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It was a brilliantly beautiful summer morning in Terreli. Back in his spacious bedroom, King Fernando was rubbing his hands in undisguised satisfaction. Today was the day! He thought with satisfaction over the events of the past few months. King Fernando Augusto VIII chuckled as he remembered the Trade Companies. Squabbling little merchants! And now they were all eager over this little fight in a jam jar with Mardier. Haha! Wouldn’t he show them! Big plans, big plans! Begone with diplomacy! Ah! Those Oleonese! They’d rue the day they had rejected him as King! * * * Far away, in a lush forest out in the New World, Captain Argentum picked his way through the undergrowth. He was followed by a small band of his own trusty crew, and two companies of well-trained Eslandian soldiers – one from the Royal Army itself, the other a band of picked marines. A grim smile overspread the Captain’s face as he thought of the work ahead of him. A fort of Oleonese soldiers, and an outpost right nearby! This would be a piece of cake! * * * Dickie Cal sighed contentedly as he lay back against the hard brick wall of the fort. He loved this post – out of sight of everyone – perfect for naps! (Spot him if you can.. and of course you can!) The next instant he was lost in the land of dreams. He dreamed strange, strange things. He dreamed of yells and shouts and screams. He dreamed of the clash of arms and the rolling of artillery. He dreamed that the cry was raised, “Contra Oleon! Contra Oleon!” And in a panicky voice, an Oleonder cried out, “The Eslando… Eslandi… Green People!” Dickie dreamed that the Oleonders, caught unprepared, made almost no resistance, but were forced to surrender. He dreamed that all the Oleonders, including himself, were being huddled together out in front of the fort. And it wasn’t until poor Dickie was being hustled down the broad pathway at the foot of the cliffs, an Eslandian soldier prodding him along, that he realized some of it, at least, hadn’t been a dream. ----- This build was a collaborative effort between myself and Garmadon, who will be posting his half shortly! Now for more pictures of my segment: I'm rather happy with how it turned out on the whole (particularly considering the fact that it was a four day build)... probably my first attempt at this sort of jungle and using all those colors was really fun! Captain Argentum, as you can see, exchanged his usual red suit for one with dashes of green, thinking that a bit of patriotism would suit the occasion. The corps of Eslandian marines picks its way down the path - eager for the fight, but well disciplined as always. The Oleon ambassador to Eslandola is sure that these soldiers were either actually disguised Eslandians, or else maybe disguised Corries. Don't pick quarrels with me - he was the one who said it! Captain Argentum's crew is quite eager! A couple of final shots of the fort: And now I wonder what the rest of Eslandola thinks of this piece of action on the part of the King? Was the High Council aware of his intentions? If not, will they tamely submit? And how about your average Eslandian citizen - not to mention the various Mayors, Governors, Trade Company leaders, and everyone else holding important positions? Big things are brewing! As for the build: this was really enjoyable (well, except when a chair fell on it during photography... setting it back up wasn't so much fun then...), got to try out a few new things and expand a bit on others! Comments are always appreciated!
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