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So my thoughts for Phase Two involved a group of automata who had broken away from their master's control. Posting a WIP to make sure it isn't too mechanical age for GoH.

Thanks for the comments everyone! @soccerkid I agree about the tree. I had initially used more leaves, but I couldn't get them to mesh with that giant trunk! So I opted to go for a more brick built approach, but it doesn't really look like a tree. More like a set piece from a 1920's monster movie. I'll keep practicing with trees. I had a ton of fun with this MOC and I'm excited for round 2!

My tribes entry is up!

The Shifting Claw werewolves live on the border between the The Moruth Swamplands and the forest south of the S'dak'l'vil'th's range. For centuries the clan grew via tooth and nail, turning any unlucky soul who ventured too close to the forest. Limited by the phase of the moon the clans size and strength remained in check. However strange rumors abound of werewolves who stalk moonless nights. Something is afoot in that forest... More than 3 moons had passed since the clan had needed to gather moonmoss. Geirolf had been the first to discover the moonmoss and its incredible power. A discovery born from fear and failure, Geirolf had first eaten the moss after being chased for days by a small party of Ravens. They had tracked him through the Moruth swamplands and he had been on the verge of starvation when he stumbled into the glowing forest grove. Things were different now. He was different. Suddenly he was startled from his memories by the sudden appearance of a drow. Growing increasingly confident with the rise of the Spire, even a single drow was not to be trifled with. "HALT Peasant!" "I don't see any peasants here dwelf," Geirolf called back. The Drow reacted with an incantation and his staff began to emit an ominous light. Geirolf reached into his pack and pulled out his half empty vial of moss extract. "This isn't nearly enough, but it will have to do." he thought to himself. "Aaaaoooooooooooooooooooo" his wail echoed through the forest. The transformation had begun. The drow puzzled then surprised extinguishes his stave. The drow has realized something is terribly wrong. It isn't even close to a full moon and suddenly the hunter has become the prey. Geirolf must not let the drow escape with the location of the moonmoss. Geirolf's howl had not gone unnoticed. His pack was coming. This drow will not be slinking back to its hole tonight. More random shots Thanks to Lord Vladivus for his CC about the coloring of the swamp/forest floor! I'm brand new here to Eurobricks and GoH so I'd love some feedback and constructive comments!

Here's my tribes WIP. I need to pull up all the undergrowth and build up from the base a bit. I thought the leaves would cover a bit more than they really do. Any other thoughts? Nocturnus Tribes WIP by Starlbirth, on Flickr

So when I said I would have background for the Brothers Corvensbane tomorrow I mean like 4 days. Such is life with tiny people in the house. Background and a quickie MOC below! BrothersCorvensBaneSigFig-1 by Starlbirth, on Flickr Background: The brothers Corvensbane grew up in a small village that hugged the base of one of the Southern Rakath peaks. The loose collection of buildings and shacks was known colloquially as "The Foot." Initially named for being located near the southern tip of the Rakath range, the name stuck due to the sulfuric stench that permeates the town. The Foot may have smelled like death, but it was home for the brothers. Hanvas can fondly remember evenings spent in the village tavern, sitting by his Father's side and listening to the ravings of the day's stream of Orcs, Drow or even worse, the Ravens. Their harsh language filled with clicks and guttural noises never failed to raise his hackles. Dathor existed in the periphery and preferred the quiet of an alcove with a window to the noise and movement of the main-hall. Younger than Hanvas by less than a year, Dathor was more than a head taller than his brother. Their bleak, but peaceful existence came to an abrupt end the day the Zugal tribe razed most of the village. Dawn brought the foul flock as they swept down the mountainside. The boys learned from an early age the words of those that live along the base of the Rakath, "Death comes from above." This morning was no different. The oppressive air pulsed with the beat of Death's heart. That sound and the faces of the Zugal's triumvirate vanguard smiling death down upon the village: Rokkar, Korrak and Marroth. Present Day: The brothers are unrecognizable as the two boys who disappeared in the massacre nearly 5 years ago. Hanvas no longer wears his easy smile, he avoids the light and the questioning eyes of the people. Those who have managed to pierce the shadows of his cloak whisper of the Burnt Face. Dathor could be mistaken for his father, or maybe his father's corpse. His eyes are colder and more full of malice than Mitgardia's Bay of Storms. He cloaks himself in the wings of his fallen enemies, tattered and rotting. His weapon, the Reaper's scythe. Dathor's voice echoes off the low slung buildings of one of the many shifting shanty towns surrounding Port Wrath. "Lord Ssilyrrlith sends a message to those who aid the Spire. Death comes from ME!" Let the civil war begin! Dathor Earns His Wings: TheThirdBrother-1 by Starlbirth, on Flickr This was just a small MOC I threw together a couple of nights ago. Finally got around to photographing it today. And and all CC is appreciated. FYI The 1x1 round trans clear pieces were darkened in Lightroom wanted it to look like Hanvas was floating not standing on a pillar of ice. I'd love any constructive criticism you guys have! Also are there any unofficial guidelines about what should be posted here vs posted in the main Historica thread? Would I post something like this (I would call this more of a brick-doodle than a MOC) in the main thread or just in here? Now I need to hurry and come up with an idea for a tribe! Do tribes have to be formed on racial lines or can tribes form due to other factors like economic interdependence?

The Brothers Corvensbane. History to come tomorrow. Corvensbane by Starlbirth, on Flickr This is my first post ever on Eurobricks!