Captain Genaro

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Thank you for another great write up, Capt Wolf.

I would also add that, while this is a neat map, it does have one major shortcoming; the public knows the starting and ending point of each ship, but not the route taken. There is often more than one route between two settlements, and players may not always take the most direct route. Maybe they do, maybe they don't, but we don't know. That said, this map is impressive and must have taken a lot of work.

I do apologize for taking so long to respond. Thank you for the compliments, and I'm really glad that you enjoy the builds so much. And Miro Oldis is indeed based on your version from Farstrider's Guide (though we had to make him a proper yellow minifig, no fleshies for me!). And now for the story. I apologize for the poor presentation. Work was a bit hectic today (there's an understatement) due to a snafu from our good friends at the IRS. rect4515-9 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The RNTC wasted no time in taking advantage of the improving relationship between the company and the Terraversans. Almost immediately after Archduke Oldis’ letter arrived, the company began drawing up plans for a massive headquarters in King’s Port. Land was easy to obtain. Much of King’s Port still lay in ruin following twenty years of war, and the Archduke was only too happy to gift the company all the land necessary for the expansion. Labor and supplies, too, were in cheap supply. Apart from the skilled artisans, architects, and engineers the company brought in from St. Vele and Granoleon, almost all the costs were far below estimates. Merchants and suppliers were only too happy to provide materials at marginal costs. No one in the company knew if this was due to a local depression or some desire to appease the company, and frankly no one in the company cared. All they knew was that the bottom line was a good bit fatter than expected. But not everyone was in a good mood. Despite the company sending a lieutenant down to manage future expansion, Hollande was still the senior official there, and that meant he had to oversee construction. Spending hours looking over meaningless lines was taking a toll on Hollande’s mental fortitude, and there was only so much that the fine Olean wine, a gift from Oldis, could do. And this stress was only exacerbated by the fact that he still didn’t know what had become of the Eastern Trader and Espirit Fortune. They had far too many marines to have been taken by mere pirates or a mutiny, the weather was too calm for them to have been lost in a storm, yet there was no word of them or the smaller ships they had been sent to rescue. And to make matters worse, the Terraversans continued to drag out negotiations and talks, and Hollande wasn’t sure if this was some form of signal or if they truly were thoroughly incompetent. Surely, this would be enough for any man to handle, but then there was also the matter of the royalists who were remaining enigmatic. As Hollande was thinking about these concerns, he picked up the bottle and began pouring its contents into his glass. “Sir!” one of Hollande’s aids exclaimed, “your glass!” Hollande glanced at his aid before turning his gaze to his glass, the wine overflowing onto the table. P1110894 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “By Zeus! The wine is overflowing! Not to worry, I’ve got just the thing!” Hollande said, though all his companions heard was a unintelligible nonsense. Hollande pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the table, and as he looked down, he seemed to suddenly become aware of what he was doing there. He paused for a moment, starring intently at the plans before continuing. “No, no, no!” Hollande whined as he rapidly shuffled through the plans. “This simply won’t do! It’s wrong, it’s all wrong!” he exclaimed as he slammed his fist on the table. “These lines, what the devil, by Zeus what are all these blasted lines doing here!” “Sir, may I again remind you that these lines are only for engineering purposes, they won’t appear on the structure,” one of the architects began before Hollande's odd behavior caused him to trail off. P1110903 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Hollande looked up and began surveying the building before him, mumbling all the while. “There!” he declared. “Why can’t you do something like that!” waving his hand towards the massive headquarters. “That’s what I want.” By this point, the architects were fuming, but fortunately Hollande’s aid was able to intervene. “I’m certain, sir, that these fine men will have the building done to your satisfaction. Now perhaps we should return to your lodgings and see if any news has arrived from Breshaun.” “No, no you fool,” Hollande replied, brushing away the man’s hand. “No, I’d better go check and see if I have news from Breshaun.” P1110905 by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr

There is no bonus for going between the old and new worlds. There are bonuses for undersupply and distance, which may come into effect if you are sailing to or from a rarely visited old world port.

Captain Anthony Genaro: The second son of a successful merchant, Anthony was destined for a life at sea. He spent much of his childhood attending prestigious schools while having his name listed in several ship’s registers, ensuring that he would have plenty of “experience” when he needed to compete for promotions. As such, he quickly achieved the rank of Lieutenant de Vaisseau. During the Juniper War he served with distinction onboard the L’Ocean and his quick thinking during a particularly bloody engagement saved the ship and earned him his promotion to Capitaine de corvette. Due to circumstances out of his control, La Royal has either assigned him ships (or more often, boats) unbecoming of his rank or outright placing him on half leave. Despite these difficulties, Anthony maintains a jocular attitude and can occasionally parlay his near-fluency in multiple languages to his advantage. Like many Oleanders, he has a strong appreciation for Olean culture (and a distain for most others) and he perceives himself as being a Casanova, a trait that landed him in past trouble. Pierre Lavalette Genaro: Pierre Lavalette Genaro is the current Duke of Vele - a booming coastal region East of Granoleon - and General Intendant of Finances at His Majesty’s Royal Court. As a young man he served in the 10th Vele Household Cavalry before inheriting his titles and joining the Royal Court. Using his formidable fiscal talent and economic expertise, the Duke of Vele has consolidated the royal treasury, and reformed Oleon’s taxation system. Most who interact with the Duke would describe him as cold, stoic, dispassionate, yet incredibly perceptive. Those who know the Duke well would also mention his ambitious nature and absolute loathing towards all things Corrish. Some attribute he loathing to an injury obtained during the Juniper Wars, but others believe something else drives his hatred. An Unwelcome Visitor by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Henri Hollande: Few people know much about Henri Hollande’s past, but his present activities are well known. Best known as the ever-inebriated mayor of Lavalette, he is occasionally given important assignments, such as leading a delegation to Terraversa. Honesty, fluency in many languages, and decent leadership skills are his only obvious positive attributes, while his numerous shortcomings include a lack of diplomatic skill, an inability to manage issues, and general stupidity. Despite his apparent lack of qualifications to manage anything, he must have some hidden skills since Lord Vele appointed him to lead the RNTC’s new-world headquarters. A-MCRA Beginning by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr

What an impressive introduction. The sheer scale is impressive, and you did a great job making it accurate. I noticed your Flickr page has a lot more pictures. You should consider posting them or making a note that there are more pictures on your Flickr.

How convenient, now you can take care of all your laundering in one place. The build is excellent. Each picture perfectly captures an old, worn-down building in a ghetto, and the attention to detail is second to none. Well done. Are the trash bags a custom piece?

A very neat little build. All the furniture is well done, and I especially like the rack for hats and belts. You composite map looks nice, and the use of a picture outside the window works well. Some additional details on the wall, be it cracks or some decorative detail such as molding, would help this build even more.

You did a very nice job here. The story hints at some interesting character development, such as the relationship with Cooke and Roman, that I am eager to see expanded on. The build is very nice, any your use of the plates and tiles, though time consuming, was certainly worth the effort. Details such as the lamp and terrace garden are nice, too.

Subjects of the Most Sacred Crown of Oleon, The RNTC is pleased to announce that it's First Quarter of 618 Report and Financial Statements is finalized and approved for public release. To ensure market transparency questions should be asked in this thread. You can find the report here. Vive le Roi et Pour la Prospérité!

Subjects of the Brick Seas, The RNTC is pleased to announce that it's First Quarter of 618 Report and Financial Statements is finalized and approved for public release. To ensure market transparency questions should be asked in this thread. You can find the report here. Vive le Roi et Pour la Prospérité!

An intriguing story that drew me into the builds. The ships are really well done, too. Very clean and they have a nice shape. But my favorite part has to be the presentation where you show the ships breaking out of and into the various vigs. That is really clever.

I believe in the French navy, the proper title is "commandant" while the rank is "capitaine de fregate. The title "Captain" would be used for lieutenants. And the document in question is supposed to be an invitation to Bregir's ball (it would have made more sense if the builds were posted in chronological order). And thank you for the compliments as well as the help with the French. I'm no good with French myself, but fortunately Bodi was able to help me. An online translator should get you a translation that is close enough so that you can understand Genaro, and the Corrie's French is largely phonetic. I'm glad you like the build. Thank you very much. I'm glad you like the story, but it may be a little bit before I get the next installment in. And I agree it's fun to show the first inkling of the industrial revolution. Thank you, I'm glad you like the techniques. Thank you very much. Thank you. I must admit that I wasn't expecting anticipation for the next installment. Perhaps I'll have to end stories like a Bond film; " Captain Genaro will return in The Man with the Golden Flintlock." That's quite a pleasant surprise; I had no idea anyone enjoyed the story that much (either that or the MOC is downright terrible). Thank you for the kind compliment. My knowledge of French epithets doesn't extend beyond Monty Python, but I'd greatly appreciate any advice you could provide on the matter.

That is a very nice mine. Your pictures do an excellent job capturing a dark, narrow, dangerous mine shaft, and the contrast to the riches in the hidden chamber is really clever. I also enjoyed the story and your description of the mining process. One thing I would change is to remove the tiles from the mineshaft floor. I believe studs would look better, since the SNOT makes it look too finished and perfect.

I really like the design for the cocoa trees. I'm not sure how stable they would be in real life, but it works well for LDD. The rest of the vegetation is good and has a nice variety, and I like the inclusion of the work tables and wooden canopy. I'm not a big fan of the massive dark green baseplate. It makes the area look more like a swamp than a jungle. Adding more vegetation or limiting the baseplate to the parts developed would help avoid this.

TEST by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The top part shows the retaining walls that prevent the pieces from sliding to the sides or back. The middle and bottom part show the two alternating layers. I'm sure you could use bricks with studs on the side to connect the whole wall, but I don't have enough of those parts for such a design. The windows are added by removing the center parts of the bottom layers and sliding the windows in place. I hope this helps.

This is a build I made to explain what Genaro was doing in King's Harbour prior to arriving at the ball Bregir hosted. Comments and criticisms are welcome. I would also like to thank Bodi for his assistance with the French. Previously: Lavalette Inn An Offer Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr King’s Harbour was hardly the type of settlement a Oleander could feel at ease in. Though a Corrie might disagree, any Oleander could tell you immediately that the culture, if you could call it that, was lacking at best, architecture placing utility over beauty, and no Oleander would consider the settlement’s shrines to be a substitute for a proper temple to the gods. The culture, if you could call it that, was lacking at best, the architecture was focused on utility over beauty, and they didn’t even have a decent temple for mariners to thank Poseidon after a safe journey. But by far the most uncomfortable part was the lack of respect the Corries held for one’s rank. Oh, it isn’t as bad as those republican greenies, but Corries have some truly disturbing ideas about equality and fair treatment. Despite these shortcomings, Captain Anthony Genaro wasn’t too disappointed at being in the settlement. After all, the Corries were decent scientists and he was anxious to see the latest chronometers. Perhaps if he was lucky, Anthony would manage to find a few good books on history and archeology. But all that would have to wait for now since Captain Genaro was presently escorting a RNTC lieutenant-directeur to the workshop of Thomas Brickcomen. There really wasn’t any reason for Anthony to be there other than the fact that he was a naval officer and Capitaine de Frégate, and the RNTC official thought it would impress the Corries. Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Anthony and the official approached the workshop and were quickly greeted by Thomas Brickcomen at the door. After a proper introduction and some pleasantries, they entered the workshop and went to a table buried under plans and papers. The official pulled some papers out of his coat and began opening them on the table while Anthony simply starred at the meaningless diagrams. Despite his best efforts to appear interested, Thomas quickly realized that Anthony wasn’t overly concerned by the discussion. Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “Captain, I don’t believe we’ll be needing your assistance for some time, sir,” said Thomas, the RNTC official nodding in agreement. “Perhaps you would prefer to step outside? I always find the fresh air to be much-needed relief from the air in here.” “I certainly have no desire to be in your way, gentlemen,” Anthony replied a little too eagerly. “And I would be most interested in seeing that contraption in front.” Anthony stepped outside, relieved to be free from that dull technical chatter and smoked, filled air. He looked towards the strange contraption that the assistants were working on, and while Anthony couldn’t make out the words, he could tell that the men were struggling to get the device to work. Perhaps the idea was simply impossible or perhaps the fates decided the time was not yet right for such a machine, but before Anthony could ascertain the cause for the men’s frustration a Corrish officer rode up, dismounted, and headed directly for Anthony. Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr “Monsieur Capitán Anthony Genaro?” the officer inquired. Anthony paused for a brief moment, contemplating how to respond. "Et bien, monsieur, je m'appelle Anthony Genaro, je suis un capitaine de frégate, mais je ne vois pas pourquoi vous vous tenez à m’insulter, sashez que je ne suis pas un simple lieutenant. Peut être dans votre langage, ‘capitaine’ est un titre approprié, mais dans le mien, il serait plutôt ‘commandant’,” replied Anthony knowing full well that it was unlikely the Corrish officer would understand half of it. And although he was supposed to behave, Anthony simply couldn’t resist the urge to bedevil the Corrie. “Vou set Anthony Genaro, oui?” the Corrie replied hesitantly. “Oui.” “Si vous pley, Monsieur Capitán, eh, jay un lettre pour you de,” the officer said, stumbling and becoming more frustrated as he went on. “Perhaps, mister officer, you would allow me to practice my Corrish?” Anthony interrupted in a compassionate tone. He had his fun with the poor officer and couldn’t help but feeling a little sorry for the young man. But more importantly he had no idea what the man was attempting to say. A quick look of relief flashed across the Corrie’s face. “Yes, sir. Certainly, sir. If you please, sir, I am here to deliver a letter to you from Colonial Governor Johnathan Cooke.” Reaching King's Harbour by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Anthony was surprised to hear this. He worked with Corries in the past, most recently while he commanded a joint anti-piracy squadron, but the name Cooke was unfamiliar to him. “Have I done something wrong, committed some offense?” he asked while he took the letter. “I do not know, sir.” Anthony took a quick look at the fine yet unfamiliar seal before opening the letter, the lieutenant standing at attention the whole time. Reading the letter, Anthony only became more confused and looked at the envelope to confirm that he was in fact the correct recipient. “But I do not even know your Governor-Captain. Are you quite certain this is correct?” Anthony asked the lieutenant. “Forgive me, sir, but I was simply ordered to deliver this letter to Captain Anthony Genaro of His Most Sacred Majesty’s Hired Ship Espirit Stephanique. I know nothing of the contents, but I would certainly convey any message you may have to my superiors, sir.” “No, no, that will not be necessary,” Anthony replied, looking at the letter once again. “I shall be most happy to attend.” “Yes, sir,” the lieutenant replied, remaining at attention. Anthony was about to return his gaze to the mechanical contraption when he realized the lieutenant was still standing there. “Is there something more, mister officer?” Anthony inquired. “No, sir.” Anthony looked at the officer with a quizzical expression before the officer continued. “Am I dismissed, sir?” “Ah, oui, of course, go, go mister officer.” The lieutenant gave a sharp salute that Anthony returned by slightly lifting the brim of his hat. After this, the lieutenant crisply turned, and remounted his horse before riding off. Oh well, Anthony thought to himself. This whole event was most confusing, but at least there was some comfort in the fact that at least one Corrie had a proper understanding of rank. Here are a few more pictures showing details of the build.

Thank you for the compliments. Yes, you read that right. Thank you, I'm glad you like the details. Thank you. The minifigs were rather challenging to pose (especially when taking pictures), but it's certainly worth it. Thank you for the suggestions. A crack in the wall would be a good idea and I may have to experiment with that the next time I use this technique. I'm glad you like it, thank you. Here is a breakdown in LDD. image823.jpg by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr I fear you're right and this execution won't have the desired effect on discouraging NPCs from turning to piracy. Darn algorithms.

You have a bunch of really nice builds, Bregir. All three of the builds are clean, have great architectural features, and include some nice designs for the furnishings. The bookshelves and piano are particularly nice designs. I am still amazed that you went ahead with such an ambitious project. It's neat to see so many characters interacting, and you did a great job with the various topics of conversation. And I must admit that I enjoyed searching for my character in the various pics.

A fun story that does a nice job complimenting your ship. The colors work well together, and you have some clever techniques, such as the side galleys' windows.

That is a nice factory you have. The roof is a little too colorful for my taste, but looks just right for a paint factory. The rockwork looks good, too. Given the skeleton leg outside the drainage pipe, I am a little concerned how they are obtaining their dyes. It would be called a wagon.

Three cheers for the boys in blue and their relentless effort to protect against Admiral Jimmy! Huzza! Huzza! Huzza! It is very nice to see the final product that your builds have been building up to. The defenses are well thought out, and I like the previously unseen ideas in BOBS such as the chain. That you were able to provide a furnished interior for this build just makes it that much better. Really nice job all around.

Really nice schooner, Bodi. As others have said, the raked masts are a nice touch, and I like the thin stripes of red and black. I also enjoyed your story and had no trouble following it despite English not being your first language.

This is the continuation of Bodi's Capture of Gregory Decker. Comments and criticism are welcome. The capture of the infamous Gregory Decker resulted in a great hive of activity in La Royal. A variety of nations began requesting Gregory be extradited to face punishment for his crimes, each request requiring diplomatic poise less the denial result in a international incident. From there, the admirals had to determine where to hold Gregory’s trial and subsequent execution. Many proposed Porte du Tatarus, the notorious execution dock in Granoleon, but ultimately it was decided that Gregory’s death would receive more publicity in New Terra where his reputation was widespread (back in Halos, he would simply have been one criminal rotting away amongst many). Once these decisions were out of the way, the trial began. Each day for almost a week, Gregory was brought before a panel of captains where the evidence was presented, former shipmates confessed to their wrongdoings in hope of some semblance of mercy, and the full nature of Gregory’s crimes was officially recorded. Throughout it all, Gregory remained defiant, cursing and threating his crewmen who betrayed him and seemingly unaffected by the beatings he received for speaking out of turn. But all that was different now. Unsurprisingly, Gregory was found guilty on every charge, and the senior captain set a date for the hanging. To ensure enough time for the news to spread across the region, and more importantly to allow for the convoys to arrive so that their crews could witness the punishment, the date would be several weeks in the future. The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Finally the day came. The courtyard of Mont Michael was crowed with civilians and sailors, officers and officials lining the terrace’s edge. The audience was eager, and they didn’t have to wait long. Soon after the commandant appeared a door opened, and a frail image of the once-feared Captain Gregory Decker appeared between two guards. He was weak, sickly, and retreating from the sun’s rays, dressed in nothing more than rags. Still, he remained defiant, spitting and cursing at the priest who offered one final chance to confess his crimes and perhaps be saved from the worst the afterlife had to offer. The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr As Gregory was marched to his fate, the crowd became more enthusiastic. It wasn’t every day that a famous pirate was brought to justice, and Gregory’s notoriety resulted in all sorts of rumors. Some claimed that Gregory’s allies would mount a daring rescue and save him from the gallows at the last moment, others believed that Gregory had mystical powers that would save him from death, but the vast majority of the crowd was simply interested in seeing justice served. The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr The crowd became quiet Gregory climbed the gallows’ stairs. The noose was placed on the pirate, the hangman took his place, and an official read the verdict and sentence. Drummers began a drumroll, the hangman pulled the lever, and a loud cheer went up from the crowd. After a short while, the lifeless body was removed, once again to deafening cheers, and taken away to be branded with two P’s (one so the judges of the afterlife knew of his guilt, and the second so the judges knew he was unrepentant, as is Olean tradition). Almost as soon as Gregory’s body was removed, the door to the prison opened again and more pirates were lead out. A full third of Gregory’s crew had been sentenced to hang. It was an unusually high percent, but La Royal was looking for an example to be made, and no one in the crowd was complaining. The End of Gregory Decker by Capt. Genaro, on Flickr Additional Pictures can be seen in the spoiler: