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Experimenting with some HDR photography techniques to try and get the lighting how I wanted... Looks like there have been some mixup on this alien’s first contact mission to Earth: perhaps not a complete bust after all Duplicate of first shot, but with a little bit more detail in the mix to see the actual construction
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*Your entry has earned 8 XP (x2 for limited challenge)* With the galaxy open again to non-humans, a Herglic shipwright finds his way to Kashyyyk to revive the shipbuilders guild lost during the Imperial occupation. -
The Secret of the 8 Provinces - Prelude The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 1st Chapter The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 2nd Chapter The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 3rd Chapter The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 4th Chapter The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 5th Chapter The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 6th Chapter The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 7th Chapter The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 8th Chapter The Secret of the 8 Provinces - 9th Chapter (you are here!) (Picture by Captain Braunsfeld... in case that wasn't glaringly obvious. ) Captain Cookie continued: Well, my lady, you know that Red Fandago had collected all the miniature ships and found all the maps. So he decided to charter a ship and set sail for the wreck. He took off his mask and changed his wig so that no one would recognize him, and as a further precaution, traveled to Eslandola and visited old Captain Argentum. _____Lady de Summer: Old Captain Argentum? Yes, my lady. You know Captain Argentum, who attacked the Oleonders and established the settlement of Nova Crablandia. His father. They had their similarities... Old Captain Argentum: So you'd like to charter my ship? Red Fandago: And I was about to say - you have a ship you'd like me to charter? Old Captain Argentum: I do, I do. As fine a ship as ever sailed the seven seas! She can boast of having put a hole through the planks of twelve Oleonder ships in three separate engagements! Not bad for a peaceful trader! Red Fandago: I'm amazed that you're interested in lending it. Old Captain Argentum: Well, my good sir, I'm not getting any younger, you know. These ol' timbers might not hold up much longer. And the truth is, my son - he's a flighty boy, you know! Always getting into scrapes. Can't seem to keep a ship afloat for more than a month. I'd rather see the Sparkle in safe hands. Red Fandago: That's me, definitely. Old Captain Argentum: Let's see. What do you do when you spot an Oleonder on the high seas? Red Fandago: Fire! Old Captain Argentum: Quite right. And what do you do when you see a Sea Rat? Red Fandago: Fire! Old Captain Argentum: Excellent! And what do you do when you spot a Corry? Red Fandago: Fire! Old Captain Argentum: ...? Red Fandago: A twenty-four gun salute, of course! Old Captain Argentum: Well said! Well said! And what is your opinion of King Fernando? Red Fandago: Fire! Ahem! I mean - Long live King Fernando! Old Captain Argentum: Your answers, sir, are excellent. My own son could not have responded better. And what, by the way, do you do when you see a crab? Red Fandago: Fire! Old Captain Argentum: ...? Red Fandago: To cook it, of course. Old Captain Argentum: Bravo! You are just the man. That is where my son trips up. He wishes to protect the crabs. It will get him into trouble one day, the foolish boy! Red Fandago: Unthinkable! Old Captain Argentum: Well then, you have yourself a deal! I wish you a prosperous voyage, and may the winds always be in your sails! Red Fandago: And in yours, good Captain Argentum! [to be continued...] A few more pictures of the forced perspective! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!
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How would your encounter with pirates end like?
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...So you see, that is why the moon gets smaller and larger. Any more questions? Yes. Is it true that the Duke is a vampire?!? Hmm... I hadn't heard that. Tell me about it! Ok, here goes... As the civil war raged in Nocturnus, Cassius set out with a group of his most seasoned comrades. As they made their way to Abyssian, they were slowly picked off one by one, by the native tribes, hostile environment and rebel soldiers, until only the duke was left. Just when he thought all hope was lost, he came up over a ridge and there he saw it. A castle, black as night, jutting up out of the ruby sea that lat in front of him. He wasn't sure which side the mighty fortress was allied with, but he knew he had no other choice but to head towards it. Besides, they had most likely already spotted him. He paused, gathered his wits, and began the trek down to the gatehouse. When Cassius got there, he was greeted by an opening portcullis. He saw no guards, so he decided to head towards the tower. When he got to the door, it opened. Inside was a pale man, dressed in ruined court dress. Welcome to my tower. I am Lord Shirl. Come in. You must be tired. To this, Cassius replied, "Yes, and I am parched. May I please have something to drink?" Of course. Follow me. They soon arrived in a room overlooking the walls. In the center was a raised pedestal, with a plain stone cup of some strange liquid in it. Cassius suddenly realized it was blood. "I hope you don't mind, this is all I have. I'm sure you'll grow used to the taste... After all, I sure have." Cassius tried to run, but was frozen in place. The vampire lord picked up the chalice, tipped back the Avalonian's head, and poured the liquid down his throat. Cassius felt a sudden peace. All his worries and desires slipped away, like fog in the sun. Hssss he though, the sun. How he hated it. "There, isn't that better? Now, return to your pretty green country. Don't worry, thrall, your master will join you soon... And then, you will create any army for me, and I will rule again!" So there you have it. We're ruled by a vampire. That's just plain stupid. Heck, that's stupider than the myth that Mitgardian ladies have beards! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whew! Glad I got that posted. This challenge has been a blast to build for, and I really enjoyed it! I'd also like to claim the following: Forced perspective Roofing #1 C&c appreciated!
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The battle between good and evil is being fought again! A peaceful wizard, minding his own business, is begin attacked by this... monster! A man full of evilness and jealousy... After the 'good' wizard slept with his wife, who was tired of her man constantly being busy with potions and magic, he wants to take revenge on him! Overall MOC MOC with blue sky background MOC in bird's eye view This is my first ''MOC'' uploaded to Eurobricks. I know it's nothing special but I just had to post this as it looks a fun build to me C&C is always welcome.
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1930, Friday 13rd June : 6am Henri Guillaumet say goodbye to his friend Antoine de Saint Exupéry before taking off for its 92rd flight over the Andes. Story of the Aeropostale by 74louloute, on Flickr Story of the Aeropostale by 74louloute, on Flickr He didn't know, but in a few hours, he crashed his Potez 25 at Laguna del Diamante in Mendoza, Argentina, because of bad weather. He walked for a week over three mountain passes. Though tempted to give up, he persisted while thinking of his wife, Noëlle, until June 19 at dawn when he was rescued by a 14-year-old boy named Juan García. He reached a village whose inhabitants could not believe his story. This exploit made him stand out among the 'stars' of Aéropostale. To his friend Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, who had come to find him, he said, "Ce que j'ai fait, je te le jure, aucune bête ne l'aurait fait." (What I have done, I swear to you, no other animal would have done.) More pics of the plane : ----- This is my first try at a forced perspective, I hope you guys will like it ! Critics and comments are welcome.
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Never look back (Syndicate Sponsorship Contest Entry) by NOISY~BOY, on Flickr I havent posted on here in a while, so here's another FP for yall. Enjoy.
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This is the MOC I created for Brickvention 2015, in Melbourne, Australia. I have used forced perspective, with foreground figures in Miniland Scale, and the background in microscale. The biggest challenges for me were working out how to make Vitruvious' cape (until I found an old belville set in my daughters collection) and to make the sun and flower in the background rotate, and swing back and forth. This was my first technic creation since emerged from the Dark Ages. I do not apologise for the amount of color... but it turns out I used at least 8 different shades of blue! Child's eye view at the Expo Parent's eye view Our heroes The Whale The Duck Microscale Super Secret Police Dropship Microscope Masterbuilder's Submarine
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Immediately after [soNE Freebuild] 7.4 Off the Books Goatm and his nurse disembarked the Imperial freighter both with their respective roles. Amid the constant noise and bustle of the docks Goatm would dicker out deals with the local merchants for the sale of the white saplings, so precious to the nobility of Aquilae. Many of the interested merchants were developers for high-end shops and personal landscapers for the elites; they paid little attention to Goatm other than to ask him when he would be returning with more and to schmooze him for the purpose of some future economic familiarity. Goatm had stayed in his Imperial white for this very reason; the merchants only saw a faceless officer rather than the dead man Goatm intended to keep hidden. Just as the last sapling was sold, Goatm called his enslaved Wookiee from the cockpit to inspect the freighter’s hull before takeoff. Shock and awe echoed across the dock as the merchants and tradesmen alike caught sight of the beast. The Empire had been especially jealous of its new species of slave and few had surfaced in the legal market. Meanwhile, after downloading the local Imperial intelligence reports on Aquilae, the nurse went about acquiring civilian clothes for the two ISB agents. Goatm had given her strict instructions to start at the shops outside the Imperial outpost and work her way across town, stopping at the stores of ever lowering levels of economic strife. Ideally, her effort would allow her to disappear with no one noticing the Imperial officer that traded in her illustrious uniform for peasant rags. Goatm’s refusal to sell or trade the Wookiee led to the high-end restaurant overlooking the dock where the merchants continued to hound him and liquor him up. Eventually Goatm found his mark. A flamboyant Ithorian strutted across the dock with a Kowakian perched on his back. He was inspecting a shipment of mining equipment aboard a large freighter and savagely berating the crew for some minor infraction. It wasn’t long before Goatm and the Ithorian –Ng’Ray Sti a mining entrepreneur, surveyor, and equipment supplier– were leaving the restaurant to discuss the Wookiee’s ownership on their way to Gordon –a dubious spaceport far from the capital. There, Goatm would rendezvous with the nurse, take on the new identity she prepared for him, and sell the Imperial freighter to a chop shop. Goatm had exchanged the Wookiee and their remaining cash for Ng’Ray’s stock of mining equipment and a one-way, no-questions-asked ride into the wasteland of Aquilae. The wastelands were known to the locals as barren, toxic, and completely devoid of life, but Goatm had suspicions to the contrary. He remembered his mother recounting the countless green hills under the beautiful green sky of Aquilae where she would play as a young princess. Imperial maps noted many long and entangled canals that led to hundreds of reservoirs far from the city, but only grey wasteland could be seen from above on the rare occasion that the pale green overcast lifted. The city-dwellers didn’t dare to test the longevity of their breathers outside the tall city walls and told horror stories of the deadly gas pockets and nocturnal predators of the wasteland. Something was amiss. To test his theory Goatm and the nurse set out with the flamboyant Ithorian surveyor for the reservoirs hidden in the Aquilae wasteland. Ng’Ray’s ship stays low across the grey, endless plains, avoiding any possible detection along the way. Hours later they drop into a valley to find a bright blue reservoir surrounded by deep green grasses and piercing white flowers. Goatm lowers the cargo door, clipping the canopy of the low lying trees, and the nurse leaps into the canal below. Ng’Ray, rattled by the unexpected departure, screams over the internal comm for Goatm to explain but realizes his radios are dead. Goatm is gone, already tumbling through the thick grass as the Ithorian hears a deep growl from the cargo bay below. [soNE Freebuild] 8.1 Escape to the Wastlands of Aquilae 2 by goatman461, on Flickr [soNE Freebuild] 8.1 Escape to the Wastlands of Aquilae by goatman461, on Flickr “I guess you were right about the reservoirs, but who’s going to check the air first? Our ride just crashed into the cliff side.” “I was actually wrong about the reservoirs. Look; the water is flowing FROM the city; these valleys are being irrigated, not consumed. “As for the air, well, if he made it, the Wookiee will test out the air first. But that’ll mean we’ll have bigger problems… Ever been hunted by a Wookiee?” (To be continued…) [soNE Freebuild] 8.1 Stingray by goatman461, on Flickr Please judge, comment, and criticize. Thanks in advance.
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youtube What has the pigeon seen in the forest? A study focused mainly on working with forced perspective, animating animals, and story-telling by a kid. English subtitles available.
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