor, “Duke, Earl, Lord, High All-Powerful Master; all these titles seem so unnecessary!” In Mitgardia either you are the mayor of the town or you’re not; and either you have authority or you don’t. Though, being mayor and having authority don’t always go hand-in-hand so I guess we do have some of our own complications” Wyndor ended sheepishly. All of a sudden they heard the sound of pounding footsteps and the swish of cloaks to their left. As they turned to look, their horses spooked and threw all four of them to the ground. The pounding and swishing grew louder as Wyndor started to lift himself off the ground. Looking around he saw everyone moving and said, “Is everyone ok?” “I think we are, but I don’t think we will be, look!” shouted Natolyth. He pointed at the group of cloaked figures running through the forest at them. A dark figure with white hair could be seen directing the attackers from the rear. Three assailants leaped over the stream and engaged the travelers in battle. “I told you something didn’t feel right!” shouted Chalin, “I was trained for battles remember? The air always feels different right before an attack!” He was shouting to be heard over the clanging of steel on steel, but other than that noise the battle was fairly quiet. The Drow assailants were attacking without making a sound themselves. “I’ll remember to apologize after we get out of this alive!” answered Valanice as she blocked a blow meant for Wyndor’s head. She found it eerie to be fighting such silent attackers. She had never met a Drow before, let alone fought one, and found the experience to be one she never wanted to repeat. Battles were meant to involve battle-cries and grunts she had learned while watching her Uncle’s men train at the barracks. Even training with her Uncle, who was a lot more sophisticated than the average soldier, involved more noise than these Drow emitted. Natolyth did not find the Drow’s silence unnerving as he had come in contact with many of them while he was brainwashed. In fact, as he shot some thunderbolts at one of the Drow, he thought he could learn a thing or two from their fighting style. Wyndor swung his sword at a Drow wielding two wicked looking blades but was blocked, as every one of his blows had been. “These Drow are very powerful, how are we ever going to get out of this?” Wyndor wondered to himself. His next thought jumped into his mind like a lightning bolt and had many of the same effects, “I’m in love with Valanice!” “Valanice!” shouted Wyndor as he blocked a blow, “I love you!” “Wyndor!” shouted back Valanice, “I love you too!” Wyndor was in rare form now spinning, ducking, and slashing with more grace than he ever had before. He disarmed one opponent and sent another one sprawling who had been attacking Chalin and then asked, “Will you marry me?” Time seemed to stand still as Valanice turned to Wyndor and said, “Yes.” After a few more zaps and parries, all of the Drow turned and ran off into the forest. Chalin looked around and found no sign of the leader on the other side of the stream. “I guess they decided we were more trouble than we were worth” he said. “Nay, my dear brother, it was love that saved the day” responded Wyndor as he and Valanice gazed into each other’s eyes. “Well lover boy, think what you want, but I think we need to get to Beleriand and warn the Earl” retorted Chalin. “It’s going to be a lot longer of a journey now” said Natolyth. “Our horses have run off and I don’t think they have any intentions of returning.” With a long walk ahead of them they set off towards what they hoped would be safety.

Thanks for getting this all put together Rogueang!

Barracks Phase III Archery Phase III Stables Phase III

Barracks Phase III Archery Phase III Stables Phase III

See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: (You're Here!) The last group of the Militia that Wyndor visited that day were the cavalry. He talked with the lead rider about the men and the horses. “You wouldn’t believe how much planning there goes into keeping a stable up and running!” exclaimed the rider. “You have to keep track of how much the horses are eating and what they have already eaten; you have to make sure the stables are mucked out at regular intervals; you have to make sure they get regular exercise but not too much exercise; and the list goes on! I’ll have to get you up to date on the dietary plans for each of the horses first…” “Hold on there!” Wyndor interrupted. “I’m not planning on replacing you, I’m just here to help.” “Well, that’ll make organization easier to maintain I must admit” the rider responded. “I have a very organized way of doing things that all the men and horses are very used to. I imagine it’d be pretty hard on them if things were to change suddenly. Here, let me show you around.” Wyndor could tell that he took his job very seriously and was glad he could leave the “important organizational details” in someone else’s hands. However, it seemed that there was much to do in the way of training. So he got started right away.

See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:Blunted Edges Part 10.2: (You're Here!) Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker The archers had a barracks of their own where they housed their training gear. There was some room for archers to live there if needed, but it was a cramped place. Wyndor worked with what he had though and asked the city’s archers to shown him what they were capable of. They started by shooting with short bows at close targets. There wasn’t much else they could do in the archers’ barracks. The rest would have to be done in the archery fields outside the city walls. After they were done with the short bows Wyndor asked Chalin to teach the archers about knife throwing. “Sometimes you won’t always have time to get your bow strung and an arrow notched before your attacker is upon you” Chalin was saying. “It’s always good to have a backup method of defending yourself.” “That’s why I practice my swordsmanship” one of the archers piped up. “Swords are a good weapon to be familiar with, trust me, I know. But a sword also means you allow your attacker to get close to you. If you know how to throw a knife, you’ll keep your enemy from getting close enough to do you as much harmer as you can do to him” Chalin responded. Liam leaned over to Wyndor and said, “Your brother has great skill. Did he by chance learn from one of my brothers?” “You have brothers?” Wyndor asked. “I didn’t know that. However, I don’t think he’s run across any of them. He learned his skill out of necessity in the Kaliphlin fighting pits.” “Perhaps you should have taken a turn in them yourself. Maybe you could have learned a thing or two that even I couldn’t have taught you” Liam responded.

See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10: A New Home Part 10.1:(You're Here!) Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker “Again!” shouted Wyndor. He had found the foot soldiers to be willing students, though they had a long way to go before they were up to the standards Wyndor expected of them. He was impressed with the training tools they had at the Barracks. There were the usual assortment of weapons to train with but also a wooden dummy and a mock hill on which to practice defending the high or low ground. Since Dålig Ulv was situated at the base of Mt. Mitgard, fighting on hills and mountain sides would be a common situation. Wyndor asked Natolyth to help with the training by applying a magic edge to the swords so his militia could practice fighting with real blades without fear of maiming each other accidentally. “So what do you think of the men?” asked Wyndor. “I think they have a long way to go, maybe even as far as you had to when we first met” answered Liam. Wyndor thought, “Some things never change.” Most of the men had homes in the city, but the barracks were built to be able to house a number of them if needed. Because there was more space in the soldiers barracks, often some of the archers would spend time there rather than in their own cramped courtyard.

Dålig Ulv, Mitgardia REQ - Agriculture - Grains & Produce: Farm Agriculture - Livestock: Farm Nautical: REQ - Military: Archery Barracks, Infantry Barracks Religious: Cemetery Medical: Hospitality: Food & Beverage: Bakery REQ - Hospitality - Lodging: Stables, Inn REQ - Laborers: Lumber Mill, Grain Mill REQ - Craftsmen - General Goods: Cooper Craftsmen/Merchant - Arms & Armor: Blacksmith Craftsmen/Merchant - Clothing: Craftsmen/Merchant - Specialty: Jeweler Services: Scholars: Entertainers: Minstrel Administrative (Town or City only): Town Hall

See the previous tales: Wyndor's Saga: Chapter 1 -What Has Past- Chapter 2 Part 10 (You're Here!) Part 10.1: Blunted Edges Part 10.2: Cramped Spaces Part 10.3: Enthusiastic Worker Wyndor and company arrived in Dålig Ulv and he immediately asked for Pjeter. He was directed towards the town hall and there saw his old acquaintance. “Ho there Pjeter!” said Wyndor. “Well laddie! Times have been good to you. Welcome to Dålig Ulv” replied Pjeter. “So, what have you been up to?” asked Wyndor. “You’ve come a long way from serving on a trade barge.” “Aye, now I’m a reputable land owner. They elected me mayor just last year. But since then an entrepreneur named Lief has moved here from Erikson and has caused me no small amount of grief!” said Pjeter. “Well, it sounds like we have much to discuss then. Where can we go to talk in private?” asked Wyndor. “I have a study here in the town hall. But, before we go in I must ask you, where did you get one of the breastplates of the Blue Wolf Clan?” inquired Pjeter. “What? This? I got this ages ago in Northridge. I’m familiar with the Wolf Clans and the Wolfpack mercenaries, but who are the Blue Wolves?” responded Wyndor. “They are a radical group of misfits who have taken up residence near Dålig Ulv I’m afraid” said Pjeter. “They started as a splinter group from the local Wolfpack riffraff and are led by a renegade from the Wolf Clans. Hence their name. Normally they don’t cause too much trouble, but recently their, uh, demonstrations have grown more aggressive. They have no set standard of armor as they come from all over, but the breastplate you wear is used by some of their elite and is a symbol of fear here.” “I have worn this armor over hundreds of miles and all four guilds Pjeter,” said Wyndor. “I am not about to abandon it simply because it has a negative association here. I will just have to give them a better association with it.” As they were talking another man walked up and interrupted their conversation. “I take it this is your new lackey Pjeter” said the stranger. “Ah, yes, Wyndor this is Lief” said Pjeter. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance sir” said Wyndor as he held out his hand. Lief ignored Wyndor’s hand and said to Pjeter, “So you’re filling our council with local radicals now Pjeter?” “Lief, as I’ve told you before, you are not on the council. You are a valuable member of our community because of the financing you have done for our militia and shop owners, but you hold no sway over who I appoint to the council” said Pjeter. “Well, that remains to be seen” Lief said as he turned and walked away. “I can see what you mean about him causing trouble” said Wyndor. The next day Pjeter introduced Wyndor to the town. They stood on the platform in front of the town hall which faced an open courtyard in the center of the city. “Good people of Dålig Ulv, I present to you the newest member of our council” Pjeter announced in his thick rolling accent. “He has traveled much of Historica and has fought many battles with a true heart. He will be taking charge of our militia and training with them to ensure that we are prepared for anything.” Wyndor stepped up to speak. He was slightly nervous as he had never had this level of responsibility before. But he had asked his brothers to accompany him today and had one other person whom he had written to before arriving in Dålig Ulv whom he knew would be of great help as well. He began to address the crowd of townsfolk who had cared enough to assemble, “Good people, I am Wyndor Grahamson and I am glad to be a part of this fair city. I hope to be able to add my knowledge to your own and cause some good in Dålig Ulv.” There was a murmur running through the crowd and Wyndor knew he would have to address something right away. “Many of you may be asking why I wear a symbol of rebellion. Long before the Blue Wolf Clan started troubling these lands, back when we were all suffering from the actions of Victor Revolword, I began a journey across all of Historica. This armor may be a symbol for rebels to you, but to me it is a symbol of protection against my attackers. I hope you will give me the chance to prove myself by my actions before judging me by my armaments. Now, I would be amiss to promise you that I could handle all of the responsibility you have granted me by myself. I’d like to introduce you to my two brothers who will be aiding me in training the militia.” Natolyth and Chalin walked up and give a short introduction. The people seemed especially impressed with Chalin who had learned how to charm the crowds while fighting in Kaliphlin. After their introductions Wyndor made one more introduction. “I would also like to introduce you a personal advisor I’ve asked to join me here in Dålig Ulv. His name is Liam and he taught me much of what I know about fighting.” Liam stepped up and just stared at the crowd. Wyndor could tell they were a little uncomfortable with having a Cyclops living amongst them, but he knew they would grow to like the old weapons master. Wyndor gave some final remarks and then stepped away from the crowd as Pjeter gave some mayoral updates. He stood next to Liam and said, “Thank you for coming on such short notice Liam.” “Hmprf, and miss a chance to see one of my students either shine or make a fool of himself?” Liam replied. “I would never miss it!” “Well, regardless of your confidence in me, I will be glad to have you here” answered Wyndor.

I've got 3 coming tonight!

This is a gorgeous build! Such great details! I love the minifigures you've created for this as well as your space ship. Feels like something out of Jetsons.

Any tips you'd like to share with the rest of us? I just spent $60 (pennies compared to some of you, I know) on an order I had expected to cost under $30. Now, I did pick up some minifigure pieces and those always jack up the price. But besides avoiding those is there anything else I could have done to bring that price down?

For some of u For some of us, it will never be irrelevant! Stupid Lucas and his stupid decisions to to do stupid things. Anyway, I digress.

Ok, stupid request. Can someone link the HSS main topic thread for me here? I can't it buried amongst all the other builds right now, EDIT: While I'm asking questions. Does anyone know if an AoM build can count as a HSS build also?

You really bring Historica together with your builds. I love it!

Thanks for all the feedback guys! Very true! All the ramps on the Death Star were rail-less, I guess they had a stricter safety inspector here Thanks Dap! You can see more pictures of the Rough Edges here Taking a page from MstrOfPppts are we? But really, I greatly appreciate all your positive criticism. SNOT slopes are one of weak points in Lego building as are rock faces. I was trying out some techniques here but I realize I need to be more adventurous . Thanks again for all the feedback!

I love that you know your Star Wars history, even if it is future history relative to where we are at in the timeline .

So much to love! My favorite parts are the smoke-clear slopes used to make the curved window/skylight, the dark red, the clips on the ceiling with the "wires" coming out, and the use of official Lego string. Great job!

Wow. Just wow. Thank you so much Nom Carver for such a great contest. I hope the Imperials haven't lost all hope. I still like a good challenge in my contests

Love the nostalgia! I grew up with M-Tron, Iceplanet, and Insectoids. It's cool to see you combine all of them in this build!

Wow! Simply amazing! I love the statues on the round towers, the reverse cheese slope roof (I've used the method myself a few times), all the older minifigs like the ninja and forestmen, the way the boats are sunk in the water, and the perfect amount of texture on all the walls. Incredible!