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The next part of our collab for CH IV. (Although this is not an entry, but just a freebuild.) Prior builds: In The Captain's Cabin Pieces Of A Puzzle Following builds: Undercover for the Final Piece Montoya was not at ease. This tiny little vessel was dancing up and down the waves, rushing close-hauled towards Mooreton bay in a most haphazard fashion, and his stomach was not agreeing with him. "Tell me again why I find myself on this fragile little death-trap. The Athena seemed a perfectly fine transport…" he gasped. "The Athena would have taken day and night to tack in here against the wind. And as I am certain you are aware, Ferguson signalled for me to report on board the Ironsides without a moments delay!" Cooke shouted against the wind. As they had approached Mooreton Bay, the lookout had spotted the horrible old Ironsides in the port and, moments later, the signal flags requiring Cooke to report on board for orders from the Admiralty. And for a naval officer, nothing was more important than orders from the Admiralty. "But surely, my friend, this haphazard pace is both dangerous and unwarranted?" Cooke laughed, thrilled with their speed and the prospect of new orders: "Tide and wind waits for no man, my friend!" The Dolfijn The socalled "death-trap" was a small Altonian privateering sloop named the Dolfijn, captured off Tiberia, as it was attacking some local fishermen. It had proven a flyer close-hauled, and Cooke had decided to keep it as a tender to the Athena, a decision he could never have been happier about right now. "But have no fear, doctor - in a moment we will be moored and you will have firm ground under your feet once more!" Cooke knew the doctor as something of a landlubber. "And while you go meet Major Allcock and discuss your beetles, I will meet with Ferguson and find out what orders the admiralty has seen fit to give me! And you may let the good Major know that I will seek him out at first possible convenience." he said, letting the sloop come up against the wind, steering her for the wharf at the customs office. Wharf and customs office Artillery tower protecting the harbour -
Ibn al'Sayeed was not what you would call the nervous type, yet these days, he didn't exactly seem at ease, wandering through the financial district of Belson. As Montoya had been called to the old world (once more delaying Cooke's arrival at Quinnsville) on a diplomatic mission to Carno, al'Sayeed had taken the opportunity for a ship back to the old world. While managing the Montoya Estate was typically pleasant business, this month was different, and he needed to discuss the situation with some of his old contacts around the stock exchange. He had just left such a meeting, which had been no consolation. Normally news of New Terran shipping would long have been in already, but so far, only a few merchants had made it to the Old World, and those with very sparse news. Thus, the stock market was ripe with speculation about the reasons behind this delay. Some said a storm had taken most of the ships, some that trade had dwindled, others (mainly Olean priests) that Poseidon had risen in wrath. The only thing certain was that the markets were very nervous, and that many expected a crash. As his contacts had been able to tell him, significant interests were starting to bet against the market, and others were following. Were the days of great fortunes being made in New Terra over so soon? As the Montoya Estate had most of its funds tied up in shipping, al'Sayeed had his reasons to be worried... ____________________ Just a small build to comment on the lacking MRCA results - I figured I might as well make it a storyhook! C&C welcome
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Alliance was once again defeated by the Empire. Our forces had to flee from Kuat. But, I was also promoted to the SpecOps. They sent me to one of the neutral planets, where I would locate a small hangar. There is waiting a group of mercenaries, who are cooperating with the Alliance. I have to join them and then wait for further orders. Wellcity is just another of billion metropolas in space. But it wasn't hurt by the war so it still looks clean and peaceful. But the group I have to find is waiting for me in the old part of the town. Which is not that clean and peaceful. But still, being on a neutral planet is great. Computer says that the target is just beneath me. Time to land! Please, judge this freebuild.
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Shadows of Nar Eurbrikka; Freebuild: Looking for Rebels Location: Kuat Time: 9 am Persons involved: Mads Heering; Stormtrooper Orwell Haggins; Stormtrooper Cornell Haggins; Stormtrooper The story: Three stormtroopers, Mads Heering the driver, Orwell Haggins the navigator and Cornell Haggins the gunner are driving through the wasteland of Kuat. Their mission is to spot Rebel activity on Kuat and report it. They're driving a new model of speeder. Actually, they're testing it. It is dispensable and so are they. They joined the imperial army 2 weeks ago and they still think they'll see the whole galaxy, fight great battles and change history. Perhaps they will, but at the moment they're driving through Kuat and looking for rebels. Additional photos: Conclusion: It was hard for me to post this build. It cannot match all those fantastic builds on this forum and my photographic skills are far from good. But still, I'd like to contribute to SoNE, so, if possible, please judge this build. Thanks for your attention!
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Here is my Barracks Phase 3 build for Age of Mitgardia. It was actually made in 2015, but it took me forever to get around to making the other barracks phases. I used SNOT 1x2 tiles for the stone walls, and quite like the stone block texture it gives. Daydelon barracks is a prominent barracks in Mitgardia, and houses from all over the guild send their sons there to be trained as warriors. In fact, it's not overly unusual for citizens of another guild to train for a time in Daydelon. Thanks for looking, your comments are always welcome
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My name is Pertyn Sawk, Pertie for friends. I got this name from my great-great-grandfather. He established a small speeder workshop on Bothawui and my family has been living there since then. We still produce small vehicles and I'm very proud of this. One day a group of men came in the workshop and asked for some small transport speeders. And this seemed very suspicious, since they didn't look like workers, but more like soldiers. But not imperial soldiers. They asked me some questions and I told them, that I'm not very fond of the current system, altough my life's not bad. I saw some stormtroopers intimidating my Bothan friend. And I knew why. My customers soon identified themselves as rebel soldiers and invited me to join them. It was a hard decision, but I said yes. I left the family business to my younger brother and went away. But I took my first speeder with me and I'm still using it. ---------- I've recently joined this RPG and I wanted to build a small, simple build to introduce my character. Thank you very much for stoping by. I would be very happy if I could get this freebuild judged. Thank you in advance. ----------
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Aside from patrolling the Tatooine dunes, Merc was assigned as local security for the Mos Eisley spaceport in search of a suspicious Rodian. Merc: Looks like we're here. Last part of our patrol route, Mos Eisley. Trooper: Worst part of Tatooine too. Merc: You heard stories about this place? Trooper: Plenty. Not too long ago there was something about two guys in a bar who picked a fight with some scrawny farm boy. You think they'd have no problem right? But then the kids old man showed up and chopped off one of the guys' arm. Merc: Heh, guess its true what they say. You won't find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than in Mos Eisley. Sergeant: Hey, you two! Quit standing around. Get back to searching for that Rodian. Trooper & Merc: Yes sir! Merc: Hey there's one over by that street vendor. Think it could be him? Trooper: Blasted, they all look the same to me. Merc: Come on, lets check it out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey guys, back with a small free-build. I initially had a larger set-up prepared but due to a lack of tan pieces I made it a vignette instead. Also the back beams are not my design. Please judge this build.
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Part Two I've been working for Green Banthas for some time now. I got used to Wellcity and I liked it. My missions weren't hard, I had to drive a lot, but since it's my favourite thing I couldn't complain. I also got some other skills, as locating the target, disarming a person and other things. This was all part of my training for Alliance SpecOps. But it seems I'll have to take a pause - I was called in to the base, because I'm needed for a new mission. I'll learn more about it when I get there. Just a small freebuild to continue the story. Please, judge this.
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**Warning: Wall of text** At sea, communications from home where rare. Even more so on Cocovia, far from established shipping lanes, and the crew had not seen a letter for months. In fact, some had jested that they feared losing the ability to read… However, recently an old tub of a packet carrying despatches and mail had skirted by, only lying to long enough for a boat to exchange mail. It was a meagre chest, and between them, Montoya and Cooke only received two letters and a message addressed to them both. Montoya had excellent news from his man of business, and Cooke had a pleasant letter from his family. However, these good news were quickly overshadowed by the third message in which a very public affront to them both was detailed by a close friend of theirs. As gentlemen, they could only make one reply, and they quickly put together a note demanding satisfaction, unless a full public apology would be offered. Both expert duellers, in their rage they both went directly to putting an edge on their skills, practising with sword and pistol. Their cynical practice was at its highest point of intensity as young mr. Baker came running up the hill with a bundle of letters. He had heard about the insult, and the new bundle was topped by a newspaper in which he had circled a notice on the front page. "Sirs... sirs!" he yelped, short of breath from the run. "A despatch cutter arrived just after that horrible old tub! Judging by the date of the newspapers, it left Bellson almost a month after the packet , but has already almost caught up with it! There is a full bag of mail as well as some official despatches! And in the paper something that will definitely interest you! A full apology!" Mr. Baker smiled broadly, relieved not to risk losing one of his benefactors to a mindless duel, and Montoya and Cooke both lowered their weapons. "Sir Dee offers his full apology - it was only a misunderstanding! I believe there is also a letter from him in the mail!" Montoya looks up from the paper with a relieved sigh. "And it would seem the other party to the insult was a religious figure. Surely, we cannot duel a priest?" "I am much at ease, my friend…" Cooke said. "I had not much liked to return home only to expect a duel." "Although it seems you are still perfectly able to hit your mark, Sir!" Baker added enthusiastically with an impressed look at the target, bullseye shot out. Montoya cut him short, somewhat jealous, not being praised for his, although somewhat less obvious, still excellent double parry and stab on the practise dummy: "That does not make him invincible to bullets, Mr. Baker. A duel is always a cruel thing - Never feel too confident." "First, hand me the despatches, mr. Baker. Official business first!" Cooke said, ever dutiful. "Afterwards, we better write a reply to Sir Dee…" Baker handed one heavy, sealed envelope to Cooke, and another to Montoya, who looked somewhat perplexed. Why would he receive official correspondence? As he recognised the seal of the Society of Natural Philosophy, he smiled and opened it with great interest. For a few minutes, they read in silence. The admiralty had long held Captain Cooke's skills in hydrography and naval tactics in high esteem. Further, it had recognised the need for a naval base in the new world, as the Royal Navy and the Merchant Marine must be maintained, provisioned, repaired, and a have a safe port in the event of tropical storms. Without such a port, Corrington's interests and further expansion into the east is in danger, as the Royal Navy and the Merchant Marine are the most important tools at the Crown's disposal. Thus, Cooke's sealed despatchcame at an opportune moment. The elaborate sounding charts of the natural harbour, the detailed description of the tactical situation, and the maps of the surrounding landscape made the situation so clear that not even the bureaucrats could delay the decision of the First Lord of the Admiralty: A naval base was to be established at this very spot, and this at the highest possible dispatch. The first order was to assign a battery of the Royal Navy Artillery Corps to the location to set up initial defences. They were to travel at all possible urgency, bringing with them the Royal Charter for the new settlement, named King's Harbour after Queen Anetta's farther and predecessor. Bellson, March 616, the Admiralty To Captain Jno. Cooke, The Admiralty hereby appoints Captain J. Cooke, Master and Commander of the sloop the HMS Athena, temporary military governor of King's Harbour to set up a naval base of operations in the location specified in the attached maps. He is to assume this responsibility with all possible dispatch, and is required to use his discretion to act such that he finds most fitting in furthering the interests of the Crown. Further, he Admiralty considers cordial relations with the locals of highest priority. Failure to do his duty is subject to punishment as determined by a court martial. Signed The First Lord of the Admiralty The Society of Natural Philosophy had too recognised the need for a secure base of operations, in order to explore the new world and all its scientific opportunities, and had thus set up a designated foundation to support all entrepreneurs wishing to set up relevant businesses in the new settlement. To Don Isaac Montoya, Fellow Your most generous donation to the Society has been duly noted, and the Society is most grateful. The Society believes that such an extraordinary sum should be immediately employed to improve the basis for future scientific exploration. Therefore, the Central Executive Committee has decided to establish a foundation for King's Harbour, and decided to appoint you manager of this Foundation. (See attached charter). In much the same perspective, it has been determined that the new horizons of the New World warrants the establishment of a New World Branch of the Society, and we hope that you will accept a position on the Executive Committee of this branch. The New World Branch will take over the Society's properties in Arlinsport for headquarter, including the staff there employed. Best regards Central Executive Committee The Society of Natural Philosophy Finishing their reading, they both looked up with an enthusiastic smile, eager to tell each other of the news, and spoke in unison. They both broke off, and went: "You go first, my friend." After a few gentlemen-like objections, they spoke in turn, each taking great pleasure from the good news. "What prodigious good news, my friend. We shall have this base up in no time!" Cooke concluded. "But now, let us finish this ugly affair with Sir Dee. It troubles my mind so." "Certainly, my friend. Give me a few moments to collect my mind, and I shall read it out to you." Montoya said, and turned to pen and paper. Dear Sir Dee Your gracious apology has reached us on this fair island recently named Cocovia and added to the Crown. It has found both Cooke and I much relieved, as none of us have any wish to risk to prematurely end the life of a respected gentleman such as yourself, nor risk the same upon ourselves. Both the nature and publication of your response entirely satisfied our request for an apology, and we are pleased the affront was but a misunderstanding. You may consider our challenge withdrawn. As a way of repairing relations, it is our hope that you will accept an invitation to dine together, next we are in the old world. Sincerely Don Isaac Montoya "A very handsome letter, upon my word, Isaac. I do hope it will be received in the same spirit in which it was intended. I should much deplore to have made an enemy of such a respected gentleman, based on a mere misunderstanding…" __________ I hope you will excuse me the mass of text and the small size and scope of the accompanying builds. I have only three medium sized set to work with, and a lot of story to tell. I am slowly fleshing out the Society of Natural Philosophy, of which you will hopefully see a lot more in the future, as well as King's Harbour, for which I will very soon post its own thread. Comments and critique is more than welcome.
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The Kobot Abbey was built by the brothers of the Healfaith Order. It is located in Avalonia at the lake in the southwest of Albion. The brothers care a lot for all the people around them and run a hospital for everyone. But sometimes their help comes too late: Therefore they also have a graveyard… Food and water come from their own fishery,… Pigs and.. ..fountain. Other food is coming by the “monk-donkey” But their work is always after their prayers. --- And some action: I took this video at the convention SteinCHenwelt were my MOC was part of a collaboration with an Falcon army invasion… If the Flicker video is not working so well you can see an other one
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Freebuild #3 March 2016 A Whale of a Tale Our pirate rats needed some whale oil lube but the whale would have none of that. The one that got away made for a tall tale at the tavern in Bastion. Whale of a Tale by dr_spock_888, on Flickr If you are not a member of the Sea Rats, you may give your approval and include your faction name.
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(This is my re-introduction into SoNE! Hope you enjoy the build. I'd like it to be judged.) Windusky entered the meeting room, after taking a deep breath. He had just finished his training last week, and already he had a well known officer recruiting him for his regiment. Windusky: "Reporting for duty, sir." Officer Crux: "Stand at attention, rookie." "Yes sir!" "Your strategy skill is quite impressive. Your test statistics show high scores." "I've been the best at holochess and battle-starship since i was a kid." "I see. Now, before i test your strategy skill for myself, i have your first mission. I need you to over see the mining operation on Kessel. Make sure the miners are doing their jobs right." "When should i head out?" "ASAP. Oh, and sergeant Thast here will be accompanying you." Sarg. Thast: "Your sending me with this rookie?" "Yes, to teach him the ropes. Now, you two get going. I want a report on the mining progress tomorrow." - "Yes sir!" Officer Rand: "You seem awfully sure of Windu's skills. Are you sure of him?" "I am. Weren't you paying attention during his strategy challenges?" "I was, until i fell asleep because he kept winning." "That's what i mean. He's good. He could even possibly take your place soon." "All i know is that you better have a good explanation to Lord Vader if Windu fails to fill his expectations." "Understood." To be Continued... Let me know what you think! CC is welcome, and i hope you enjoyed my re-introduction! I'll be working on the next freebuild soon! More pics of the build on my flickr page.
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Journey from the dangerous swampy lands, through the cold Mitgardian mountains, Eric and Ira now finally reach lush green Avalonia and end up this story.
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--==Please Judge this freebuild!==-- The story so far: First Day Aboard the Avenger At The Table-Before The Storm Rescue Mission Reassigned Eliminating The Competition Target Practice “Here we go again…” Evac Escape A Quick Transaction "Black Sunshine" Repel and Retreat Flatline Reflection Previously: A Promotional Meeting Beltar just got out of the armory and started walking down the hall thinking how spiffy and awesome his new armor looked even though it was an old beat up shock-trooper suit. “Red for medical division, I presume” thought Beltar as he neared the entrance on the Avenger, an old retrofitted speeder repair garage was the location of this new squad, Beltar had read the report. Hopefully they were in a good mood for once. Beltar opened the door and was greeted by wonderful sounds from his new roommates: Darktrooper 1: “It’s Not MY fault that he walked into my proximity bomb!” Female Officer: “OH YOU KNOW WHAT? PERHAPS I’ll JUST LEAVE A PROXIMITY BOMB UNDER YOUR BED!” Scout: “Or! I’ll get you courtmartialed that!” Darktrooper 2: “Can’t you do anything right? You piece of Bantha Fodder!” Darktrooper 1: “OH THAT’S IT!” Beltar was surprised at how his superiors where acting, then the one outcast shadow trooper closest to the door turned to Beltar, with a confused look. Sargent In Command: Hello there Mr. Beltram..? Glad you on board with the new squad. Please excuse the mess. DT-202 got DT-203 killed last mission. You are his new replacement. Never knew you specialized in medicine Officer Beltram. Beltar: Uh…Sir? You must have me confused with another officer. Belt-ar not ram. DC-101: Well then Mr. Beltar. I must have read the file wrong. Refer to me as DC-101 or Sir, no other name required. Sorry about the mess soldier. You’re a medic right? That’ll be useful with this unit’s casualty and injury rate… One second please. DC-101 turned around and yelled near the top of his lungs: “ATTENTION! GET UP YOU LOUSY RASCALS! STOP FIGHTING FOR ONE MOMENT!” The arguing stopped instantaneously and all men rose instantly. DC-101: “Squad, this is Beltar, the new transfer. Medical Division, I’ll let these lackeys do the explaining to you Beltar...” Alyin: Hello there Mr. Beltar, I’m Alyin, the pilot at your service, also the only person able to keep the two dark trooper nitwits in line…from time to time. Reimer: Well, obviously I’m the scout. That’s all you need to know at this point. Duke: DT-201 is my designation, nice to meet you, just call me Duke though. I’m the muscle depending on who you ask. *cough* NOT 202 *cough* Reeder: DT-202, despite what these idiots told you, I’m the muscle, and the smartest of the group. Alyin: Oh. That’s debatable! Reeder: What did you say? Beltar: Well, carrying on! Beltar continued to get a feel for his unit, not a nice one. ‘101 and Alyin where the nicest of the bunch so far. Reeder and Duke continued to make a ruckus, and almost got into another fistfight before DC broke the up and forced them to their bunks. Alyin: First off, they’ll never stop. They just can't. I would've shot them with my blaster or left them on the last planet if it wasn't for DC. Reimer: You’ll get used to it at one point, at least after a few weeks…or months…or never. Just hold out hope that one day, the Emperor will smack them in the face. Beltar: Thank you for this…well semi-warm welcome. Beltar: What a lovely group of people... Thanks for making it through this long freebuild story! Finally got a little more ‘complex’ build, even though it's certainly not the best. Still moving my character’s story along. I just had to fit Beltram in because of Puvel’s build! I didn't even know there was a DJ named Beltram! This is probably going to be Beltar's squad for awhile. I keep having him move around, but I think I've settled on this Unit for now... Also the lighting at this time was pretty bad. I photographed this at a terrible time, and I forgot to close my blinds, oh well. Thanks for stopping by and as always Comments and Criticism welcome! ~Beltar
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Gideon is visiting a prospecting effort lead by the famous Oleander geologist Hugo d'Argent, on the newly discovered Ìle de Zeus. The gentlemen are of course letting someone else do the hard work.
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Cooke was in high spirits - This was the kind of sailing he was made for - Cracking on through the waves at nine knots two fathoms under every conceivable scrap of sail. The HMHV Athena was heeling over, and the frequent spray of sea water reached as far as her main mast each time she broke a wave. Cooke we driving her hard, just this side of reckless, and he loved it. So did the crew - After weeks of lying moored in King's Harbour, keeping harbour watch and working hard on shore, they were now back were they felt at home. Familiar duties, meals, and watches that to most landsmen would seem insufferable, was their way of life - and they loved it despite Cooke constantly calling for sail trimmers to get that extra half a knot. Currently, most of them had a respite. It was nearing noon, and Cooke was occupied with his sextant, measuring the angle of the sun at its highest, a daily ceremony that would mark the start of a new naval day and allow him to lay down his latitude with the utmost accuracy. A landsman might have remarked that with the coast of Cocovia clear on the starboard side, this was perfectly superfluous. One had simply to keep it there, and they would invariably reach Quinnsville, their destination, in due time. In fact, Montoya had done so, but surprisingly (to Montoya), Cooke had not attended to his arguments and instead suggested that he should retire to the main-top from where he might spot some curious birds. Right ahead, some wreckage had been spotted, and some of the crew where now exercising the chasers, running out the starboard nine pounder to fire at an empty barrel. This was a procedure they had done countless times, and they were already expert gunners, yet they never seemed to tire from the joy of the great guns firing and hitting true to their mark. On the fore top-gallant yard, a midshipman and a seamen were in the progress of shaking out the last reef in the top-gallant as the wind had dropped slightly, and Cooke believed she would carry it. The HMHV Athena is a snow-rigged sloop-of-war, formerly of the Royal Navy. Originally built in Oleon, but captured at the onset of the last war, she had been Cooke's first independent command and allowed him a small fortune in prize money, as well as several chances to distinguish himself as an enterprising commander, none of which he had passed over. However, during the peace, the Athena had been sold out of the service and Cooke set ashore on half pay. Recently, Montoya had inherited a considerable sum and purchased the Athena, and had now outfitted her for an expedition to the new world. The crown had caught news of this expedition and offered its support, assigning a contingent of Royal Marines, protection from impressment of its crew, and access to ports and supplies, in return for claim to any land discovered. Therefore, the Athena now carried the designation HMHV: Her Majesty's Hired Vessel. She is armed with four 18 pounder carronades per broadside and four long bronze nines for chasers. The long range chasers enable her to harass an enemy from afar with swift and accurate fire during a chase, often allowing her to take weaker enemies, or escape from stronger, without significant damage. And while the carronades are ineffective in long range engagements, they give her the punch of a much larger vessel, if she manages to close with the enemy. Cooke had recently received orders from the Crown, which was the reason for all this cracking on. Not only had his appointment as military governor of King's Harbour been confirmed, but he had also been appointed Military Commander for Cocovia. A rank in navy terms comparable to commodore, and only in very few cases bestowed upon a mere commander, not yet even of post-rank yet. It should be of no surprise that Cooke was both excited and nervous to do a good job. This might well be his best chance for a promotion to post-captain, and perhaps the command of a frigate he had always seen as the pinnacle of naval enterprise. Currently, this new command included only a few forts, a gunboatand the HMHV Athena, plus whatever the mayor of Quinnsville had at his disposition, but his orders had also told him that a mixed battalion of cavalry and infantry was despatched for Cocovia. Therefore, the Athena was stretching out towards the East-coast of Cocovia and Quinnsvilleto discuss military dispositions with Sir Thomas Smaugton, the mayor of the settlement, and to get at better insight in the tactical situation there. At the same time, he would circumnavigate Cocovia to survey all possible landing sites and vantage points, as they may prove to be of tactical importance at a later time. _____________________________________________ Thanks for looking and reading - I hope you enjoyed it - I am quite happy with how this vessel came out, but C&C is always welcome - I would like my next one to be even better. The pictures are a bit potato, but they were taken in the rush of pacing everything up and moving out. I would have preferred a better background and I struggled abit with the sunlight, but I hope you can still enjoy the moc. There are a few more detail and overview shots in flickr. While the landsman might take her for a brig, she is actually snow-rigged, due to the small trysail-mast just abaft the mainmast. I think the Athena is best fitting for a 4A, but thoughts on this is welcome too. I am not going to license her for quite some time, as I will be using her for story purposes, rather than risk losing her in the MRCA. Plus, having her sail around wouldn't fit with my story.
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Here's my build for the second Gatehouse phase. I used a similar ground texture to what I did in my previous build, “Start of a Journey,” and tried a different stone wall design for the gatehouse. The warrior returns to Nordheim’s welcoming gate after a long journey through the clan lands of Mitgardia. More pictures are available on my website: link Thanks for looking!
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May 615, Arlinsport, Tiberia (Flashback: This takes place approximately a year ago, at the very beginnings of the rush to the new world.) Montoya was preparing himself, and, uncharacteristically, he was nervous. He was about to appear before the Society of Natural Philosophy. He had been personally encouraged by esteemed members he highly respected, and had now received the official invitation to become a full member. By any logic, he should feel confident. However, his acceptance meant he had to give an introductory speech on a scientific subject of his choice. The audience would be the members, some of the most prominent natural philosophers in the world, and Montoya was somewhat awed. His subject was one with which he was intimately familiar, and for which he had already achieved widespread acclaim, the Great Tiberian Sea Otter. His field studies were the first to fully describe the species and its behaviours. Yet, he was nervous. The society is a college of some of the finest zoologists, botanists, biologists, medicoes, and entomologists, as well as a multitude of other natural philosophers, many of them from the finer families of Corrington, and most of them affluent. As such, sizeable donations are frequently made by members and non-members alike, giving the society control over significant funds. These funds are mainly used to fund expeditions or experiments, or for other such measures the Society finds relevant for furthering the cause of Natural Philosophy. Having recently decided himself to purchase a ship… Vessel, he should say - His friend Cooke, a Captain of the Royal Navy, had often reproached him with the ridiculous notion that some ships were not ships at all! Sailors and their jargon! He was funding an expedition into the new world rumoured to hold such wealth, both to the natural philosopher, and to those of more worldly concerns. As such, he had every reason to stand tall before the Society. Yet still, he was nervous. He had taken refuge on the balcony of his residence in Arlinsport, and was now waiting for Cooke to arrive to follow him to the conference. Perhaps his friend's unwavering confidence on his worth as a scientist (if not a sailor) would keep his nerves in check… _________________________ The house was built by a wealthy merchant in Arlinsport's early beginnings, and was now situated in the midst of the city's finest quarters, conveniently only a few minutes from the Society's Tiberian Chambers. Incidently, this rich merchant was Montoya's Godfather, so apart from spending much of this childhood and youth here, amongst the interesting flora and fauna of Tiberia, he had recently inherited the house, as well as considerable wealth. Thus, this charming townhouse was now his home, and the home to many of his collections. The top floor had been converted to a study, and the warehouse at the ground floor now housed a multitude of specimens, most of them waiting to be described, catalogued, and dissected. ________________________ C&C is, as always welcome. In this and my next few builds, the story will be more elaborate than usual, so I hope it makes sense. Here, my purpose was mainly to introduce the Society of Natural Philosophy, which I hope in time will be one of the scientific fraternities recognised by the Crown of Corrington. (And then adding Royal as a prefix to the name! ) I intent to build for this Society in the Future, and hope to see it grow with more members (And donors... ) The building has been sitting around for a long time, in several iterations. First as a modular building for my city layout, then as a townhouse for GoH. However, it seemed to modern there and was thus discarded. Luckily, it fits perfectly here, I think, and will be registered as a small residence. Thanks for reading!
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With all the villagers trained in basic sparring, Crynis moved on to the next step: training with real weapons. Each man or woman chose their preferred weapon from a pile amassed by the mercenaries Crynis had hired. Ragnor, the mercenaries' leader, personally oversaw each mock duel and gave the villagers important tips which would most probably one day save their lives. Now Crynis and Ragnor looked on as two such villagers began their first trial by combat. Truff the woodcutter, armed with a shortsword, and the fisherman Larne, wielding the spear he used to ply his trade. The two combatants circled each other, looking for weaknesses in the other's defense... Suddenly, Truff lunged without warning, striking at Larne's unprotected side with his sword. But the fisherman, instead of blocking the blow, leaned backwards, evading the woodcutter's strike. Truff, off balance, lost his footing and stumbled just as Larne brought the spear down on his back. He crumpled to the ground, defeated. As the victor helped his opponent to his feet, Ragnor approached the pair. Nodding gruffly to Larne, he addressed the woodcutter: "You're strong, and fast too, but you shouldn't rush into attacks. Be wary of your opponent's moves. And Larne, your trick worked this time, but you'll need to perfect it for it to work in real combat. Well done, both of you." Crynis watched, feeling a sense of pride. Her fervent dream was slowly but surely becoming a reality... Figless: C&C welcome!
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I realized Davok and his 'men' did not really have an introduction yet. I am busy building a fortress where a story takes place, yet I made an introduction for the Bull clan first. Credits for the quotes aren't mine, obviously, yet the story is inspired by them :) My plot will be a bit isolated, so there is little clashing with the official story :) (Spoiler: there might come a larger battle, but just pretend, after the story, that it did not take place) The Bulls are a clan of warriors in the northern mountains. They are led by their selfstyled 'king', who sits upon is wooden chair in Bull's Eye Fortress. You will meet him next build. I, Davok Shieldbasher, am the captain of the warriors, and lead them into battle where that spoiled brat can't. Note: I did not say we are the good guys, nor that I am the good guy, nor that there exists something like a good guy. Be warned. Davok: "We were the warriors of the North," "Notorious and brave" "We'd never lost a fight in war, we feared not the grave" to be continued... whole build, almost forgotten
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Freebuild #2 Mar 2016 Great Scott! The White Skull captured a 3A ship in the last MRCA. The ship is called the Great Scott. Presenting my MOC of the captured ship to make use of the license. She is armed with cannons, swivel guns and blunderbuss. Great Scott by dr_spock_888, on Flickr The rigging was hand laid. The ratlines were a repetitious knot tying endurance test on the shrouds. More photos on Brickshelf (when moderated)
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March Freebuild 1 Can't MRCA without guns? Sweating under armed? That's why Bastion has an arms dealer in a totally non descript white building peddling his ware to whomever can pay. Patrons are not required to show ID or fill out any government forms or submit to background checks. He likes to be called "George". "George" has a fine selection of muskets, pistols, cutlasses, dueling swords, barrels of gunpowder and even body armour for sale. Right now, he has a spring break special. If you buy three, you get a free night at the Bastion's House of Pleasure. Don't miss out on this limited time fabulous offer. Just look for a plain white building down the street from the House of Pleasure. All sales are final and tax free.
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----- Freebuild; M = Monty Python; S = Sid Bass; W = Wedar Sitherius; T = Trevor Devington ----- You won't believe it. I was promoted. They said I'm an army commander now. That means I got my own office and my work is less dangerous. If you don't count bounty-hunting, ofcourse. I called Sid to share a pint or two with me ... M: Well, that's it. That's my new office. What do you think about it? S: Well, it looks nice. But don't become soft and weak, I'll still need you for a couple of missions. M: Yeah, yeah, don't worry. Tell me, what would you like to drink? I have lots of great stuff in those fridges. S: Okay, do you have any Rodian Ale, you know, that purple stuff we used to drink in the old days? M: Ahh! Something nostalgic? Ofcourse, wait ... S: What's that light? M: Ugh, alarm! Something's going on. Wait a moment ... M: What's wrong, Trevor? T: Apparently the tried to get rid off Luke Skywalker. Now we're searching for the person who did it. You have to call all soldiers under your command and send them out. M: Alright, alright ... M: Did you hear it? New mission. I'll send message to the nearby troops. But I think we need more soldiers. Do you know anyone who could help us? S: Do you know Wedar? M: Wedar the four-handed death? Isn't he a bit, well, mad? S: Hah, no, he's completly normal, just a bit eccentric. And you know, he hates Empire even more than trandoshans. And you know what he did to those slavers. M: Okay, okay ... Let's call him. S: Hello Wedar, mate! What are you doing? W: I'm cleaning my guns. What else should I do on a monday morning? S: Well, me and Monty have a special job for you. Something interesting and dangerous. Maybe with lots of fighting. W: Well, tell me more. M: You see, there's a traitor somwhere out there and we need someone to find him. He's cooperating with the Empire. W: Okay, okay. Wait, I'll come to your base. M: How does he know where's our base? It's supposed to be secret. S: See, I told you he's the perfect guy. W: Well boys, where's that traitor? M: Well, it's up to you to find this. Ask in the underground. Oh and we probably need him alive so ... M: Alright, now I need to send message to other troops. We'll do this another time Sid. See ya! To all units in the nearby sectors! There's been an attempt to kill Luke Skywalker. Suspect is a female human, a technician working for the Alliance. We believe she's just a smaller part of a big action, behind which is probably the empire. Ask everyone you know about anything they know about this situation. Act quickly. May the force be with you. ----- Please, score this freebuild.
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Shadows of Nar Eurbrikka; Freebuild: Cornell's Yellow Box Location: Kuat Time: 11 am Persons involved: Mads Heering; Stormtrooper Orwell Haggins; Stormtrooper Cornell Haggins; Stormtrooper Sgt. Wunderbar/Wunderschon/Sheisskopf/Schmeterling/??? The story: Three stormtroopers, Mads Heering the driver, Orwell Haggins the navigator and Cornell Haggins the gunner were driving through the wasteland of Kuat. Then they were searching for clues. Now they're waiting for a ship. Well done boys. Well done! Why are you saying this Sgt. Geschirrspüler? You completed your mission on Kuat! We sent things you found to the main base and now we're waiting for reports but you job's done! You're leaving Kuat! We're on Kuat? How? Nevermind, you're leaving it. And you're leaving it in style! In your own ship! Our own ship? That's great, but why? Well you did great job and you impressed superior officers. Now they're giving you chance to make a great career! Back to the ship. It's great! A brand new model, fresh from shipyards above us. Remember those dreams you told me about the other day Cornell? They'll become true. Those dreams when I was dreaming about flying in a giant yellow box? Yes ... Ugh? Huh? I like the color ... I knew you'll like it boys! Now hurry up! Later that day ... Sgt. where are you sending those idiots? You see, we always need boys like this in our Army. Imperial Survey Corps is in need for new men. Many have defected to the rebellion and a lot of others were well ... when you find a new planet there may be some dangerous specimens living on it. So now we're searching for troopers like these 3 to make things easier. We're sending them to the ISC base where they'll get more informations and then ... Well they'll be far away and still doing good things for the Empire. Conclusion: Please, judge this freebuild.
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Avalonian Countryside The beauty of rural Avalonia have few peers. From ripening fields to towering forests, the countryside is the heart and soul of the land. Local farmers have been tilling the earth for generations, and would like nothing more than to live out their lives in peace. However, the ambitions of greater men regularly disrupt these desires, and the young men sent to battle seldom return; some caught by the stray arrow or a sharp spear, while others are drawn in by buzz and adventure promised by the capitol. But for the people who get to live here in peace, there is no place greater. It's home. Have been wanting to build a more sizable representation of the Avalonian landscape for a while now. Tried to include different aspects of Avalonia, like fields, grasslands, moors and a few different types of forests. Hopefully it is an accurate visualisation of rural Avalonia This is my first time dabbling in microscale, and I found it both more fun and more challenging than I thought it would be. The main thing is that it allows for representing a large area with few pieces, which, with my current lego budget, is pretty critical. I definitely see myself building more in this type of scale. Thanks for watching, hope you enjoyed it! C & C always welcome
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