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A conversation overheard in Bastion... "Let me get this right. They found a random rock sticking up..." "Yup." "And built a fort around it..." "Fort might be a strong word for it. It's a coastal battery. Barely more than a wall and a hut." "And someone volunteered to run this... wall?" "Which is why she gets the hut." -
Previously: Recruiting at Marco's This Is Not the Wealthy Housing of Rassilon Falling Out with Foxx Cantu's Fort in Rassilon Freddy's Trained Chickens The Viper Jail Break! Cantu's House Even a Pirate Has a Sweet Tooth La Oleon Captain's Cabin Tropical Fruit Decision Lumber Camp Freddy's Big Haul The Golden Dragon The Capture of "El Polla" Swamp Raid Pirate Lagoon Palm Tree Inn (this is being registered as a small Arts and Culture) The sea rats of Rassilon weren't big on anything that fell within the realm of cultured society. But one day an Oleander artist showed up who insisted that if he were allowed to bring a little bit of art into the pirate's lives, they would feel more enlightened as a people. He built a pedestal and began to chisel away some statues to grace the people of Rassilon. As the statues took form it was clear that it was an angel slaying a demon. When asked what the two figures represented the artist stated that the angel represented justice and the demon represented piracy. He said that he felt if the pirates of Rassilon had a permanent representation of what they faced if the persisted in their sins, that they may turn from their vile ways. The sea rats of Rassilon didn't like that, so that night they drowned the artist in quicksand and left him to dry on the beach. They added a few more touches to the rock-like artist and replaced the demon with him. Some say you can still see the eyes of the artist looking out in horror through the helmet they drowned him in. Now the sea rats say the piece of art represents how they make their own justice.
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Previously: Recruiting at Marco's This Is Not the Wealthy Housing of Rassilon Falling Out with Foxx Cantu's Fort in Rassilon Freddy's Trained Chickens The Viper Jail Break! Cantu's House Even a Pirate Has a Sweet Tooth La Oleon Captain's Cabin Tropical Fruit Decision Lumber Camp Freddy's Big Haul The Golden Dragon The Capture of "El Polla" Swamp Raid Pirate Lagoon Palm Tree Inn Statues of Justice Sinbad had stayed on board during Li Fang's attack at Pirate Lagoon. He still didn't like the idea about killing Corries and Ollies in cold blood, but the two groups had been about to slaughter each other at the lagoon so what difference did it really make? Left to their own devices, one of the two parties would have killed the other and then turned their attention on the Sea Rats. The recent Pirate Purge had shown that to be true. Just because they didn't want to follow a tyrannical king or pay heavy taxes to an unfair trade company the Sea Rats were labeled villains and scallywags. Perhaps he didn't agree with Li's methods, but he couldn't argue with the results. There was much Sinbad still wasn't sure about. He didn't know if serving under Cho had been better than serving under Li. Both men commanded respect and under both men the crew had seen gold flowing into their pockets. But under Cho there had been no expression of their freedom from the chains of the ruling nations. In truth they had acted little different from one of the Empire's lackeys while under Cho. Under Li they at least showed the Empires that they were free men, free to earn their money the way they wanted to. But was slaughtering men in cold blood really the best way to do that? Sinbad had been lost in thought as he walked through the hold but when he heard voices he stopped. "Listen men, we can't keep following this joke of a captain" said the man in the hat. Sinbad recognized all four of the crew members, even in the dim light of the hold. It appeared not everyone shared his view that Li's results were good ones. "He keeps sending us on wild goose chases!" the ranting continued. "We need a captain who actually has a plan, not just one who's out for his own personal glory. What does his glory get us? Not more gold, at least not for us!" "I say we bide our time until his back is turned and we push him overboard!" said one of the other pirates. "Naw, everyone would know who did it. We gotta make it look like an accident" said another. "Then we're all agreed. We'll find a way to get rid of the captain. Then we can get rid of his runt, that Sinbad" finished the boss in the hat. Well that wasn't something Sinbad expected to hear. The crew thought of him as a stooge for Li? Sinbad thought he had become a respected member of the crew. Could it really be that they just feared him like they feared Li? And no matter how much he disagreed with Li's methods, he wasn't about to let a bunch of low-life scum take him out. He would have to think of something. And soon.
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WARNING! The story below is a graphic one. Do not look at the pictures if you faint at the sight of blood! Previously: Recruiting at Marco's This Is Not the Wealthy Housing of Rassilon Falling Out with Foxx Cantu's Fort in Rassilon Freddy's Trained Chickens The Viper Jail Break! Cantu's House Even a Pirate Has a Sweet Tooth La Oleon Captain's Cabin Tropical Fruit Decision Lumber Camp Freddy's Big Haul The Golden Dragon The Capture of "El Polla" Swamp Raid Pirate Lagoon Palm Tree Inn Statues of Justice Secrets in the Hold Pirate Dojo Rumors were rampant with word of a possible treasure, but specific details were scarce. Captain Li of The Viper was determined to be the Pirate who would be known for getting the treasure. His crew spotted a cog known as Barell Belly (not shown in this post) in the distance and he decided to see if they had any information about the treasure. Of course, being the kind of captain he was, he decided to torture the information out of the crew. As they approached the cog, they realized it was a whaler. Li sent a small number of his crew out to retrieve the crew who were harvesting the whale oil while the rest of the ship took care of the Barell Belly. The whalers had just finished slaying the whale so the long boats were still a long ways from their ship. This allowed the small party from The Viper to approach without suspicion as Li began his attack on the Barell Belly. Li had commanded the men to bring back as many prisoners as possible for questioning. But the party's captain had other plans. As soon as they were out of ear shot he told the crew, "I'm itching for a fight today boys! Now we're going to kill the lot of these whalers and have some fun with it! We can tell the captain they put up too much of a fight to bring any of them back alive. You all with me?" There was a chorus of "yes" from all the crew except Sinbad. "And you, Sinbad" asked the leader. "Can we count on you?" "You're the boss, boss" was Sinbad's reply. "Good, now let's give them what for!" Three of the men were dispatched with brutal quickness, but Sinbad kept hesitating. He never had any intention of kill his man. But he was contemplating his next move. He was in a right sticky situation and he knew it. All four of his fellow pirates wanted him dead. And he knew they probably intended to kill him here and now and make it look like he died in the fight. But how was he to get out of his predicament? "Please, I'm the captain, I can pay you a ransom" said the man Sinbad was holding at gun point. "Just don't shoot me and we can both come out of this with what we want." Sinbad called over his shoulder to the leader, "Boss, he says he's the captain. Maybe we should take him back to Li for questioning." In that moment Sinbad knew what he was going to do. How had he ended up in this situation to begin with? He had chosen it. He had chosen to join a pirate crew because he didn't want to live by the rules his family and country had dictated he must follow without consulting him. His whole had been planned out and regulated without so much as a thought as to what he might want. So he had left it all behind to join a crew of men who made their own way in the world. He had even chosen to serve Li over his father Cho, as little as he liked to admit it, when he left Cho in prison. Being a pirate was really about being able to chose your own way, and dealing with whatever consequences there might be, good or bad. Sinbad was going to give this lot a choice. They could obey the captain's orders and bring this man back to Li alive, or they could chose not to and face the consequences. The boss called out, "Now Sinbad. We agreed, are you going to make this difficult for us?" The other men started to turn towards Sinbad so he made his move. Sinbad shot the first man in the face blowing him backwards. Then he leaped across the whale's carcass grabbing one of the harpoons on his way across. "You all had your chance!" shouted Sinbad. "You shouldn't have chosen to cross the captain and kill me." And with that he threw the harpoon through the flesh of the last pirate. His dirty task finished, Sinbad tied up the captain of the Barell Belly and sailed back to The Viper, still carrying the harpoon. OoC: Since I know someone's going to ask, the harpoon is from this set. Not a common piece, but I ran across it while I was making a Bricklink order awhile back and decided I really wanted to use it as a pirate weapon. And the orange hair is from the new Beauty and Beast set.
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Previously: Recruiting at Marco's This Is Not the Wealthy Housing of Rassilon Falling Out with Foxx Cantu's Fort in Rassilon Freddy's Trained Chickens The Viper Jail Break! Cantu's House Even a Pirate Has a Sweet Tooth La Oleon Captain's Cabin Tropical Fruit Decision Lumber Camp Freddy's Big Haul The Golden Dragon The Capture of "El Polla" Swamp Raid Pirate Lagoon Palm Tree Inn Statues of Justice Secrets in the Hold While Cho had been secretly hiding out in Rassilon he had contemplated his mis-fortune. His own son had left him to rot in a Mardien prison. His men had essentially mutinied against him and no one had come back to rescue him. He wanted his ship back and he wanted a crew to command. But as long as he had no gold, neither seemed like a reasonable possibility. While in town he heard the rumors of a treasure fleet bound from Nelisa. He decided to visit his old Sensei. He know that if anyone in Rassilon had information on the treasure, it would be him. "Sensei," said Cho, "I see you are still training men in the ways of martial arts. It seems that even Sea Rats can be taught discipline." "Yes," replied the Sensei, "You would do well to remember your old lessons. You seem to be lacking in discipline yourself these days if the rumors are true. Not even able to hold a crew together eh?" "Sensei," said Cho, "It was not I who lacked the discipline, but my son. He's the one who choose his own way rather than submit to me. But that's not why I'm here." "But it is why you should be." answered Sensei. "You think that treasure will buy your way back into power, but what you don't understand is that you are working with pirates. They exist because they do not believe submitting to their authorities is in their best interest. They want to choose their own way and reap the full rewards of it without having to share with anyone else. That is what your son understands and you do not. Sea Rats will not submit simply because the honor demands it. But they can have honor in their own way. If they respect the Pirate Code and their fellow men who uphold it, that is a kind of honor. But enough of my prattle, as you said, it's not why you're here. Come inside and I will share with you what I know of the treasure."
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Blimey, who the heck MOC us on this boring barren rock? I don't recall signing up for this call of duty. Matey, bring me another bottle of rum, BURP. Sea Rats Play Fort by dr_spock_888, on Flickr
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An unnatural calm has fallen over the Brick Seas. Sailing ships lie in harbour, pitch dripping from their rigging under the pitiless sun. Trade has ground to a virtual halt, with only galleys plying their way along the coasts, their rowers spurred by the incessant beating of the drum. Richard Walton, smuggler, has been trapped in Bastion by the lack of wind. He sits on the dock... and fishes. Robert: Hello Brother. How are they biting? I've brought you something to drink. Richard: Ahh, Robert. How very kind. How's business? Robert: For now, it's wonderful. The denizens of Bastion have little to do but eat and drink. But I fear they will soon run out of money, and there's precious few in this town to whom I'd extend credit. I can't help but notice the frigate moored across from you. Has the Corrington Navy come to haul us all off to jail? Richard: No such luck. I hear Corrington is cool and windy this time of year. No - I forget you're new here - she's the Nemesis. She's been under construction in the yard here for the last few months. She was delayed when Hurricane Stepho hit - the whole yard was washed out - but she's complete now. They just warped her over from the sheer hulk this morning. Now she's being provisioned. They must know something about this weather that I don't. Robert: So you're telling me that the Sea Rats have built a frigate? Don't you think that will cause some... shall we say... consternation among the other powers? The occasional smuggling and high seas robbery is one thing, but with a ship like that, no merchant will be safe. The Sea Rats will never be able to pass her off as commerce protection or whatever the latest excuse is. Richard: I don't know what they think. It can't come as any surprise to them. Everyone in Bastion knows - they've been building her openly with no real attempt at secrecy. If the intelligence services of the great powers are worth anything, they already know about her. What nobody knows is who has commissioned her. It seems like whoever is bankrolling her doesn't want anyone to know who they are. Probably so they won't risk arrest once she starts snapping up ships left and right. Even Phineas Studdington, the designer, doesn't know who is paying him. Robert: Phineas Studdington? The disgraced Corrington shipwright? Richard: The very same. He couldn't get a job in any reputable town after that incident with that Lord's daughter, but now he's here and he'll build for anyone who can pay. Robert: Well. All I can say - it's going to be a very interesting trade season. Assuming we ever get some wind, that is. Here are the real pictures with no set dressing. I have to admit I have a lot of trouble taking pictures of her. She's just too big for my crappy setup. One mini figure is included for scale (the elusive Phineas Studdington?)
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Freebuild #1 June 616 There will be order on Isla de Romantica through liberal application of gun powder and shots. Monkey spies are everywhere. Watch your flank. Cannon Wagon by dr_spock_888, on Flickr
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In the bars and taverns of Bastion all sorts of tales are told, especially once enough grog starts to flow. One such story is that of Captain Leon Dracken and the Witch Yolanda... ...a story that begins half a century ago, at the midst of the Forty-Nine Year War, when Admiral Leon Dracken of Oleon was charged with escorting a Priest of Hades to Oleon's early colonies to 'ensure their spiritual purity and discipline'. Not an unusual task, Dracken thought. And, as he would tell himself later, refusal could have meant death... ...but the company of soldiers the priest brought with him was unusual. While Admiral Dracken remained on the ship the priest and soldiers ventured inland to wipe out the followers of the Lord of Deep Waters. The results would be recorded by history as the Blackwater Massacre. The survivors were brought onboard Dracken's ship as prisoners to be taken back to Oleon. Dracken had no doubt any fate other than public execution awaited the prisoners... ...but a storm brought Dracken's voyage to a sudden stop as his ship was battered, broken and began to sink... ...the priest ordered the prisoners remain locked up for their heresies. Dracken disagreed, violently, and as the priest bled out on the deck Dracken tried to save those below... Oleon records that both Dracken and the priest went down with the ship ensuring as many of the crew made it to longboats as possible, and their story ends there. Elsewhere, the story sometimes takes a stranger turn... ...some tell that Leon Dracken and a Blackwater witch named Yolanda were the last to a boat, and that the storm separated them from the other survivors. That Dracken and Yolanda spent days aboard the longboat before the already scant supplies ran out. Dracken was the first to pass out from hunger and dehydration... ...only to awake on an unknown island where Yolanda lead him to a cavern. And within the cave lay a fountain of strangely glowing water... "For the lives you have saved," Yolanda said, "a reward. And for the lives you could not, the burden of your guilt. A life renewed." ...Yolanda bade Dracken drink... ...The effects were immediate, and quite painful... ...And so Dracken left that mysterious isle to begin his career as a pirate. Yolanda remained with him for a time, but eventually the two were parted. Of course, that is just a tall tale, the sort sailors like to tell, isn't it? To the east the real Leon Dracken and one of his crew, the witch Iosefka, have been following Father Tholeau's journal out beyond the known seas. "Hmm", Captain Dracken says to himself, "no one here." "You could hardly be expecting someone," Iosefka says, "from the wrecks on the beach it seems no soul has ventured in some time." "Expecting? No," Dracken says softly, "but hope is the curse of humanity." "I must ask," Iosefka adds, "have you been here before?" Dracken pauses to examine the fountain, filled with brackish green water. "Perhaps," He answers, quietly, "perhaps I have."
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Previously: Recruiting at Marco's This Is Not the Wealthy Housing of Rassilon Falling Out with Foxx Cantu's Fort in Rassilon Freddy's Trained Chickens The Viper Jail Break! Cantu's House Even a Pirate Has a Sweet Tooth La Oleon Captain's Cabin Tropical Fruit Decision Lumber Camp Freddy's Big Haul The Golden Dragon The Capture of "El Polla" Swamp Raid Continuing to believe that he would gain more riches by striking fear into the hearts of all around him, Captain Fang planned a raid against a group of Corries and Oleonders who were bickering over the ownership of a particular lagoon. Captain Fang and his band of miscreants attacked the soldiers and slaughtered them all.
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Dramatis Personae: Previously: http://www.eurobrick...opic=127388&hl= Somewhere on the high seas... Captain, it's no use! We can't catch the Absolutely Fabulous. Our ship is just not fast enough. Then feast your eyes on this latest marvel of Oleon engineering! I have commisioned a ship with double the sails for double the speed! Behold, the Bieber Fever! She has a speed rating of 6! Alois can't run from me now! HA HA HA HA HA HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!!! Sir, there's no ship class with a speed rating of 6 in this game. My dear, dear Dieter. Stop and think for a second. She can be whatever we want her to be if we don't license her! HA HA! The master naval tactician strikes again! That's genius, sir! Sir! The crew can't figure out how the rigging works! Nevermind that! There's the Absolutely Fabulous! FULL SPEED AHEAD!!! Sir, the Absolutely Fabulous is sailing through the narrow cliffs! We won't make it! It's too late! We'll hit the cliffs! BRACE FOR IMPACT!!! Alois, my love. You have beat me again like only you can. But I'll be back for you. I'll be back with all my heart. All comments and criticisms welcome!
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Log Entry, Captain Benjamin Morgan, Isla Del Diablo Bit by bit the dense jungle reveals more grisly secrets. My men were exploring the edge of the pristine boondocks, where the slander palm trees slowly begin to make way for larger exotic trees, when they discovered an ancient weathered shrine. With faces pale and a cold shiver running down their spine they stared at two strangely deformed heads, parched but not rotten, with their lids and mouths sewn up. The most curious aspect of these is their size; they are shrunken to miniatures. Did they belong to an unknown race of dwarves? Or was it black magic, lurking in the deep of this diabolic forest? And the most important yet most fearsome question: Who was it that did this godless atrocity to those poor souls? I see myself forced to lead an expedition into the unholy heart of this mystery one day. Something menacing is lurking in the shadows of Isla Del Diablo... ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm going to license this as small cultural property. I found it far better fitting for a cutthroat pirate island than some kind of high cultural building in a pirate town. Also I finally wanted to do the name of this jungle justice Thanks for looking!
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Previously: Recruiting at Marco's This Is Not the Wealthy Housing of Rassilon Falling Out with Foxx Cantu's Fort in Rassilon Freddy's Trained Chickens The Viper Jail Break! Cantu's House Even a Pirate Has a Sweet Tooth La Oleon Captain's Cabin Tropical Fruit Decision Lumber Camp Freddy's Big Haul The Golden Dragon The Capture of "El Polla" Swamp Raid Pirate Lagoon (This is being registered as a Large Artisan) Back in Rassilon, the Palm Tree Inn was in high demand. Freddy, still living off the gold he had earned from his big haul, had bought out the largest room they had and was regularly hosting parties. Others who had not been as lucky, paid for the smallest room. The individual in the smallest room was trying to stay out of sight. If any of the other pirates in the motel knew he was there, word would probably reach Li Fang's far sooner than he wanted it to.
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Somewhere in New Terra to the east of Halos with a copy of the journal...
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Dramatis Personae: Previously: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=132603 Currently, on an uncharted island... My calculations were correct. Here it is. What is it? This, Wilhem...ahem...Willy, is the legendary Fountain of Youth. I thought it was just a myth. From my research, I've learned that it is very much real. However, it's not of much use now, since it appears to no longer function. FOUNTAIN'T!!! I do find the statue in the fountain curious. Perhaps it was some sort of god or higher being? Whatever it is, it does look out of this world. Oh, stop with the stupid veiled alien references!! There are no aliens in this forum!! And no, this fountain doesn't have some sort of advanced technology to reverse aging that stopped working a long time ago!! Who writes this stuff?!?! That loser should go back to the sci-fi forum where they tolerate this kind of terrible writing!!! All comments and criticisms welcome!
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Log Entry, Captain Benjamin Morgan I heard word in several pubs and taverns in Bastion, that latewards a mysterious island had been discovered south of the Nest. Rumour had it that this barely explored isle was covered with dense jungle, hiding ghastly things in its deeps. Tales of a wild people came to our ears, men who used to serve any stranger who entered the land of their gods- either boiled or raw. But there were also rumours of large banana trees, countless springs of fresh water, fertile soil and forests filled with more game than any man could ever hunt down. Surprisingly none of the aspiring empires had claimed the land so far. We soon came to the decision that the promises of this island were too tempting to not risk an expedition. Too late to abort the journey, at the pier we heard the name that was given to it. Isla del Diablo, Devil's Island. Unimpressed by the gossip of the sailors we set sail to unknown shores. The sea was calm and the winds in our favour, and after one night and one day, Isla del Diablo came in sight. Although we could see the entrance to the large bay, that had recently be named "Bay of Horns", I gave order to surround the island in the hope that we would find a yet undiscovered part of the coast that was eligible for going ashore. I was in no way eager after joining the settlers that had already arrived in the bay; too soon it would be confined and cramped and well known to every man east of Terraversa. We eventually found a small beach area in the middle of a long cliff that appeared to frame nearly all of the eastern shore. The dense jungle was perilously leaning above the cliffs, blaring out a silent threat against every intruder. Dim scrub came down to the beach reaching almost to the calm billows touching the sand. Now it was time to release the first settlers into their uncertain fate. Even if it would emerge that this paradise really was the purgatory on our continuous way to Hades, we could at least feed on them...
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The last anyone else had heard of Jack Yharnam, her ship had got lost in the hurricane. Debris was found washed up on a nearby spit of land - quite by chance, actually, the crew were hunting for meat - but no trace of the captain herself. Everyone thought she had gone down with the ship... ...until she sailed into port one day in that monstrosity, the Mirthless Jest. Bigger than the Crow, more guns too. Gods only know where she found another crew for the thing. But there it was, bold as brass. I might just sneak in an MCRA results MOC before the end of the month but just in case I don't I figured I would post this up. I'll have to wait to license this, I don't have the DB for any kind of Class 3 ship and since this is bigger than the Crow I don't think I'll get away with calling this a Class 2. I'm still learning with BlueRender so I may add some shots of the details using the LDD's photo mode, but that will have to happen later.
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So I don't know what buttons I pressed but I can't get a good set of pictures of this using BlueRender, so he's the one good render. and some screenshots from the LDD that for some reason have no background. That was a surprise when I went to resize the image. The Night's Gold's sinister colours are a frequent site around Bastion and Haven. No one is quite sure how her Captain, Montgomery DuLac, manages to earn enough money to keep her afloat. It may relate to his good humour, easy going nature, ability to work with anyone and willingness to take any paying job. He even, occasionally, resorts to piracy - though he tends away from violence towards the prey's crew. After all, no point in needlessly raising a bounty on his head. Captain DuLac himself, making sure his ship is in good shape. He is not above hiring a few "less civilised sorts" as marines. Though some of them do not do much the rest of the time. I'm using my free license for the Night's Gold, classing her as a Class 2 Well Rounded.
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Grayther Drave pays many people to bring him exotic goods for his emporium in Bastion, but the Spiders may be his favourites. A team of expert treasure hunters, the Spiders take their name from the unusual little boat the sail around in; the Wight Spider. Some people claim the boat is not white enough for it's name. Drave tells them they misunderstand it. The Spiders - Talia, Gascoigne and Klaus - treat their vessel better than they treat anyone else, except, perhaps, Grayther Drave. The Wight Spider is a Class 1 Well Rounded vessel.
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This is a MRCA results MOC of the unprovoked attack and illegal seizure of the Great Scott by the ESL Blessed Angel. Notes: Title is based on losing my ships in 2 out of 3 MRCA so far. The Blessed Angel was an un-MOC shp. Cannon chain shots are pretty nasty. Poor faction seeks Pro Bono Lawyers
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Free build #2 April 616 The Sea Rats have a small weed plantation in the Bastion. The land is fertile in many ways. They have some huge weeds growing up high in the rows of grass. That Sea Rats fellow is going to need to get an appropriate weeder. A cutlass is not going to cut it. Weed Plantation by dr_spock_888, on Flickr
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Dramatis Personae: With the Wave of Knowledge, now we can sail from port to port and attend scientific conferences. Meanwhile, we can network and set up collaborations, as well as recruit faculty for the new university of Bastion. I'm guessing you'll register her as our free ship, a class 2 trade vessel? Indeed. She isn't the fastest vessel, but she can definitely carry specimens we discover on our scientific expeditions back to port. Her spacious hold also has enough room for the crew quarters and provisions. By removing the main deck, you can access the hold. Because a crew that sleeps together stays together! If you try to sleep with anyone other than Alois on this boat, I will rip your testicles off and shove them so far up your anus that you'll vomit them back out. ANATOMY!!! She also comes with a ship's boat and a pair of heads at the bow. Yes, my fantasy of defecating into a box in full view of everyone while being violently tossed about by the ocean waves can finally come true. My fantasy of watching you do that can come true, too! I swear I will kill you so hard, you will actually die twice. By the way, is there any reason why all the pictures we've shown are from the port side or bow? That's because the LEGO company got cheap and only prints the sails on one side, which forces fans of LEGOs to only display their builds from specific directions. Here's the ugliness in full view. Do you see this, LEGO? This is ugly! Help us help you by printing the sails on both sides! And that's that. I guess that wraps up this free build post. We're not going to reveal how the hull was assembled? And give away our secrets so others can copy our work? It's called "open source", get over it! Here's the bottom of the hull.... Wait! Stop! Too late! What have you done, Lucy!!! Oh, shut up! Comments and criticisms are all welcome!
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Saga of the Sea Rats, Volume 1: Piraat Rhys in Bastion Previous: Casualties of the storm... Next: The Bastion Otchet Ooc: this is intended to vaguely represent island 11 on the new islands map.... |~+=@&@=+~|~+=@&@=+~|~+=@&@=+~| Log Entry Capt. Rhys Flaidd DeTaillefer Unknown Island (Goma sha d'aya) SSE of Bastion, Day 158 After sailing through the night, we came upon Tzomo and Wooqui's island shortly after breakfast....to their people, it was known as "Goma sha d'aya." Our first two approaches to the island were failures....either steep escarpments of rock or dense stands of bamboo prevented us from landing.... Then, on the leeward side of a cove, we saw a promising stretch of beach...but someone was already there... Cleansing the natives by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr As I peered through the sightglass, I could make out some better details.... Oleander Conquistadors by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr Oleander Conquistadors..... I had hoped I would never again see them in my lifetime..... Led by none other than Holy Lucius Córdoba, the same vile man that had put my own family to death...leading to my new life in the Nest.... Lucius Córdoba by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr To add insult to injury....it appears some members of "La Noblesse" where there for entertainment.... Unknown lieutenant and well dressed lady by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr We were outraged..but outgunned, we could do nothing but watch as Tzomo's tribesmen were burned alive.... Olean Atrocities by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr They had been there for some time....completing their grizzly duties.... Previous victims... by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr "Let's get back to the boat, tomorrow, we show this Olean swine the wrath of the sea....." (Johnathan Livingston) Seagull by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr ====================================== Thanks for visiting! -
Saga of the Sea Rats, Volume 1: Piraat Rhys in Bastion Previous: A wonderful machine! Next: No one expects the Olean Inquisition... Ooc: Build is the 16x16 canoe with Tzomo and Wooqui....other shots just for story/update.... |~+=@&@=+~|~+=@&@=+~|~+=@&@=+~| Log Entry Capt. Rhys Flaidd DeTaillefer At sea, 7 hours SSE of Bastion, Day 157 Sailed South Southeast for several hours testing the new sail-plan and rigging....oh, and I got a new hat! A fresh new bicorne by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr We brought along some of our new friends to discuss some business as well...though that mostly consisted of sampling rum... Sampling Rum by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr Suddenly, Polly let out a tremendous squawk.... Colours of Bastion (fea. Polly) by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr There was a small craft coming towards us from the horizon.... Tzomo and Wooqui make their escape by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr As they approached, we could make out a rather fearsome warrior and some sort of holy man... The Head of Keev, kept by Wooqui for it's strong medicine by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr The warrior's name was Tzomo, and his friend was called Wooqui....they told a frantic story of escape from their island, where their entire village had been slaughtered...Wooqui carried a sack of intricate dolls that apparently represent the souls of their lost tribesmen... Wooqui's sacred dolls by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr Along with the dolls, Wooqui carried a staff adorned with the head of the tribes' former chief...it apparently has "strong medicine," whatever that is... They also had a box of long sharp teeth....which they claimed come from a beast called "Oonguum" that swims these very seas..... Sacred teeth of the Oonguum by Christopher Briggs, on Flickr We helped them aboard and listened to their fascinating tales.....and set sail for this island to see what was going on for ourselves.... ==================================================== Thanks for visiting!
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The crew of the Wight Spider sensed a tremendous opportunity on Ilse de Romantica. After all, Grayther Drave would pay a handsome fee for native treasures - and no doubt sell them on to buyers on the mainland for a small fortune. That part mattered little to Gascoigne, leader of the small mercenary band known as the Spiders. All they had to do was liberate those treasures from their current owners. Sometimes Gascoigne wondered if he and his crew enjoyed violence too much. A bottle of rum in their newly rewarded home soon put those thoughts to sleep.
