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The desolate ruins of an inn stood up in stark contrast to the blue sky. Ruin and desolation. This was what war led to. A little boy presently appeared in the courtyard, wrapped in a cape that was a bit too large for him. He fought back tears as he surveyed the sad scene. Determination was visible in every line of his countenance. "I will avenge you, father!" His voice choked. He held a short knife in his right hand. Slowly, sadly, he turned to leave. When he reached the last point from which he could view what had been his home, he looked back briefly. Then, shaking his fist in the direction of the enemy who had consummated the tragedy, he pursued his way. But wherever he went, he would always remember that day. And the thought of it would, for good or ill, nerve his arm in battle and steel his conscience in deeds of war. Deeds perhaps as dreadful as that of which he had become a victim. Because war feeds on itself. And it leaves no one unchanged. Sorry for the rather melodramatic story. Here's a shot of the whole build! Credit to MKJ for the idea of an inn with a walkway underneath!
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A Freebuild for the Guilds of Historica, and the next Episode in the story of Adira Navabi. Check here: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=110813 and the ones before it for backstory. The wind whispered through the trees, swaying their branches in accordance with it's patterns, and carrying the scent of their blossoms to every bee within it's range. Adira smelled deeply, and smiled. The apple tree swaying above her seemed to send all it's best smells to her nose, as if it too were wishing her safety in the coming battle. The thought of the battle intruded upon Adira's bliss like a black mist, seeping into every part of her mind and demanding all of her attention. The Desert King forces had been sighted at the mouth of the valley a few days ago, and would be here any day now. All of the able bodied men would be arming up in the town, including whoever owned this orchard. A sudden loathing for what she was about to do overtook Adira as she stared across the orchard, full with the blossoms of spring. Who am I to bring down the hand the Desert King upon these people, these people who live day by day and whose only worries are I the rain will come late our not? “Lady Adira, the men await you in Estolad.” It was Havers. Adira knew without even turning. She could distinguish his unique mix of the Western and eastern dialects anywhere. She spoke without turning. “I can't do it, captain Havers.” There was a pause, then Havers spoke, his words slow a measured. “I can not speak for all the inhabitants of Estolad, but I believe I speak for the majority when I say that when we voted you as our head, that we would take whatever came for it, whether that be peace or war, life or death. If these people can have such courage as to trust you with their lives, you can at least lead them to the best of your abilities.” Adira turned on Havers, her showing a strange mixture of anger and sadness. “But how can I do so in good conscience? If I do, at least some of them will die. And even if we are victorious, and drive the Desert King forces back out of our valley, what can I promise them but a guarded peace, always in fear of another invasion? I would destroy their peace of mind forever.” Havers let out his breath slowly, staring past Adira in deep thought. Finally he focused on her again. “We can not have everything we wish for in one life, or in any number of lives, so we must choose the lesser of two Weavils*. In this case it is our decision whether we wish for security of our lives, though we be slaves to the whim of an Un-dead Tyrant, or Freedom to choose as we wish, to worship as we wish, though we be forever in fear for our lives. These people have chosen Freedom over security, and they have chosen you to lead them. You can only do as much as you are able, and they wish for no more from you.” Havers turned and started down the road back toward the town of Estolad, his motion halted yet smooth on his peg leg. “The men await.” Adira paused, taking one last look over the orchard behind her, then followed Havers down the road toward Estolad, battle, and a future that would define the history of Kaliphlin forever. To be continued... The build. Just a quick one to continue my story. I gave a try at using the tree-leaves from altBricks, a Lego off-brand store, and I'm not sure what to think. Thoughts? *Ten comments to the person who can tell me where this quote is from. Soli Deo Gloria & Sola Gracia!
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The wind gamboled through the trees, Swirling through the leaves, Tossing them around as it pleased. That last d is silent. But pardon me, I have yet to introduce myself. I am Sir Akute Liddel Studd. Personally, I find the name Akute rather too bizarre for my taste, so I go by Liddel. Or, if you wish, you may call me Liddie. I sign myself Sir A. Liddel Studd. It has a nice ring to it, I think. Well, the wind was being windy, as usual. The sun was sunny, and the grass was grassy. On the whole, it was a very nice day. A perfect day for spending a few minutes by my favorite stream and trying to see if I could make sense out of all the latest confusing happenings. It was weird. This giant island had just popped up out of nowhere. Literally! No one, except those musty old Petraea University doctors, even knew it existed until just days ago. Then, on the other side of Kaliphlin, this half-cracked nut strutted around and called himself the Desert King. The High Council didn’t seem to know what to make of it all. I was in the same boat. Everything was very strange. Meanwhile, I had to choose a side. Well, that wasn’t completely true. Of course, I could just stay neutral. But I didn’t want to stay neutral. There was going to be a war and I wanted to be in on it! Besides, I had a hunch – a strange sixth sense. Maybe there was more to this island then just a bunch of ancient historical tales. And more than that, it wasn’t reasonable for the High Council to treat the islanders – Ulanders or Ulandians, they called themselves – with such contempt, peremptorily refusing to recognize their part in Kaliphlin’s government system. And it certainly wasn’t reasonable for the self-proclaimed Desert King to expect us all to bow to him now. But so what? Who cared what was reasonable for the Desert King and the High Council? What was reasonable for me? There were really two options. Follow what my judgement told me would be the logical thing – keeping Kaliphlin the same as it had always been, with the High Council – or, throw reason to the wind and follow my gut. What good is reason? I followed my gut. * * * So that was how I got from a peaceful stream to an overhanging rock in the middle of the ocean, in training, fighting against mock mummies for the security of Ulandus. And not just that. I was at the important battle in the Witherwoods – or somewhere like that, I never was any good at place names. You may have read my dispatch. Ageven never did get me to understand how it got leaked, but somehow it did. Well, we won that battle. I’m right glad to think I had something to do with it. But… we lost most of the other battles. Even ones I was present at. We lost the battle to take over the sands of Kaliphlin. We lost the battle to keep dragons away from the southlands. We lost the battle to make a bubbling swamp into a recreational oasis. We lost the battle to keep our capital. And we really lost the battle to take over Kaliphlin’s capital, Petraea. I blame that on the fact that Ageven couldn’t remember my name. And on the fact that Maxersine – or Dratiphe, I’m not sure which one – messed up on the date of the battle. It’s a good thing I make a point of being early! But we didn’t give up! Not us! We manufactured this elaborate plan to sneak into the Desert King’s capital and kill off the highest official we could find. With our track record though, the result shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. We lost. And I started to think that my gut had been more or less totally wrong this time. * * * Still, just because we lost all those battles didn’t mean we had lost the fight. And it didn’t mean that all my hopes were back in the same place Ulandus had been before it rose from the ocean. But before we get into that, I should probably explain what my hopes were. * * * The fact is, I had a brother. Oh, I know, that doesn’t sound so impressive. But my brother was far older than I, fifteen years older in fact. I never knew my parents, and it was my brother who raised me until I was ten. He was a bit of a harum-scarum sort of youngster. At first, he was just playing pranks on everyone and everything, but gradually he became more and more adventurous. Early on, he would drag me around with him. To say truth, I rather enjoyed that. Once we spent a few days roaming around the Salt Sea. Then, another time we dropped by the Island of Gorr. Those were the good days. But then my brother decided that this was no life for a youngster. He wanted me to settle down, he said. Personally, I thought it was already too late. But I was left with a large family that had been friends of my parents. My brother went off on his own. I enjoyed my life there, it’s true. They were kind to me, and I was allowed to ramble around the countryside, as long as I was back in time for supper. I remember once when I got so excited exploring some ruins that I didn’t get back to my adopted parents until bedtime. Fortunately it was summer and still fairly light. But I sure caught it that time! Every so often my brother would come back, full of adventurous, exciting tales of his travels. I burned to be older and able to roam around like him. But one time, he didn’t come back. I waited. And waited. I must have driven everyone around me nuts by my importunate questions. One day, a passing merchant informed me that he had met my brother near what is now Auner. He was about to embark on a voyage to the “deep south,” the merchant said. He had tried to dissuade him – unsuccessfully of course. That was all I ever heard. Years later, when the threat of war became imminent, I told my adopted parents of my plans to fight for Ulandus. They shook their heads, but let me go. I had a bigger reason for fighting for Ulandus than just a desire to be in on it and to stick up for the underdog. I had a weird feeling that somehow, this island would provide a clue. Why had my brother disappeared? Where had he gone? At the outset, my inquiries weren’t very helpful. Thanks to the introduction provided by Ageven Deraim, the First Centurion did interest himself a bit on my behalf, but no one seemed to know what had happened. So I gave up the quest – for the time being – and went on my way to fight Ulandus’ battles. * * * Well, as I’ve already stated, we pretty well lost the first campaign. And things weren’t shaping up too well for the next three. For the matter of that, I had pretty well lost my brother’s scent. And things weren’t looking good about getting it back! But in the interim, and despite the Desert King hordes, I did a little poking around. I discovered that, in fact, my brother had taken a voyage to the south. And I discovered that the ship he had voyaged in had never returned. Not only that, but a ship that answered pretty closely to the description I had was found wrecked on the Ulandian coastline, near the brand new Serpent’s Crawl. But there my information ended. No one seemed to know of any survivors. In fact, one of the peasants nearby assured me that he had visited the wreck the very day it arrived and had counted out 24 bodies, which had been buried the next day. In fact, I could still see the 24 little mounds. But there had been 25 people on the ship. What were the odds that the missing one was still alive? And what were the odds that he was my brother? In any case, obviously the best place to look was right around the wreck. So I started there, and gradually expanded my search, until I had visited every house within a three day’s walk. Nothing. No one knew of any shipwrecked voyager that had passed that way three years before the crawl was lifted. One day, dispirited, I walked along the crawl itself. Suddenly a deceptively secure looking patch of moss gave way. I found myself tumbling down the steep, muddy banks, clutching anything that looked like it might offer a handhold, rolling down with gathering speed, like a snowball. Only I think I looked more like a mud ball. I landed splat in a pool of water. I wiped the mud and leaves out of my face and looked around. Right in front of me I spotted a rather dirty and disheveled individual. To say truth, at first I mistook it for my reflection. I dare say that was about what I looked like at the moment. Before we go any farther, I may as well as put you out of suspense at once. It was not my brother. And I should also mention that, back in Xerxia, the capital, the victory parades were being celebrated – rather prematurely, I thought. But then, if you’re doomed to lose, you may as well as have the victory party first. You won’t get much of a chance to later! Besides the customary pageants and finery and whatnot, they were also going to honor some nincompoop who had spent three years on a super-secret underground task and finally discovered the key to raising the Serpent’s Crawl. All that was part of the reason I hadn’t had trouble getting permission to poke around down here. Anyhow. To return. Naturally, I asked this man the same thing that I had been asking everyone I saw for the past three days. “Did you see a sailorly looking young man with blondish hair, kind of like my own, and dark eyes – also kind of like my own – in or around this area, about this time four years ago, having just been shipwrecked and being the sole survivor of a crew of 25 – 24 of whom lie buried near their ship yonder – and who had just come from Kaliphlin’s mainland?” (The first few times I had just said, Kaliphlin, and nearly got ducked into the ocean for it. These Ulandians are very staunch on their identity as Kaliphlinians!) To which most people replied, “Would you be so kind as to repeat that?” This particular individual was no different. After I went over it two or three times, he said that unless I was talking about the nincompoop who had raised the Serpent’s Crawl, he hadn’t seen anyone. I made some sort of disagreeable navel sound and prepared to climb back up. Suddenly I stopped. It was like a brick hit me on the head. Maybe this nincompoop – er, hero – was my brother! Well, there’s no use dragging it out. He was. So, despite my complete dislike of camels, I rushed back to Xerxia. And we – well, I wish I could say that we lived happily ever after, but we’re not dead yet. So I don’t know. For what it’s worth, so far, so good! The builds under spoilers are the ones that were also category C entries. 7 of them, and 7 other builds. I'm afraid the size doesn't quite match up in some cases but I was rather running out of time there toward the end! Comments are welcome! 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Amidst the cheers of the populace, the victory parade rumbled down the street. Flowers strewed the gold colored streets, and the flags lined the avenue. Up ahead, Ageven stood ready to receive the symbol of the Desert King's power, now in the hands of Ulandus! If only the actual power were there too. Anyhow! The parade marched on, figuring important characters from the previous campaigns. Lights and pomp flashed up and down the street. Ageven stood up and gave a long, victory speech. It sounded kind of eloquent. But perhaps it was merely evaporation. After all, that's the way to do it! Victory first, war afterwards! A complete overview: I tried to experiment with different kinds of lighting - thus the green hue in the first picture... I can't say it turned out overly well... I also would have liked to build something a touch bigger, but se la vie! C&C appreciated!
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A Freebuild for the Guilds of Historica, and a continuation of my story with Adira Navabi. Reference this build: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=109756 for backstory. The world was still. No wind, no birds, nothing. Only the ragged breathing of the soldiers, and the firmness of the mountains beneath them. The dry season had come to Kaliphlin, and the Rakath mountains were no exception. Adira wiped an arm over her forehead, regreting now her choice of outfit for the day. Sure, it was still cold, but with all the winter-gear she was wearing it didn't feel very chilly. Things got even better after you add in a brisk walk, more like a crawl, up the almost vertical mountain face that had swallowed most of their day into it's sweat-soaked depths. Adira wasn't happy. Judging from the silence behind her, the troops weren't in the best of moods either. Fattened by the fruits of Berigora, they did not take kindly to such a strenuous endeavor as this. Adira had only been able to obtain several score of them, but she could make do with those, she thought. But with the Desert King patroling all of the lowlands, she had thought it saker to take a rout through the Rakath mountains. So far, she had been right. A shaodw fell across Adira's path. Absently she wondered which of the men had ventured ahead of her and looked up. A lone figure, wielding a drawn sword, stood at the crest of the hill. The setting sun fell squarely on his chiseled face. That's definitely not one of my men! The man took a few steps forward, apparently unperturbed by the High Council soldier's evident show of hostility. He looked squarely at Adira and a sardonic smile passed over his face. She watched apprehensively as he raised his hand, then dropped it. Almost immediately, all along the ridge, a host of Desert King archers appeared, arrows notched. Adira gulped, and a sense of dread started to pool at the bottom of her stomach as her gaze swept over their ranks. Looking into the eyes of their leader, she knew this was no chance encounter. Their on to me! I must be compromised! But by whom?... Their leader strode forward, a swagger in his step. He wore strangely rustic apparel for a Desert King officer, but he was clearly was Kaliphlinite. At least he's not one of those undead helpers of the desert King, or even worse, from Nocturnus. The man stopped a few paces in front of her, smiling like one who has his enemies in his hands, and knows it. “Good day, Adira Navabi. I didn't think I would ever come across another of my family fighting against the rightful Ruler of Kaliphlin, but apparently I wasn't the last one left.” Adira's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. Was it Possible? Had the renowned Amir Navabi switched sides? Gradually an anger, fiercer even then the anger she felt for her true parrents, started to fester within her. She felt a rough hand on her arm, and Udgr's raspy voice sounded in her ear. “We are ready to sell our lives for Kaliphlin, at your command. I will help you fight the traitor.” “That would be most unwise.” Amir said, his smile never leaving his face. “You know all your men would die, little sister, whereas they would at least have a chance at life in the hands of the gracious and merciful Desert King.” “All we need is your word, Captain.” Udgr said, not bothering to whisper now. Adira held up her hand, never taking her eyes off of the traitor before her. She knew what she was doing was selfish, and probably in the end, fruitless, but her anger called for no less. “Wait.” She motioned toward the sword in Amir's hand. “You know how to use that thing, do you not? Then show me.” A shadow crossed Amir's face. “You know the outcome of such a duel, and yet you still wish to fight? And why would I fight you, when I have nothing to gain by it?” “You have everything to gain by it.” Adira answered coldly. “If I lose, my men stand down.” A vicious smile crossed Amir's face, but Adira wasn't done. “And if I win, you're men let us pass.” Udgr grabbed her arm. His voice was urgent. “Do not do this, Captain! You know the outcome of such a duel! The traitor Navabi is one of the most renpowned swordsmen in Kaliphlin!” “I put the decision in your hands.” Adira said, ignoring the goblin at her side. “If you say yes, then we fight. If you say no, then my men will sell their lives dearly. Which shall it be?” Amir glanced over her, thoughtfully. Finally he nodded. “I accept.” Adira drew her sword, shaking off Udgr. Now was the time for revenge. Amir had died to justice, now he would die in reality. Amir made the first move. Stepping forward, he sliced toward Adira's head with lightning speed, then back-handed toward her abdomen. She blocked boith blows with relative ease. He's just playing with me now, testing me defenses. I should as well. I need to find a weekness while he is still warming up. Adira jabbed at Amir's torso, then made a cut towards his neck. Amir's hand moved lazily to block both, and for a moment Adira thought she saw him roll his eyes. Anger again swelled up in her, and she made a quick lunge at Amir's side. Amir seemed surprised at this, and was barely able to block her blow. Satisfaction filled Adira, and she pressed her advantage, slicing upward toward his chest. Suddenly Adira felt a pain in her hand, and her sword was wrenched from her hand. The was a dull thud as it hit the ground a few feet away. Adira looked up toward Amir's face only to feel his blade against her neck. His cold eyes stared into hers down the blade. Adira braced herself for the thrust she knew would come, but it never came. He jerked his head toward the silent soldeirs behind her. “Order the,m to lay down their arms.” Adira considered for a moment the possibility of ordering them to fight, despite thye blade at her throat, but then remembered her promise. If there was one thing she had learned from her adopted father, Magdeburg, it was to keep your promises. That was what made him such a successful businessman. Slowly she nodded. Amir smiled humorlessly, and sheathed his blade. “I considered killing you there, for a few seconds, but in the end decided it wasn't worth it.” He motioned toward the crest of the hill. “Take you're leave, while I am still in a good mood.” Adira stood motionless, her anger simmering within her. Finally she motioned toward Udgr and Sirhan. “I will not leave unless these two come with me.” An unpleasant look crossed Amir's face. He glanced over Udgr, and his eyes rested on Sirhan. After a few second he seemed to come to a decision, and he motioned for them to leave. “Fine then, take them with you. It matters not to me.” Adira slowly reached down for her blade and sheathed it. She felt more then saw all of her men staring at her, accusation in every one of their eyes. She tried not to think of what their fate would be. At least they will be alive... Slowly she strode up the hill, followed by her two silent officers. No one spoke. She glanced back to see Amir's eyes on her, condescending and triumphant. Her jaw set and she continued over the rise. Udgr's voice was at her side. “Do we attempt to free them at nightfall, Captain?” “No.” Adira answered, her voice hard and her eyes set strait ahead. “They will be expecting that. We continue on to Estolad.” To be continued... The build. I'm sorry for the out-of-focus Pictures, but I hope the build/story make up for it. From now on I will mostly be focusing on story, so please stay tuned! My next one should be up in a few days to a week. Soli Deo Gloria & Sola Gracia!
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Title pretty much says it all! Into the water too, no less! A bit of an experiment with the different scale figs. After all, it works pretty well! C&C welcome!
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A counter to Garmadon's F1 guerrilla. As most Historicans know, the Doctors of Historica at the University of Petraea are unrivaled at applying their knowledge to the betterment of Kaliphlin, but they hide perhaps some of their most impressive achievements. One of these are the great sun rays guarding the entrance to the Inland Sea. As a Ulandan privateer found out, there is no "sneaking" through the shelter islands to the Inland Sea. The great sun rays collect the intense Kaliphlin sun through a reflecting dish; then, through a series of lenses provided by the University, turn the sunshine into an intensely destructive ray of light and heat. The privateers' ship never stood a chance--especially since they were trying to sail (unsuccessfully) into the wind with a square-rigged ship! Garmadon!!!!! I spent probably an hour jacking around with this silly thing--after I built it! Unless you did something I couldn't figure out, nothing of importance is actually stuck to anything. Plus, me in my (clearly) infinite wisdom decided to more or less link the unstable ship to the extremely unstable tower with the death ray! I can't tell you how many times I knocked something down. Anyway, you can add me to the same list MassEditor is on. Also, I'd like to claim the microscale credit for UoP. C&C appreciated.
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It seemed like the Desert King was taking over. Square after Ulandian square had succumbed to his voracious appetite. Things looked like they would never get better. Until the Ulandians lit a beacon. A beacon calling all true Kaliphlinians to rally round their standard. A beacon warning all the enemies of freedom to beware. A beacon of hope. We may have lost the battle. But the fight's not over yet! Whew. I think that was the last week for guerrillas. Man, I thought this day would never come! C&C welcome!
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Counter to MKJ's build. Turns out the Scarlet Magnolia tried to pull off the same ol' trick again. But we Ulandians aren't about to fall for that! Hiding behind the skeleton?! Seriously?! Been a little while since I've done an interior, this was a fun build!
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The underground base of the Southern Dwarves in the Kaliphlin Rakath Mountains... This young dwarf reflects on how much his life has changed since the war started. Before the war started and the Southern Dwarves declared their support for the Desert King life was very different. Back then the dwarves focused more on the arts and craftsmanship, but these days sculpting and carving are not considered a priority and have been put aside in order to make more room for weapons and supplies for the war. Nowadays inventors only job is to create weapons of war... and the alchemists brew deadly concoctions designed corrode or explode The forges are lit day and night as dwarves workers build weapons to arm the Desert king's forces. and now the young dwarf must grow up from a kid to a man as he prepares to go to war and fight for his King... Extra pics: The desk A shelf C&C appreciated. I am still not to happy with some of the pictures, but they are all WAY better than before
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In the aftermath of the tragic Kaliphlin cival war, an embassy is setup in Mitgardia to promote trade between the two guilds for supplies valuable to the rebuilding efforts in Kaliphlin. Edit: I have no idea why the photos from flickr are no longer showing, the flickr album can be found here https://www.flickr.c...157654967291508 I will redo the deeplinked images when time allows.
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Al Amarj Island has long been a popular stopping point for pilgrims, tourists and soldiers seeking a quiet posting. Known as the Pearl of the Southern Seas, Al Amarj Island is located several miles offshore of the southwest Kaliphlin coast. The island has been occupied for hundreds of years, first by natives and then succeeding waves of colonizers. At first came the peasants fleeing strife on the mainland, but the soldiers and priests were soon to follow. Then merchants arrived to take advantage of the new market while the ruling politicians arrived soon after. Each group left their own mark on the island through its varied architecture. A temple built inside the island is a frequent stop. Since then Al Amarj has served not only as a pilgrimage and tourist site but more importantly as a headquarters for the High Council war effort. Protected by unassailable cliffs with only a single path to its top, the island is considered impregnable. Guarding its beaches and high officials are some of the finest warriors in all of Historica. In Kaliphlin's times of need the island has often been indispensable as a strategic location. In this terrible civil war, Al Amarj is again finding use as a command post and as a staging ground for espionage operations throughout the region. A select group of merchants, laborers and craftsmen are vetted to live and barter on the island. They cater to the tourists and pilgrims who visit the island as well as other fulltime occupants. Al Amarj has long served as an important strategic location for the High Council. (Telescope design by Gideon) War has never touched the shores of Al Amarj, and the island has enjoyed an uneasy peace while fighting rages on the mainland. But it appears as if Al Amarj will finally enter the war. Familiar faces foretell treachery on the island. And silently, in the dark of night, it seems the Desert King is preparing to spread his conquest even here. ---------------------------------------------- Hello! Really glad that, after four months, I'm finally able to share this with you guys! (So is my wife, who hasn't seen her dinner table in that time) I started this build in February before the civil war broke out. I know Cat. B is supposed to be in one thread, but I figured it would be ok to post this separately while I prepare a few of my other entries for that category. Plus, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to tear into this build a little bit for Cat. D. You can expect to see new photos and other details of this build when my Cat. B is completely ready. Can't really say how many pieces this is, but if you guess the exact amount I will give this MOC to you haha! Considering the luck I've had with transporting other builds, I was very surprised that this MOC held firm for a six-hour roundtrip on Arkansas' crappy highways to a LUG display in Little Rock. There I was interviewed by a television news reporter who featured my build on the 6 o'clock news, no doubt in between two stories highlighting Little Rock's very high murder and crime rate. This is how I imagined the headlines: "First, we'll hear an announcement by the Little Rock Police Captain on the escalating gang war in the city's north end. We also have a report on several arson-related fires in the downtown area, and why corruption charges have been filed against two Little Rock aldermen. Finally, at six o'clock, we'll talk to Patrick about his LEGO hobby." Anyways, thank you guys so much for looking, I really enjoyed this one and I hope you do too!
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"So here we are," one minstrel hissed to another. "Look at it! Are we in Nocturnus, or Kaliphlin?" "I know - two Nocturnian flags to every one Kaliphlinian!" Then the second speaker continued in a louder tone, "Here we are boys! The city of cities, capitol for the majestic, the glorious, Desert King!" The rest of the gang broke out in confused murmurs of admiration. "How well the citizens around here fare!" one of the minstrels continued, in a show voice. "Without a doubt, the city of the Desert King is the city to be in!" The small crowd that had gathered around the band nodded their approval. Behind them, however, a Desert King guard pushed is way over with a scowling face. "Hold it there," he growled. "We don't need none of your flattery. Get back to whatever place you came from. We have our own victory parade and don't need any help!" The minstrel who was evidently the leader ignored the guard and turned towards his comrades. "You hear that! A victory parade! Boy are we in luck! Just in time to sing the praises of the glorious Desert King all throughout town! Man, I hate to think what the parade might have been like if we had gotten here too late! This is just perfect!" "Hold it right there, I say again! You're not getting in no parade. You're not getting in no city!" "What?!" the head minstrel exclaimed in fake astonishment. "You refuse our beautiful music? Straight from the halls of Petraea University, I assure you. Here boys, lets give 'em a line," he added, nodding toward the growing crowd. And without further ado, the entire band struck up with an impressive cacophony that could be heard for miles! At the end of their brief performance, the crowd cheered wildly. Reluctantly, the guard yielded to the people's wishes and let the minstrels through. Another close-up: A view around the back: Comments are welcome! Thanks for checking it out! -
My last module for a large collab with soccerkid6. The Katoren Gardens are well known throughout Kaliphlin, and have many different kinds of flowers. Sir Glorfindel is currently staying at the guesthouse there: More pictures can be seen here: Link C&C much appreciated
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Ulandus may not be doing to terribly well, but we're still more than ready to chase those mummies right up a tree! And when mummies are caught trying to hide in saplings... bad things happen. To them. Runnnnn! A shot of the vig by its lonesome. It was nice to finally work at a size where I could actually do some dense ground grass!
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With Ageven off in Qarkyr, the few inhabitants of Auner were left to scratch their heads and wonder what best to do to fend off the immanent threat posed by the Desert King. So they decided to put their heads together... and what better rendezvous then the settlement's inn? The other side: You haven't seen half of it yet though... this inn actually opens! The interior is fully playable! A close-up shot: So the inhabitants spent a few hours brainstorming together, and they quickly decided that obviously, the thing to do was to get rid of the DK tax collectors! And just how would they do that? That's Garmadon's business! Inspired in part by soccerkid's recent opening castle. This was really a lot of fun to build, especially the yellow roof. It fits together very nicely and is remarkably sturdy - for me. You didn't think I would give up my home town without a fight, I hope? C&C appreciated!
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The serpent wanted a sacrifice. So the Ulandians decided to have a barbecue. A giant barbecue. A serpent barbecue. Would you like a cut? Of course, with all the active men off soaking the land with Desert King blood (or whatever flows through mummies veins), it was a bit of a challenge to cook it all with only older men and boys. Still, they managed somehow. At least there won't be any shortage of meat for a long time to come! Just the fire pit. C&C welcome! I would have liked to build something that really looked like robuko's monster, but unfortunately I don't have any of those eyes with me!
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Things got a little hectic as everyone and their dog tried to get a hand on the "Thing". But as usual, Ulandus came out on top! "This was NOT what I signed up for!" "I can reach... I can almost reach!" This was pretty fun, much easier to do the second time around - I remember having all kinds of trouble last time I tried this sort of balancing act. To be sure, it was only on one stud then, which I dare say made it even more complicated. Anyhow, the end result of this made me happy! Comments are appreciated!
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Guerilla attack on A15. While Everlast has been lost, the High Council still has supporters in the north east. Some of them have established groups of resistance, fighting for the Republic and the People. The High Council has despatched several vessels to supply these partisans with both weapons and other supplies. _______________ Hope you like my first attempt at a forced perspective - I think it works quite well However, I am not sure if this picture might be better: C&C very welcome
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A counter to LordDan's attack at L1 The civilian carrying the weapons slipped on the edge of the dock and fell into the river, as he fell, the weapons dropped out of his hands and floated away: Any C&C welcome
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Glad to see this warzone revisited! After Arcannon Cresentthorn pledged his support to the High Council to help battle the Desert King, High Council forces set to rounding up Arcannon's brother's supporters in the Wither Woods. The first traitorous elf hit the ground hard but the second managed to hang on to the line for a few seconds. It didn't matter though as they were both restrained and marched off to Arcannon's camp for questioning. More on Flickr, C&C appreciated!
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As Xersia (some random city that was apparently attacked by the DK) burns and falls to the Desert King forces some of the Ulandian officers and wealthy citizens try to escape by sea, leaving behind their allies in a mad rush to esape to the next square. Unfortunately for them the Desert King had been expecting this and ships were stationed outside of the harbor to hunt down the fleeing Ulandians. Also the water shifts from dark to light but its hard to see There is also kind of a street system in the city( light bley= roads) but Its only really visible in a birds eye view C and C appreciated EDIT: I guess this has to be moved so now it will be at M18, not O18
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Guerilla against the DK at A12 Not all lands of the Desert King enjoys the divine peace the myths have promised. Thus, not all the people have agreed to give up their freedom for peace and security, and some have risen to rid themselves of the tyrants placed to keep them in check. So is the case in the North East of Kaliphlin, where the populace is revolting against the local governor. At the banks of the dried out river in front of the city hall, they are driving the guards away and about to break down the gate to the residence to the never ending chant: "For the Republic! For the People! For the High Council!"
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My finished collab with LittleJohn. This is our largest build to date, with a base size of 66x98, and weighing in at 30.2 pounds. There are 70 minifigures in the city, including quite a few familiar sigfigs, see how many you can spot We constructed it over a 6 week period. Every building has a full interior, and every floor is accesible via stairs or ladder. There are four moving features: the windmill, the potter's wheel, the hidden trapdoor in the city hall, and the bell; see them in action here: The city buildings include: windmill, tower, gatehouse, potter's shop, tailor's shop, city hall, noble's house, palace guesthouse, and palace. Windmill module: link Gatehouse module: link Market module: link City hall module: link Gardens module: link Palace module: link The city of Katoren is growing quickly and has already become a prominent city in Kaliphlin. It is well known for it's thriving marketplace, and elegant palace. See lots more pictures here: link Well we hope you've enjoyed our efforts, we certainly had fun creating this slice of Katoren
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Counter to Jacob Nion's build. Inside a fisherman's hut near the serpents crawl a group of peasants were gathered, grumbling together over the hard times. "And things are just getting worse, what with this war and all! Did you hear the latest?" "Don't tell me!" exclaimed another, "I've had them out here three times already, taking all my food for their giant pet!" "What's this you're talking about?" interrupted an older man, the owner of the hut. "Those rascals of rats have bribed the cyclops that lives at the beginning of the new serpent's crawl. The only sort of thing he'll take is food. And where do you suppose the rats get the food?" "From us, of course!" ejaculated another young man. "There's got to be someway to stop this!" He sprang up and began to pace the small room. "That cyclops is just getting bigger and bigger too. He's almost triple his original size. Which means he demands more food than ever," the first speaker continued grumbling. "That's it!" exclaimed the young man. "He wants more food - well, let's give it too him!" The others looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean?" "Listen," he said, lowering his voice. "I'm not quite the peasant I seem. I'm actually a Ulandian soldier, and I have a few buddies here to back me up. Now here's the deal. You guys build me a giant pig and bring it to the rats. We'll hide inside it and undertake to give that big guy a bit of indigestion before all's said and done!" And so the plan was carried out, and the Ulandians were soon inside the Cyclops' stomach, where they slowly but surely began to poke and prod their way out. The extreme discomfort caused by their sword points soon caused Cyclops to go rather insane, and the rats were forced to flee for their lives. By the time they returned, the cyclops was torn into a mutilated heap with a group of Ulandian soldiers on top, who quickly chased the rats back into their sewers or whatever nasty place they came from! Inside the stomach... Overview. It looks slightly bigger than Jacob's but I believe it is actually very close to the same size. Bet you didn't know that Cyclops eats his live pigs whole. No doubt, especially when they're like this one, he finds them hard to chew. Another fun build for this challenge, I'm interested in seeing how you guys like the idea! C&C appreciated as always!
