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This is my moc for free-build challenge for Age of Migardia. Inn: 1st Phase; ale seller After his long trip.. Sir Mpyromaxos found his friend Nutcracker.. Outside of the city of Valholl.. And they take a break for a beer at a local ale seller..
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This is my first Moc to Eurobricks for my start to Guild of Historica, for the (free-build-challenge) Walls: 1st Phase, fencing. Sιr Mpyromaxos is going to Valholl to meet his friend Kariothrafsti (Nutcracker)...
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Asbjorn, Jarl of Arnarhvall, has no child of his own and has always treated Alva as a favored niece. Very little happens in his lands without his knowing it, and it was not long before he noticed Alva's interest in the martial. Early in the morning, when most are still asleep or just preparing for their day, Asbjorn helps Alva learn the axe and practice enough to have enough strength to hurl an axe as far as a Mitgardian warrior worth her icewater needs to. Though eventually she'll have to learn to throw even with ice and snow to trip her up, for now he has her brush the snow away every time they practice. The hard work is paying off. Alva strikes true more often than not. The unretrieved axes are a reminder of yesterday's regular training, when the young lads practice together. Later in the day, when they come to train, they'll have to march forward before all their peers and claim the axes and their shame. Alva has not had to claim an axe from the snowy dirt for days now. Asbjorn watches her carefully, knowing that she is almost ready to test herself against the others. Phase One here. AND OOPS. I left the title of this as Archery Phase 1 by accident (stupid auto-fill!). Can it be changed to Phase 2 by a mod please and thank you?! -
One day, Alva Tyrnsdottir would be taught to fight by her father. One day, she'll be scarred and hardened with one foot already in the Hall of the Gods. One day, she'll look back and remember this moment and know it was the beginning. It all started a snowy night when she pried her father's axe loose from the painted target on the wind-bent tree. When she tested its weight and found it good. When she threw it, end over end, and struck true.
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It's autumn at the Muninn Ranch, where Bergir is master. He and his wife live in this house, while Eindrin and his family's home is a few miles away. He has come with his children to visit the ranch and check on the eggs he has brought. One day, he will replace Bergir as master of the ranch since all Bergir's sons died long ago and only Eindrin remains to carry on the trade. Eindrin is quite excited by the hatchling, too excited to clean up the egg shells while Bergir attempts to feed it. Because it is an orphan, it falls to Bergir to give it its first meal. Eindrin thinks the hatchling is one of the legendary white chobos that Mitgardians occasionally claim to see in the mountains. Bergir knows better. "All chobo are born white of feather, boy." "Oh." Away from the grown-ups, Eindrin's children play in the snow that will soon cover the ranch and surrounding countryside as winter sets in. Eindrin's firstborn, Helva, is a mischievous and spirited girl whose constant companion is her dog Hurin. She prepares a bucket of snowballs to ambush her brother, Eindal, who is a gentle boy and fast friend of the youngest of the Muninn Ranch chobo. Meanwhile, Kensley takes a break from wagoneering to snack on the last few Gysha greens clinging to life amidst the snow. Inside the house, Bergir's wife Maiken, prepares a stew. Bergir and Maiken's sons were all warriors. They are proud of them and keep their war-gear displayed prominently in their humble home. Some, perhaps the southron guildfolk, might be embittered at the loss of their children in warfare. Bergir and Maiken, however, keep to the old ways and believe their sons feast in the Hall of the Gods. Thanks for having a look. I'm really proud of how the house came out and included some pictures of how it opens up on my flickr. I'm becoming very fond of this group of characters and the concept of chobo-rearing but all good things must come to an end. In Phase 3, which takes place a decade later, we'll see how everyone is doing over at Muninn Ranch. Especially with all these rumors of war brewing and troubles in the south... C&C is welcome as always!
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Knowing there's no time to waste, Eindrin races the eggs north to the stable where he is apprenticed. His faithful steed, Kensley, is barely an adolescent chobo but still strong enough to carry Eindrin and the eggs at a dizzying speed across the snowy landscape. "Hie forward!" Eindrin shouts into the wind.
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Here is my first MOC for Historica, an entry in the Age of Mitgardia community builds. I noticed that none of the other MOCs heavily featured the great big ol' axe so traditionally depicted as the Norse weapon of choice, and this inspired the build. Credit to HammerBro33 for the elaborate fig stand idea, though I put my own spin on it. NOTE: I'm still new so I don't know if/when I should claim UoP credits. If anyone can help me identify if this build qualifies for any, that would be awesome. Also, I'm not sure how to post pics to the body of my message. I used "Attach Image" in the Mitgardia main thread, but now it tells me my pics are too big (they are 800x600 or less). Help with that would be grand as well! UoP credits claimed: Landscape: Trees Anthropology: Life in Mitgardia Minifig Posing. Angle 1: Angle 2: Angle 3: Close-up: No figs: Cast of characters: Jarl Asbjorn of Arnarhvall (located in wooded peninsula west of Tradewind Bay). His Housecarl, Tyrn Arvidson (Asbjorn's most trusted warrior). A Thrasher-in-training, Alva Tyrnsdottir (who is trying to earn her father's approval and her own arm-ring).
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I eventually got time to finish a Phase II build; it appears that I will probably only get the stables done in time though Uridius often leaves his horse in this small stable/cabin outside Valholl on his visits to the capital, going to see it often to make sure it is well fed and taken care of. An overview shot: I would like to receive UoP credits for the following subject: Architecture: wall techniques - wooden walls C&C are welcome
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After a few months training with Asbjorn, Alva Tyrnsdottir felt ready to take on the world. The jarl thought it better if she took on her peers, first. The world could wait. It was customary to hold an axe-throwing tournament at least once a year. The tourney is only open to the young, usually boys who have not yet earned their arm-ring. The rules are simple: each thrower gets three axes and thus three throws. Two throwers at a time, each getting a single throw alternating throw until all axes have flown. Alva is the only female participant in more than a generation. Though proud of their old traditions, many of Arnarvhall's folk understand that tradition is a sword that cuts two ways. Thus, Asbjorn feels no regret knowing that his tutelage may have given Alva an edge. After all, the looks and whispers she's had to endure would have put her at a disadvantage. Now things feel a bit more even. Arnarvhall's axe-throwing tourneys are something of an event in Mitgardia. Every so often, famous faces from throughout the Guild will make an appearance and cheer on the Arnarvhall youths, inheritors of one of a skill that is now widely considered a relic of the old ways. See if you can spot the celebrities! Hint: most but not all are up on the high dias, watching the action alongside Jarl Asbjorn and his wife Frelaug. These lads are not overly interested in famous folk. All their attention is on a young, eligible woman. It is customary for marriageable daughters to be trotted out during public events like this tourney. Sometimes the attentions of a particularly bonnie daughter can be enough to throw an otherwise canny axe-thrower off his game. Standing behind the lass, dressed in the traditional white of married Arnarvhall women, is her disapproving mother. Though he would never admit it, Tyrn cannot help but smile in pride as his daughter throws. It is his responsibility to judge the contest from the ground, sounding his horn to mark the change of throws, and the change of throwers. This doesn't mean he can't have a favorite contestant. Behind him, one of Arnarvhall's smiths keeps the throwing axes sharpened, putting aside axe blades too warped to be used for the day. Alva's opponent cannot maintain his composure having missed two of his throws to Alva's one strike. He can't help anticipating the taunts once everyone sees that he is to be beaten by a girl. The daughter of the housecarl Tyrn, a great warrior, but a girl all the same. Alva refrains from grinning. She maintains the composure that Asbjorn taught her was an essential skill of any warrior. Later, when her father trains her in close-quarters combat, she will forget the lesson. For now, she remembers it very well as her second axe flies for its target. Thanks for looking! C&C completely welcome as always. Hopefully no one feels left out that I couldn't include their sigfig. Would love to have included more but pieces and space and you know how it is. :P Here's Phase 1 and Phase 2.
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After I deliberatly placed my phase 1 in Kaliphlim as a trade relationship to Mitgardia and linking it that way to our noble icy lands, I went for phase 2 with a Nocturnus influenced build. This is a nice way to break up the building of wooden houses and snowy landscapes, yet allows me to connect the dots all to the village of Merak and other cities in Mitgardia, giving the idea behind the build`s fluff some substance and explanation. And i still have a lot of purple bricks to do something with from an earlier PAB wall visit this year ;-) In the southern regions of Mitgardia, where the lands of the Northmen border the dark swamps of Nocturnus, the waters are tainted. Filled with the dirt and foul sorceries that come out of these dark lands, the region might not be to suitable for the local population to work with, but as in any good economy, a solution is often simple. Hence when a traveller goes that far south, he will often encounter workers from the Dark Lands there, trying to earn a bit of coin in exchange for their labour. Due to their higher resistance for the influences of their homelands, these workers are sought after to man the watermills and other places of `industry`. Szzzz`tik and Skrat are two such Nocturnus workers, manning a small watermill on a southern bystream. Even though the waters a foul, dirty and slightly noxious, their resistance to this make them highly treasured workers of the Mitgardian way of life. Though their are voices in the Nocturnus government implying they are actually enslaved and forced labourers, not a single expat has returned to his himeland yet to confirm these vile rumours! Hope you like it ;-)
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FIGHT! The word echoed over the training grounds as the mock up fights began. Young warriors from various places had gathered, and seek some Mitgardian weapons training for the inenvitable fights that would be coming in the future. the North was a warrior race, and the North would be completely able to defend itself should people need protecting. Looking at the grave of his fallen friend, the master thought of how he had accidently decapitated him during a duel fight. Sadness overcame him, they should have hold back their blows instead of trying to best each other like they did ever since childhood... *CRASH* The sound of wood versus bone was loud. Looking to his trainees, he saw that one of them had handed out a shield bash to the chest of his opponent. Ouch, Brutality... The second phase of the Barracks tree line in Age of Mitgardia required a training grounds to be made. I opted for the traditional training field in which young warriors test their mettle against each others, wielding a variety of weapons like in the old days of gladiatorial combat. The grave next to the master is a reference to my phase 1 build, in order to show a bit of chronological evolution in the build. And of course, the fluff text is a reference to that one particular game about every 30 something bloke these days has grown up with ;-)
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It's been a while since we last saw Alva Tyrnsdottir, but she's been very busy ranging and scouting on behalf of Jarl Asbjorn and the jarldom of Arnarvhall in western Mitgardia. Rumors of the attacks in the North have spread even to Tradewind Bay, the Woody Hills, and the forests of Arnarvhall. As such, Asbjorn has ordered the rediscovery and rebuilding of old defenses at the borders of the region. In conjunction with dwarven and elven neighbors, a defensive alliance has formed. Alva Tyrnsdottir leads a group of Arnarvhalli scouts into the eastern reaches in search of old holdfasts, towers, and fortifications. Here she has found the ruin of a stone watchtower that still commands an impressive view of the surrounding countryside. It is an excellent candidate for rebuilding. Builder's Note: This picture doesn't really do justice to one or two elements of the build. I'll post another one when I have better lighting. Here are those other angled shots to better show off the tower ruins and the tree growing out of em :D
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My first build for the Age of Mitgardia freebuild challenge. Category- Defense. Sub-Category- Tower, Phase 1. ------------------------------------- After returning from the raid on Nocturnus, we had encountered bad luck. Lydia's father had been kidnapped by one of the local Jarl's bullyboys. Lydia has told us she would hunt for he father. Wulf agreed, on the condition that someone accompany her. I, naturally, was the first choice. I knew this region of Mitgardia well, and I was a tracker, unlike my fellow crewmembers. So Lydia and I had set out, in hope of Finding her father. And here we were, at the boarders of Skaljarik, and Jarl Arian's domain. But try as I might, I couldn't convince Lydia to go there for help. So we pushed on. "Where's this, Logan," she asked. "The Outpost, we call it," I replied. "It's manned 8 months out of the year, but not now." "Can we camp here?" "Sure. It's a bit cold, but as good a shelter you'll find in the next day or so." Sirius, my dog, had also come with us. He, too, was a tracker. "Smell anything, Sirius?" I asked, knowing I'd get no answer. But Sirius' large, bushy tail waged, meaning there weren't any other beings in the immediate area. Sirius and I quickly ascended the steps. "Should I get us some meat?" Lydia wondered, looking up at us. "No," I replied. "The Outpost has food enough. It was true. The temperature was such that the meat remained frozen, and therefore didn't go stale. It had saved many a travelers life. And saved my stomachache from growling on more then one occasion. A few hours later, we had a warm fire, and were both sitting content after a good meal. Even Sirius had quite a bit to eat. Something had been bugging me, so I decided to ask Lydia. "Why would your father be kidnapped?" "Oh," She replied. "well, that's probably due to the fact that he challenges authority. A lot," she added. "He can really make a nuisance of himself. But he's a good person, and a great fighter. That's why most people tolerate him. "What about you father?" She asked, her curiosity aroused. "He's dead," I said, trying not to let her see the deep hurt it cause me to say those words. She realized how I felt, and said, "Sorry. I shouldn't have asked." "No, I replied. "You had no way of knowing." "Thanks for agreeing to come," She said, changing the subject. "I doubt any of the other's would have." Anything for a a friend," I replied, happy to talk about something else. But then I noticed how dark it was. "I'll take the first shift," I told her. "Is that really necessary?" "It is if we want to make sure no one sneaks up on us," I replied, not unkindly. As I took the shift, I thought over my actions in the last week or so. First, I had defied my closest friend, because of my continence. Then I had agreed to accompany someone I had only recently meet on a tracking mission that could very possibly be deadly. But in the end, I felt justified in both courses of action. As I looked out, I saw one of my favorite sights. The Northern Lights! For some reason, they soothed my soul. As much as this land was rugged and dangerous, it had an innate beauty, one that was not lost upon me. As Sirius and I gazed at the Northern Lights, I knew, despite everything else, I was proud to be a Mitgardian. I was proud to be a Raider, and even more proud to say I did have a continence. Builder's notes: For my first try with the rounded wall, I think it turned out well. Tell me what you think! Author's notes: So as usual, my story is pretty short, but I will have more depth in my next build. In any case, enjoy!
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Builder's note: To some, this may not seem to be a barracks in strict terms. Arnarvhall is based more substantially on Norse culture/mythology than most other Mitgardian groups or builds. In that sense, a Mead Hall counts as a barracks as it would be the place that warriors and freemen would gather with their Jarl to vote, plan raids, receive gifts of treasure or arms, etc. Vegrsala, the seat of power in Arnarvhall, is such a place. I channeled SK and Ecc a lot for this build. All credit to them for introducing many of the techniques and elements that define the Norse-inspired style of Mitgardia. Please forgive the photography. My set up is not great for builds this size so I did the best with what I have. I am really proud of this build, anyway, and it's the biggest I've done for GoH to date! Oh and this also marks the completion of my entries to Age of Mitgardia's military section! It's been a year since the fateful day when Alva first picked up her father's axe. Here, at the seat of power in Arnarvhall and gathering place of all the warriors who owe fealty to Jarl Asbjorn, the completion of Alva's training is celebrated in the Old Way. The winter is again receding, with spring promising new life for the growing things and new responsibilities for Alva Tyrnsdottir. Not everyone can join the merriment in the Hall, however. One of the young wives must exercise the hounds. The local dwarves of the Woody Hills, long-time allies of Arnarvhall, supply the mead from their apiaries. Though unaligned with their troublemaking cousins to the East, they still don't like elves much and take an opportunity to cut across the path of a wounded elven messenger. The Path leading up to the Hall's entrance is busy with incoming warriors and well-wishers. A little behind the scenes shot. Some of the roof panels are removable. The interior of Vegrsala. A turkey is roasted on the spit, while windows are opened to let fresh air into the hall. Alva is not Arnarvhall's first shieldmaiden. In honor of her, however, two women were selected to stand guard on the Hall armory. One is a bit distracted by the handsome men and the romantic notes of the skald's lute. This day may be prouder for Asbjorn, who has championed Alva's training, than it is for her own father. He smiles beneath his great red beard as he hands her the arm-ring that signifies her full bond to him, to the Jarldom, and her status in the clan. Beneath the High Seat, a bearded Mad Marginn happily beats his shield to signal his protege's triumph. And though dark days lay before her, for Alva today is a good day.
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My recent entry for the Age of Mitgardia builds, the first step on the Mill building tree. Abdul Knee Doezeer walked behind his ostrich. Slowly the mill turned and turned, as the grains where grounded down to become the golden liquid know in Mitgardia as `Moestaart`. He just couldn`t get it why his business contact, some merchant in the small village of Merak, wanted heaps of the stuff. It tasted bitter. It tasted sharp. It was nowhere as sweet as that great tomato liquid he received back in exchange, `Koetchap`. But heck, the trades where handled correctly, he had work enough to do. And why the heck did that idiot Hagen wanted to have that piece of rubble lying aside by his mill. Didn`t he know those hieroglyphs and ruins where spread all over the land. For this build, I decided to take it a bit `out of the borders` of the snowy lands and make it a more Kaliphlin style. The idea was to depict a trade relation of my Mitgardian character, who worked his way graining away in my idea of a desert `horse mill`. No idea how I`m going to go about for stage 2 and 3, but I have some small ideas nagging already at the back of my head...
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"Sis, sis, are you sure about talking dady`s crossbow?" "Don`t worry beetroot, I have seen him use it an awful lot of times. I even heard him tell once how someone he knew had a nephew whom`s brother saw a friend shoot an apple of the head of young man." "Wow, that sounds so cool, can we try that? Can we sis? Please? Please?" "Sure, but we don`t have an apple... oh wait, here, take that carrot and hold it in front of you, then I`ll shoot the leaves from it. How hard can that be no, it is bigger then an apple after all." The final build so far, I just wanted to depict a simple archery target, nothing to fancy or special or advanced. Though I have an idea for a minifig going to end up either in archery school, or in jail...
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Damn it`s cold... In this build, I wanted to try some icing on water, modest though to make it still look like a running stream for the horse to drink out. Later on, this is to evolve at first into a normal stable, then to evolve in a large one with walled emplacements and all, so I`m thinking now of a way to include both a river / stream running through it (hmmm, maybe I should look to Helm`s Deep to make it run under the walls) and the campfire.
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Arme Joe had had enough of the adventuring life. His service for the clans and countless battles had cost him a marriage and a leg, and in the end the money he made out of it wasn`t worth the risk of endangering his life day after day. No, today the most risky thing he was going to do was to cut down some Iceblossom Weeds that had sprouted between his Rosalia Flowers, and daydream further about that large animal farm he hoped to one day possess. But until that day came, those flowers needed tending... Phase One of the farm is a villager with just a garden, so I went to build just that. I also included a part of his toolshed, and with the back open to allow access to the things inside. Now, for later builds, I`m going to enclose the buildings, but at these small scale mocs, putting down a brick block house seems like a sort of waste to me for now.
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We rejoin Alva Tyrnsdottir sometime after the axe-throwing tournament and sometime after her father began training her in the Arnarvhall style of axe and dagger close-quarters combat. An Arnarvhalling shield maiden must master many martial skills, however, including the traditional Shield Wall employed by viking parties. Training on the sand in full battle dress promotes the strength and coordination necessary for real combat. Though the weapons are blunted, no one enjoys getting hit by them. Tyrn, Alva's own father, acts as the commander of the Red Team. Their goal is to protect him from the Blue Team and vice versa. If either should break through, its commander is exposed and the victory is won for the other side. The commander of the Blue Team is Mad Marrgin, known in Arnarvhall for both his experience with the Shield Wall and his penchant for unorthodox tactics. Finally got around to my latest GoH build! I'm very proud of the water here and hope it looks as good to you guys as it does to me. I also like this Runestone better than the one I put in my Archery Phase 3. I notice now that I'm missing an obvious Mitgardian standard/flag. I hope all the green sleeves and yellow hands/faces are enough! Anyway, credit goes to someone else for the warhammer design. I only wish I could remember who's build it was where we talked about it. Same goes for the Runestone really! I should start making a list of stuff I see and then put in builds but sometimes there's a serious time lag and I forget. :( So please take credit if you see something familiar! Oh and Phase 1 here.
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The second phase of the Store tree, this build dictates to make a Market Stall. Phase one had been a merchant and his cart, and in my case was the small boat, and for this build I decided to incorporate as much elements from that little sloop into his stall itself... meaning basically the table only. The final phase is to be an actual store, and for that, like the Storeroom, I`m planning on incorporating the stall itself as the storefront. But that is still far away music... Ambrosia wanted a nice diamond to go into the ring her grandfather had given her. So when she learned when a diamond merchant, specialising mostly in ice coloured diamonds had set up his stall at the edge of town, she took gramps along. After all, he had the money... Displaying a selection of his finest gem stones (the `mirror` on the table is from a Space `Explorers` set), the merchant also carries a whole lot more of gemstones in his storage chests, including those connection pieces you got in the early days that held the transparant studs. At first I thought to also put a bodyguard or something in it, but in the end went against that idea as it would make it all to military looking, and Mitgardia might be a land of warriors, it is not under Martial Law (at current, the Book 2 Challenge is nearing our borders). For the rest, the build is pretty straightforward for a market stall, because in the middle ages, they consisted usually of a table, a sail, and some supports. Which is basically how markets still look these days, hurrah for slow evolution ;-)
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And with the ale seller, I finally completed all the `phase 1` builds of the Age of Mitgardia project, this final one being part of the Town - Inn line. The build is stated to evolve from an Ale Seller to a Beergarden to an actual complete Inn. Now, I must say this was actually the hardest for me to get completed. Not the build itself, but the fact of WHAT needed to get build. I could get an image of an inn in my mind`s eye without problems, even a beergarden (Octoberfesten!) but a simple ale vendor... The fact that this doesn`t seem to be the most popular treeline within my guild didn`t help that much either, as I couldn`t take look for references around that much, I believe only Jodocus had done one so far, but that was about it. So in the end I went for a simple cart with barrels, add in a bit of fluff text and hope I was on the right track on what to build. Captain Grumphs Banana Ale, or Banale as it is known in Mitgardia, is an exotic product created by the gorilla people of the south. Though no one actually knows where or how it is produced, let alone how a heap of mammals manage to recreate a brewery process, it is however a welcome guest often seen at the `not per se in October Octoberfesten` in the village of Merak. So now with all the little starting moc`s completed (and some over the past months already disassembled again for parts, as I don`t have the truly massive collections of especially newer parts and colours, aka everything from after my Dark Ages), I`ve started planning a couple of next phases and builds on paper. Yes, I`m that old style, even though I have LDD installed, I rarely actually use it... I just draw a rough sketch on whatever piece of paper I have at hand at the moment an idea pops in my head. Though I won`t be able by a longshot to finish all the treelines during the rest of the year, I HAVE set myself a personal goal of at first try and complete at least every line if the AoM carries over into 2015, then at the very end expand on builds that need to be corrected to obtain the relevant subtitle or title (like my Defenses - Tower). Because that special AoM tag is my target to obtain since AoM kicked off ;-)
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The next build in the series for Age of Mitgardia, and together with the Inn tree the only ones I still need to start up, is the Gatehouse series in the Defenses tree. Now the tree specifies at first a simple gatehouse, then a defended Gatehouse and finally the whole shabang with oil and such. This all results if you pass in the Gatekeeper subtitle. Now, I had a good day in MoCcing today, as you will see over the coming days, but I managed to start and complete no less then 4 builds. So to kick it all off, here is the Gatehouse phase 1. In the earlier days of rural Mitgardia, when it was still all rough lands, inhabited by savages (which, on the contrary to what a Kaliphlin dandy would tell you, was not `last week`), the `gatehouses` where nothing more then cave passages. These often where cut from the surrounding hill sides by early dwarven miners, then when they got abandoned over time where often taken over by the first human tribes who inhabited both the caves, as build their early settlements on the other sides of the passages, making great use of the natural defenses that way. The gatehouses where usually nothing more then raised platforms hewn from the rocks, where the watchers, well, watched for potential dangers, while maintaining fires to one the one hand scare off wild animals, and on the other give travellers a chance to find the passageways.
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The Aker family farm is modest, but has been with the family for generations. On the farm, they keep sheep, chickens, and of course Patches the family cow. Patches doesn't always remember that the house isn't for cows, at least not when it's warm outside. Goda doesn't always remember that sheep aren't babies. Maybe it's time her father married her off? It's Burri's job to feed the chickens. They aren't the most friendly animals on the farm, though, so occasionally he considers feeding the dog instead. -------------------------------------------------- Builder's Note: I'm not sure how happy I am with this series in general. I made a dumb mistake with the waterfall, and while I liked my second phase I feel I could have done more with the old stone hut and the stream. In this phase, I fixed a few problems but meant to build a dam and a few more things that I just couldn't get right. It took me a long time to do the house, which maybe sapped my ambition. Thankfully, I think that part turned out pretty good and I like this style of roof thatch. Phase 1 and 2 here. Thanks for looking!
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Some distance from where young Burri Aker takes Patches to eat, the Aker family's sheep have gotten a bit out of control. Goda Aker plays her pan flutes and tries to corral them as best she can. Once they're all collected and accounted for, they'll have to be taken across the stream. Too bad it's in a sorry state of repair. Good thing her husband, Burri's father, is there to fix it. Stannar Aker prefers fixing things to dealing with sheep and cows. They always get testy when he's around. ----------------------------------- Phase 1 Here Builder's Notes: I tried to do a more realistic riverbank here... not sure I really pulled it off! That staff in Goda's hand is supposed to be a shepherd's crook. I don't have any of the Brickforge ones so I had to improvise. Hopefully it looks all right. Maybe a simple staff would have made more sense.
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Warning: Sparring is a great way to train, but be careful, as it can end with disastrous results (not for Mitgardians though, only Mitgardian wannabes) . Close up of the sparring match. Different view. Figless. This guy's been in so many of my MOCs, and he doesn't even have a name. . Don't worry, I'll think of one eventually. So, hope you liked it!
