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The Murder of Chancellor Ungaran II It was a day of jubilation for the residents of the bustling town of Anemaquar. Ungaran, the Chancellor of the Quatarian Isles had come to meet with the customs collector for the port to discuss further moves in the prosecution of the Isle's civil war. However, Ungaran's lictors were soon required to manage the vast crowds of celebrants (due to the diminutive local garrison) and Ungaran strolled to the grounds of Palatine Hall, the customs office, in solitude. With this opportunity, a local Urgaul Pact radical swiftly lunged at the Chancellor and swiftly burned him to death on the steps of the hall, plunging the town into absolute anarchy, chaos, and confusion. A front and angled view of the Palatine Hall A shot of the assassination Side view A picture of the roof Constructive criticism and tips are appreciated, and there is one more photo on my flickr
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The leadership of the Urgaul Pact, the pro slavery faction of the Quatarian Civil War. The Pact is lead by the Yellow Hand, a political alliance led by Baladil, the Prime Minister and chief magistrate of the Pact Baladil, the Prime Minister. (right), Haladin, the Archduke of the Pact heartland (left), an emissary of the Black Spire which looks hungrily to possible land acquisitions in the conflict A shot of the moc without the minifigs. The moc is set in the town hall of Abana, a populous agrarian-based town and the de facto seat of the Urgaul Pact. Constructive criticism and tips are welcome A link for those who need to catch up with the storyline- http://www.eurobrick...ic=86192&st=875 Post 885
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Baladil Plantation, Hacienda I'd like to claim a UoP credit for: Anthropology: Life in Kaliphlin 005 by scaevola11, on Flickr Due to current developments in the Quatarian civil war, Imperator Baladil of the Urgaul Pact called for a council of war with Haladin, his Archduke of Greater Quataria, at his luxurious plantation near the town of Urgaul. Baladil: With the assassination of the Chancellor at Anemaquar, the Principality is in shambles. A swift, upward thrust at their forces in Quataria City would force them to sue for peace Haladin: Wherefore our armies are currently occupied in harassing the border governates, it seems it would be prudent to regroup before we strike, perhaps at Ramon Baladil: Our element of surprise is more important than a few more centuries (a Roman word for a group of 100 troops; is the root of the English word). Few forces will be concentrated in the metropolis since we have been prosecuting our campaign on the border townships. Therefore, the ramshackle shantytowns around Quataria City will be nearly devoid of soldiers. Haladin: Well stated. If we ardently and effectively achieve this objective, the war will swing greatly in our favor. (From left to right: Imperator Baladil and Archduke Haladin) Now for a general description: This hacienda is one of several extravagant plantation houses dotting the colossal Baladil Plantation, in the Township of Urgaul. The workers cultivate a variety of different crops, but mainly Quatarian staples such as plantains, sugar cane, tobacco, and black lotus. Black lotus is the primary article, being a powerful hallucinogen inducing flower (the violet-colored flowers in front of the hacienda; named for black seeds and ooze). While the effects are intoxicating, the lotus is still highly coveted by priests as a method of "communing with the gods" via burning them in pyres and inhaling the smoke. Baladil, being the planter, is in charge of the overall administration of the plantation and sale of goods. 009 by scaevola11, on Flickr A close up of the ornamentation 013 by scaevola11, on Flickr An angled view There are more photographs on my flickr . Critique and tips are welcome as usual.
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From the journal of Horatius Urga, Knight of the Body The Urgaul Pact descended like a horde of rabid fiends upon Quataria City. With our administration in turmoil, their forces shredded through our vanguard and burst through the gatehouse. Our meager garrison was slaughtered in the street fighting that ensued, and the soldiers indiscriminately torched the metropolis to the ground. The most flourishing port in Quataria was razed thereat, and I fled to the desert, utterly defeated. Their patrols scour the jungles, and I fear my death and the end of the Quatarian commonwealth is nigh. A contingent of bounty hunters advanced on Urga, who had sought shelter from the unforgiving dunes in a derelict watchtower nearly swallowed by the sands. The men wordlessly lunge at Urga, who is quickly grounded by their charge. Desperately brandishing his dagger, Urga is disarmed and beaten to the ground by the flat of their spears. The mercenary punctures Urga's skull, killing him swiftly. An overview of the watchtower. Well, I'm back with another moc. I was fairly satisfied with my desert landscape, but it could use a splash of dark tan. Furthermore, I also tested a different stonework technique, so please give me your advice. I think perhaps some smaller tiles may give it more variance. I intend to post my new sigfig soon, and as always C&C welcome and encouraged
