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Rafaello Orsini and his father, Francesco Orsini, have been entrusted by the Baron of Taurmont with the construction of a cathedral. While the main project unfolds, they carry out various works to embellish the capital.
During the cloudy days of winter, as part of the construction of the new city walls, one of the stone carvers working under the Orsinis is sculpting several lion heads. These small, finely detailed ornaments will serve as a display of wealth, and thus power, to any traveller arriving in the capital.
Collaboration with Eloulou and Fritofour.
Tous les invités s’étaient rassemblés à Feuillenoir, le chef-lieu du duché Austren. Dans le grand hall, décoré de bannières sombres et de torches, nobles, seigneurs et chevaliers attendaient l’ouverture officielle de la Grande Chasse d’hiver.
Le duc Bartoloméo Bellini accompagné de son cousin le Tessitore s’avancèrent devant l’assemblée. La maison Bellini étaie venue avec un cadeau : une arbalète forgé en fer d'étoile. Une arme digne des plus grand chasseur de ce royaume, offerte en hommage à la victoire de Galdric Austren au Grand Tournoi de la Paix.
Dans le silence du hall, Galdric prit l’arbalète, la souleva un instant pour l’observer, puis se tourna vers l’assemblée. Sa voix grave résonna contre les murs de pierre :
« Duc Bellini, ce présent n’est pas qu’une arme : il porte le poids d’un serment. Le fer d’étoile ne plie pas, il endure. Il traverse la nuit sans jamais céder. Aujourd’hui, devant les seigneurs rassemblés, devant les dieux de Lunaris qui veillent sur le Nord et sous les voûtes de Feuillenoir, j'accepte ce présent et j’apporte ma réponse. Oui, Bartoloméo Bellini : j’accepte l’union de nos maisons. Je vous confie ma sœur Éléanor, prenez soin d’elle comme d’un trésor et honorez notre nom. Que tous ici présents soient témoins : que cette alliance soit scellée par la loyauté, gardée par la force, guidée par l’honneur… et qu’elle apporte la paix sur nos terres. »
Cette création a été réalisé pour le rp médiéval feodalis_rpg
New MOC for medieval RPG 'Feodalis'.
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Upon learning of Duke Astragh'Ort's attack on the eve of his wedding, Baron Gregar Valor immediately prepares to ride for Ashkelon, bringing Lady Anya with him.
Envoyées par la Maison Austren, des troupes en armes surgissaient entre les rochers, se déversant comme une marée sombre sur ce petite village perché dans les hauteurs. Armées d'épées, de haches, de lances et de torches, les soldats frappaient sans pitié, brûlant les maison, pillant les mines, et abattant ceux qui tentaient de fuir ou de résister.
Ce n’était pas un simple raid. C’était une leçon.
Car le Sud avait osé défier le Nord et briser cette paix, fragile, incertaine, mais réelle.
Et la Maison Austren, fidèle à son honneur, fidèle à sa mémoire, ne pouvait laisser cet affront sans réponse.
Ce n’était pas la justice qui descendait aujourd’hui sur le duché Astragh'ort. Ce n’était pas un avertissement, ni un calcul politique.
C’était la vengeance, froide et impitoyable.
La paix était morte. Le pardon n’était plus une option.
Et si le Sud avait voulu la guerre, alors il la recevrait dans toute sa cruauté.
Cette création a été réalisée pour le rpg Feodalis
Je vous invite à aller voir la vidéo sur ma chaine youtube pour plus de photos
New MOC for medieval RPG 'Feodalis'.
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With the tournament in Sognéterno concluded, Gregar Valor turned his steps towards his stronghold, Grancastell.
As part of round 1 of Feodalis, a medieval collaborative project from the Brickyblinders, we had to do a knight and a squire.
In order of appearance, from left to right:
- the squire
- the knight
- the master sword-fighter
- the knight's father
Most of the highest representatives of the nobility of the kingdom of Valmirion are taking part in a fishing contest to celebrate the marriage of two young nobles, thus uniting their families. This event will shed glory on their families.
But nothing is going according to plan regarding the contest itself: nobody is performing well; only a couple of fish have been caught.
So what to do? You guessed it, give a small boost to Mother Nature to meet the nobles’ expectations. This is a matter of reputation, a small glimpse of what will later be called public relations.
Raffaello Orsini, out for an early morning walk, is surprised to witness barrels of fish being poured into the creek where the next round of the contest is to take place.
Built for the French RP Féodalis
Thanks to @Syrdarian for the help on the photo editing !
Welcome to the Chantéfo family’s windmill, nestled in the golden plains of Roncenoire. The Clawthorne family has long maintained close ties with the Chantéfos, so close, in fact, that the latter lived peacefully on Clawthorne land… without ever paying taxes.
The Duke’s sons have always cherished this peaceful and relaxing spot. Today, Jayce and Jayden are training with spears in the wheat field, while Alycia Clawthorne and Eva Chantéfo, their cousins, enjoy the afternoon near the windmill.
Cousins, did I say? That might be a mistake... The archives are incomplete. And of course, there’s good old Marguerite the cow, always there when you need her !
This MOC was built for the “Farms and Fields” category.
Le tuyé est une haute cheminée où brûle lentement un feu de bois, dont la fumée enveloppe les viandes pour en assurer la conservation. Suspendues à de longues perches, les pièces de gibier récoltées pendant la chasse y séjournent plusieurs semaines, parfois des mois, jusqu’à devenir d’un brun profond et d’une saveur incomparable.
Cette technique ancestrale, jalousement gardée par les maîtres des bois de la maison Austren, fait la fierté de la région.
Alors que la grande partie de chasse bat son plein dans les forêts voisines, le Roi lui-même s’est détaché de sa suite pour venir découvrir comment l’on traitait le fruit de la traque. Sous l’œil attentif des fumeurs et des veneurs, il observe le travail des artisans, mêlant curiosité et admiration devant ce savoir-faire ancestral qui transforme la chasse en héritage durable
Cette création est une collaboration entre @faebricks et @lebrickoleur pour le rpg @feodalis_rpg
In the cold north, under the banner of House Austren, the villagers work with hope in their hearts. Wheat, gathered from the fields, is taken to the watermill, where the great wheel grinds it into flour. At the village oven, the smell of fresh bread warms the winter air.
Before the villagers can eat, the lord’s tax is collected, 20% of the bread. Still, children play by the river, peasant bring flour, villagers clear the snow from the roads, and neighbors share what they have. In the north, it is unity that helps them survive the winter.
This is a moc for Féodalis and my participation for Summer joust 2025 "Farms and Fields"
After being invited by Duke Alessandro Bellini to join the many scholars and artisans who will be present at the great Sognéterno tournament,
Alaric de Cournouiller travels all over Feodalis to reach the city of Sognéterno.
With the help of his two goats, one of which is trailing behind, he has brought with him a wide variety of plants and other ingredients to provide tournament participants with healing potions and other items.
In a few weeks, Alaric will arrive in Sognétorno, so don't forget to open your bag of gold.
I got highly inspired by the moc
Jonas Schultz, especially the trees.
This is my first moc for the 'Feodalis' role play organized by
Les Bricky Blinders, and it's my entry for the ‘Capturing Character’ category of
Brickscalibur.
This MOC was built for the article I wrote for The Brothers Brick about a lego building style, the Ground-Based style:
Alaric was desperate because he couldn't find any customers despite all his efforts. Despite his declining reputation, he was still selling products of unparalleled quality, so why was no one coming to buy them?
Luckily, his hen was there to cheer him up and say, “Get up! We have to find customers!”
It was built for the RP Feodalis organized by
Les Bricky Blinders.
○ January 12th, 2025
○ The Clawthorne house controls one of the three strategic crossings of the central river thanks to Newgate, an imposing fortress that dominates this vital trade route.
Newgate consists of two massive towers connected by a fortified gate. Each tower houses soldiers ready to defend the crossing at any moment, while the central gate is reinforced with an iron portcullis that can be lowered to block any passage. On either side, two drawbridges connect the opposite banks of the river. In times of threat, the bridges are raised, isolating the fortress and rendering the crossing impassable.
Newgate is also a source of wealth for House Clawthorne: every traveler must pay a toll to access the river. These revenues ensure the maintenance of the fortress and strengthen Clawthorne’s economic influence in the region.
Simple yet fearsomely effective, Newgate stands as a symbol of Clawthorne power and an unshakable hold over one of the most important routes between the north and the south, and between the sea and the rest of the continent.
2025 has been an incredible year for me within the LEGO community. I took part in the Feodalis medieval RPG, connected with so many talented builders, exhibited my biggest MOC yet at Fanabriques—France’s largest LEGO expo—and started diving into the cyberpunk universe.
Thanks for being part of the ride!
Thanks to @Syrdarian for the help on the photo editing !
Jaylon Clawthorne, the eldest son of Duke Clawthorne and Hand of the Queen of Valmirion, made frequent journeys between Roncenoire and Ashkelon. To save time, he chose to take a more perilous route that led through a canyon in the territory of House Valor. This canyon was infamous for being filled with the failed results of human reincarnation experiments… undead creatures forever wandering in search of fresh meat.
The only way through was a series of unstable wooden boardwalks suspended above the chasm. The convoy was escorted by a patrol from House Valor, familiar with the terrain, yet the crossing remained dangerously unpredictable. The wood groaned under the weight of the horses, and every step felt like a gamble.
Was choosing the quicker path truly the wisest decision ?
This MOC was built for the “Pick Your Poison” category.
Here are the three constraints I chose:
Overpopulation – more than 15 minifigures
Beaten Track – footprints and signs of passage scattered throughout
Unstable Load – the wooden boards beneath the wagon have just given way under its weight
I thank BII members for their feedback in doing this MOC, especially Ryan (mocmind).
De baron, le Seigneur Antigone Léda s'est élevé en quelques années seulement au rang de Comte puis de Duc. Sous sa férule, son domaine s'est modernisé, des seigneurs ont été vassalisés et l'apostat Duc de Montcristal a été terassé, ses terres annexés au duché. D'aucun dirait qu'il est déjà l'égal d'un Roi.
Sa suprématie ne s'arrête pas aux champs de batailles, il s'illustre également dans les joutes et compétitions organisées dans notre monde. Récemment, il a remporté un concours de pêche (j'arrive pas à tourner cela comme étant épique mdr^^) sur toutes les autres Maisons du Royaume. Invaincu, il est à l'égal de l'ancien Dieu Neptune, Maître des Océans.
Afin d'affirmer son nouveau rang, le Duc a ordonné la construction d'un palais ducale à proximité de sa capitale, Caliban. Son architecture massive et détaillée sera un témoin de la puissance du Duc.
A cette fin, il a commissionné le sculpteur Rafaello Orsini pour édifier dans les jardins du palais un nouveau bassin au centre duquel une statue d'Antigone Léda en Neptune terassant un monstre marin sera érigée afin de commémorer sa victoire lors du Concours de pêche.
Inspiration: Bassin d'Apollon - Château de Versailles
MOC réalisé dans le cadre du French RP Féodalis
Alaric de Cournouiller doesn't find a lot of people to buy his potions and various wonderful product.
For extra luck, there's nothing like throwing a coin into a well - who knows, it might just work!
My entry for The Rogue Olympics, Round 5. The theme was "Wish". It contains exactly 91 pieces.
This is also my fourth moc for the 'Feodalis' role play organized by
Les Bricky Blinders
I didn't participate last round because I wasn't very inspired and was also busy.
Hope you like it :)
Just a better picture of the Moc 👀
"Jaylon Clawthorne, the eldest son of Duke Clawthorne and Hand of the Queen of Valmirion, made frequent journeys between Roncenoire and Ashkelon. To save time, he chose to take a more perilous route that led through a canyon in the territory of House Valor. This canyon was infamous for being filled with the failed results of human reincarnation experiments… undead creatures forever wandering in search of fresh meat.
The only way through was a series of unstable wooden boardwalks suspended above the chasm. The convoy was escorted by a patrol from House Valor, familiar with the terrain, yet the crossing remained dangerously unpredictable. The wood groaned under the weight of the horses, and every step felt like a gamble.
Was choosing the quicker path truly the wisest decision ?"
Avant de partir pour Sognéterno, le Roi Eryndor Thorsen s'était recueilli au Temple des Silences Éternels, un sanctuaire ancien taillé dans la roche des montagnes de Sombreciel.
C'est là, entouré des serviteurs de Luminaris et des lueurs vacillantes qu'il rassemble ses pensées.
Le Roi venait y apaiser la colère qui grondait en lui et puiser la force nécessaire pour supporter les nobles de Valmirion et leur famille royale. Leur arrogance, leur appétit pour les intrigues et leur mépris à peine voilé pour Sombreciel ne faisaient que nourrir son dégoût. Pourtant, Eryndor n'avait pas le choix : il devait se rendre au tournoi pour défendre l'honneur de son Royaume et, plus encore, espérer garnir les coffres presque vides avec le grand prix.
Création réalisée pour le RP Feodalis et pour Brickscalibur, dans la catégorie Perspective Matters.
Un grand merci à @faëbricks pour l'edit.
Alaric de Cournouiller finally arrived at Sognéterno. After paying the tax for installing his stand of 2 gold coin, he was able to put all the things he has to sell. Loads of things, like regenerating roots of the Grandcastell Canyo, nourishing moss of the Gravenhold hot springs, red and green mushroom, blue crystals and lots of potions.
Healing potion to dilute, endurance potion to cover more distance while travelling or more occult potions whose names should not be uttered in public
Even though the second round of the tournament is already over, there are still a few left and the stand will remain open. So what are you waiting for !
This is my third moc for the 'Feodalis' role play organized by
Les Bricky Blinders
Hope you like it :)
Count Jayce Clawthorne, second son of Duke Jorah Clawthorne, had finally arrived in Sognéterno to take part in the Grand Tournament of Peace.
Sognéterno gleamed with splendor with banners dancing in the wind. Yet, beneath the brilliance, Jayce could feel the weight of hostile stares upon him.
Northern knights whispered as he passed, their dark armor glinting with disdain. One muttered under his breath:
“The blood of Clawthorne remains tainted, no matter how many years have passed.”
Jayce answered calmly, his voice sharp as steel:
“Tainted or not, we endure and we are here to prove our worth.”
Further on, Southern nobles fixed their eyes on the yellow amulet bound tightly to his sword’s hilt. Its radiant glow stood in sharp contrast to the Solar emblems they wore with pride. One of them sneered quietly:
“A man of the South carrying the faith of the North? What a curious sight.”
Jayce paused, a calm smile tugging at his lips.
“Faith does not bend with shifting alliances. I am here for the honor of my house, and for the balance of our realms.”
Turning toward the arena, he laid his hand on his sword. Here, in this tournament, he would bring honor to his name.
Alaric de Cournouiller continues his Journey to get to reach the city of Sognéterno. He has found some regenerating roots in Grandcastell Canyo on the way and has discovered a shiny crytal.
After a few days of walk without finding anything good, red dots in the distance caught his attention, it was red mushroom. He wanders if he can truth his knowledge and bring these with him, might be useful.
For the signs and the fences, I got inspired by
LEGO Hanged Man’s Tree - The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt"
Happy New year ! The first and certainly not the last of the year :)
This is my second moc for the 'Feodalis' role play organized by
Les Bricky Blinders, and it's my also entry second for the ‘Capturing Character’ category of
Brickscalibur, because why not (:
Hope you like it :)
Alaric de Cournouiller continues his Journey to get to reach the city of Sognéterno. He has found some regenerating roots in Grandcastell Canyo on the way and has discovered a shiny crytal.
After a few days of walk without finding anything good, red dots in the distance caught his attention, it was red mushroom. He wanders if he can truth his knowledge and bring these with him, might be useful.
For the signs and the fences, I got inspired by
LEGO Hanged Man’s Tree - The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt"
Happy New year ! The first and certainly the last of the year :)
This is my second moc for the 'Feodalis' role play organized by
Les Bricky Blinders, and it's my also entry second for the ‘Capturing Character’ category of
Brickscalibur, because why not (:
Hope you like it :)
Welcome to the Chantéfo family’s windmill, nestled in the golden plains of Roncenoire. The Clawthorne family has long maintained close ties with the Chantéfos, so close, in fact, that the latter lived peacefully on Clawthorne land… without ever paying taxes.
The Duke’s sons have always cherished this peaceful and relaxing spot. Today, Jayce and Jayden are training with spears in the wheat field, while Alycia Clawthorne and Eva Chantéfo, their cousins, enjoy the afternoon near the windmill.
Cousins, did I say? That might be a mistake... The archives are incomplete. And of course, there’s good old Marguerite the cow, always there when you need her !
This MOC was built for the “Farms and Fields” category.
Welcome to the Chantéfo family’s windmill, nestled in the golden plains of Roncenoire. The Clawthorne family has long maintained close ties with the Chantéfos, so close, in fact, that the latter lived peacefully on Clawthorne land… without ever paying taxes.
The Duke’s sons have always cherished this peaceful and relaxing spot. Today, Jayce and Jayden are training with spears in the wheat field, while Alycia Clawthorne and Eva Chantéfo, their cousins, enjoy the afternoon near the windmill.
Cousins, did I say? That might be a mistake... The archives are incomplete. And of course, there’s good old Marguerite the cow, always there when you need her !
This MOC was built for the “Farms and Fields” category.
Welcome to the Chantéfo family’s windmill, nestled in the golden plains of Roncenoire. The Clawthorne family has long maintained close ties with the Chantéfos, so close, in fact, that the latter lived peacefully on Clawthorne land… without ever paying taxes.
The Duke’s sons have always cherished this peaceful and relaxing spot. Today, Jayce and Jayden are training with spears in the wheat field, while Alycia Clawthorne and Eva Chantéfo, their cousins, enjoy the afternoon near the windmill.
Cousins, did I say? That might be a mistake... The archives are incomplete. And of course, there’s good old Marguerite the cow, always there when you need her !
This MOC was built for the “Farms and Fields” category.
In the cold north, under the banner of House Austren, the villagers work with hope in their hearts. Wheat, gathered from the fields, is taken to the watermill, where the great wheel grinds it into flour. At the village oven, the smell of fresh bread warms the winter air.
Before the villagers can eat, the lord’s tax is collected, 20% of the bread. Still, children play by the river, peasant bring flour, villagers clear the snow from the roads, and neighbors share what they have. In the north, it is unity that helps them survive the winter.
This is a moc for Féodalis and my participation for Summer joust 2025 "Farms and Fields"
In this instance of the Renaissance heavy gold collar, I replaced the round pendant by a medallion featuring the sun God Solaris according to the lore of the medieval RP.
This collar belongs to the Hand of the Queen, a.k.a her principal counsellor, in the same vibe as in Games of Thrones.
NB: Intended to be submitted to SummerJoust 2025 but too late unfortunately.
In the cold north, under the banner of House Austren, the villagers work with hope in their hearts. Wheat, gathered from the fields, is taken to the watermill, where the great wheel grinds it into flour. At the village oven, the smell of fresh bread warms the winter air.
Before the villagers can eat, the lord’s tax is collected, 20% of the bread. Still, children play by the river, peasant bring flour, villagers clear the snow from the roads, and neighbors share what they have. In the north, it is unity that helps them survive the winter.
This is a moc for Féodalis and my participation for Summer joust 2025 "Farms and Fields"
Welcome to the Chantéfo family’s windmill, nestled in the golden plains of Roncenoire. The Clawthorne family has long maintained close ties with the Chantéfos, so close, in fact, that the latter lived peacefully on Clawthorne land… without ever paying taxes.
The Duke’s sons have always cherished this peaceful and relaxing spot. Today, Jayce and Jayden are training with spears in the wheat field, while Alycia Clawthorne and Eva Chantéfo, their cousins, enjoy the afternoon near the windmill.
Cousins, did I say? That might be a mistake... The archives are incomplete. And of course, there’s good old Marguerite the cow, always there when you need her !
This MOC was built for the “Farms and Fields” category.
Count Jayce Clawthorne, second son of Duke Jorah Clawthorne, had finally arrived in Sognéterno to take part in the Grand Tournament of Peace.
Sognéterno gleamed with splendor with banners dancing in the wind. Yet, beneath the brilliance, Jayce could feel the weight of hostile stares upon him.
Northern knights whispered as he passed, their dark armor glinting with disdain. One muttered under his breath:
“The blood of Clawthorne remains tainted, no matter how many years have passed.”
Jayce answered calmly, his voice sharp as steel:
“Tainted or not, we endure and we are here to prove our worth.”
Further on, Southern nobles fixed their eyes on the yellow amulet bound tightly to his sword’s hilt. Its radiant glow stood in sharp contrast to the Solar emblems they wore with pride. One of them sneered quietly:
“A man of the South carrying the faith of the North? What a curious sight.”
Jayce paused, a calm smile tugging at his lips.
“Faith does not bend with shifting alliances. I am here for the honor of my house, and for the balance of our realms.”
Turning toward the arena, he laid his hand on his sword. Here, in this tournament, he would bring honor to his name.
Jaylon Clawthorne, the eldest son of Duke Clawthorne and Hand of the Queen of Valmirion, made frequent journeys between Roncenoire and Ashkelon. To save time, he chose to take a more perilous route that led through a canyon in the territory of House Valor. This canyon was infamous for being filled with the failed results of human reincarnation experiments… undead creatures forever wandering in search of fresh meat.
The only way through was a series of unstable wooden boardwalks suspended above the chasm. The convoy was escorted by a patrol from House Valor, familiar with the terrain, yet the crossing remained dangerously unpredictable. The wood groaned under the weight of the horses, and every step felt like a gamble.
Was choosing the quicker path truly the wisest decision ?
This MOC was built for the “Pick Your Poison” category.
Here are the three constraints I chose:
Overpopulation – more than 15 minifigures
Beaten Track – footprints and signs of passage scattered throughout
Unstable Load – the wooden boards beneath the wagon have just given way under its weight
That's the character I'll be playing during the Feodalis role-play. A role-play, soon to begin, between francophones organized by
Les Bricky Blinders.
My character is named “Alaric De Cornouiller”, a solitary itinerant merchant/herbalist, crossing kingdoms to sell his wares. He collects his ingredients on his travels, whether in mountains, peerages or forests. Inside his caravan, he concocts healing potions, hair-growth lotions, healing concoctions and other sought-after artifacts, using skills passed down to him from his father. Although a loner, he has a family living far away whom he visits from time to time.
To be honest, this is my first Role Playing Game and I can't wait to get started, and even if I'm considered a “Noob Absolute”, I intend to learn and have fun.
I hope you enjoy it :)
Just a quick close-up to see in more details the...well..details :)
Loads of imprefection on the picture, but I didn't want to spend a whole hour for that.
Alaric de Cournouiller finally arrived at Sognéterno. After paying the tax for installing his stand of 2 gold coin, he was able to put all the things he has to sell. Loads of things, like regenerating roots of the Grandcastell Canyo, nourishing moss of the Gravenhold hot springs, red and green mushroom, blue crystals and lots of potions.
Healing potion to dilute, endurance potion to cover more distance while travelling or more occult potions whose names should not be uttered in public
Even though the second round of the tournament is already over, there are still a few left and the stand will remain open. So what are you waiting for !
This is my third moc for the 'Feodalis' role play organized by
Les Bricky Blinders
Hope you like it :)
Jaylon Clawthorne, the eldest son of Duke Clawthorne and Hand of the Queen of Valmirion, made frequent journeys between Roncenoire and Ashkelon. To save time, he chose to take a more perilous route that led through a canyon in the territory of House Valor. This canyon was infamous for being filled with the failed results of human reincarnation experiments… undead creatures forever wandering in search of fresh meat.
The only way through was a series of unstable wooden boardwalks suspended above the chasm. The convoy was escorted by a patrol from House Valor, familiar with the terrain, yet the crossing remained dangerously unpredictable. The wood groaned under the weight of the horses, and every step felt like a gamble.
Was choosing the quicker path truly the wisest decision ?
This MOC was built for the “Pick Your Poison” category.
Here are the three constraints I chose:
Overpopulation – more than 15 minifigures
Beaten Track – footprints and signs of passage scattered throughout
Unstable Load – the wooden boards beneath the wagon have just given way under its weight
Welcome to the Chantéfo family’s windmill, nestled in the golden plains of Roncenoire. The Clawthorne family has long maintained close ties with the Chantéfos, so close, in fact, that the latter lived peacefully on Clawthorne land… without ever paying taxes.
The Duke’s sons have always cherished this peaceful and relaxing spot. Today, Jayce and Jayden are training with spears in the wheat field, while Alycia Clawthorne and Eva Chantéfo, their cousins, enjoy the afternoon near the windmill.
Cousins, did I say? That might be a mistake... The archives are incomplete. And of course, there’s good old Marguerite the cow, always there when you need her !
This MOC was built for the “Farms and Fields” category.
Arrivé en grande pompe à Ashkelon pour le mariage, fort du soutien financier apporté à la maison royale et des nombreux présents apportés, Wallace était déterminé à s’attirer définitivement les faveurs de la Reine et à impressionner tous les convives.
Au contraire de son père, il était persuadé que sa maison était restée trop longtemps fermée aux relations extérieures.
Pour cela, il avait fait parvenir à Ashkelon tout ce que Rivermer faisait de mieux : fruits de mer, crustacés et poissons nobles étaient à toutes les tables : Tous les invités se régalaient de ces mets que beaucoup n’avaient encore jamais eu l’opportunité de déguster.
Il avait aussi fait venir avec lui ses meilleurs conseillers maritimes et artisans. On discutait ici et là technique de pêche et navigation, découvertes maritimes et débattait sur la beauté de la terre et des eaux.
A l'issue du mariage masqué fort inhabituel pour Wallace. La reine organisa un dîner plus conventionnel et convia le conseil très restreint composé des ducs, comte et barons de son royaume.
C’était désormais l’occasion pour toutes les familles de faire plus ample connaissance et d’évoquer des sujets bien plus sérieux comme la stratégie militaire, le développement commercial mais aussi la récente attaque subie par le duc Geoffrey d’Astragh’Ort.
Là encore le menu était en grande partie composé de mets offerts par la maison du Messny. Et cette fois-ci les poissons les plus rares étaient sur la table, introuvables ailleurs que dans les eaux jalousement gardées de Rivermer.
« Avec ceci ma reine, nous mettrons peut être un terme à cette bouffonnerie, à cette insulte »…pensa-t-il.
Il avait effectivement entendu par ses gens que, dans les terres de Valmirion, les commerçants de Rivermer avait été surnommée « les vendeurs de poissons pas frais ».
Il ignorait quelle contrée était à l’origine de ce surnom qui n’était jamais parvenu, pour des raisons simples à deviner, jusqu’au frontières de Rivermer.
Lors du prestigieux dîner chaque noble exprimait son point de vue et la reine écoutait attentivement les conseils de chacun.
Un détail attira cependant l’attention de Wallace…
Chacune de ses prises de paroles était le moment choisie par la reine pour se restaurer ou se désaltérer.
Sa parole avait-elle moins de valeur ou méritait-elle moins d’attention que celle des autres ?
Il lui semblait également que certains autres nobles étaient au courant d’affaires dont il ignorait tout.
Mais un autre point le déstabilisa grandement :
Quel ne fut pas son désarroi quand il s’aperçu que la reine n’avait daigné toucher au moindre présent offert par sa maison…
Ce mauvais surnom ne se transformerait-il pas en une réputation peu glorieuse ?
Était-ce la reine qui était derrière tout cela ?
Sa maison faisait-elle toujours l’objet d’une méfiance justifiée par l’histoire datant d’un siècle ?
Aucun objectif de Wallace n’avait été atteint ce jour-là… et nombre de ces certitudes avaient été ébranlées.
Jaylon Clawthorne, the eldest son of Duke Clawthorne and Hand of the Queen of Valmirion, made frequent journeys between Roncenoire and Ashkelon. To save time, he chose to take a more perilous route that led through a canyon in the territory of House Valor. This canyon was infamous for being filled with the failed results of human reincarnation experiments… undead creatures forever wandering in search of fresh meat.
The only way through was a series of unstable wooden boardwalks suspended above the chasm. The convoy was escorted by a patrol from House Valor, familiar with the terrain, yet the crossing remained dangerously unpredictable. The wood groaned under the weight of the horses, and every step felt like a gamble.
Was choosing the quicker path truly the wisest decision ?
This MOC was built for the “Pick Your Poison” category.
Here are the three constraints I chose:
Overpopulation – more than 15 minifigures
Beaten Track – footprints and signs of passage scattered throughout
Unstable Load – the wooden boards beneath the wagon have just given way under its weight
Welcome to the Chantéfo family’s windmill, nestled in the golden plains of Roncenoire. The Clawthorne family has long maintained close ties with the Chantéfos, so close, in fact, that the latter lived peacefully on Clawthorne land… without ever paying taxes.
The Duke’s sons have always cherished this peaceful and relaxing spot. Today, Jayce and Jayden are training with spears in the wheat field, while Alycia Clawthorne and Eva Chantéfo, their cousins, enjoy the afternoon near the windmill.
Cousins, did I say? That might be a mistake... The archives are incomplete. And of course, there’s good old Marguerite the cow, always there when you need her !
This MOC was built for the “Farms and Fields” category.
RP in french :
Arrivé en grande pompe à Ashkelon pour le mariage, fort du soutien financier apporté à la maison royale et des nombreux présents apportés, Wallace était déterminé à s’attirer définitivement les faveurs de la Reine et à impressionner tous les convives.
Au contraire de son père, il était persuadé que sa maison était restée trop longtemps fermée aux relations extérieures.
Pour cela, il avait fait parvenir à Ashkelon tout ce que Rivermer faisait de mieux : fruits de mer, crustacés et poissons nobles étaient à toutes les tables : Tous les invités se régalaient de ces mets que beaucoup n’avaient encore jamais eu l’opportunité de déguster.
Il avait aussi fait venir avec lui ses meilleurs conseillers maritimes et artisans. On discutait ici et là technique de pêche et navigation, découvertes maritimes et débattait sur la beauté de la terre et des eaux.
A l'issue du mariage masqué fort inhabituel pour Wallace. La reine organisa un dîner plus conventionnel et convia le conseil très restreint composé des ducs, comte et barons de son royaume.
C’était désormais l’occasion pour toutes les familles de faire plus ample connaissance et d’évoquer des sujets bien plus sérieux comme la stratégie militaire, le développement commercial mais aussi la récente attaque subie par le duc Geoffrey d’Astragh’Ort.
Là encore le menu était en grande partie composé de mets offerts par la maison du Messny. Et cette fois-ci les poissons les plus rares étaient sur la table, introuvables ailleurs que dans les eaux jalousement gardées de Rivermer.
« Avec ceci ma reine, nous mettrons peut être un terme à cette bouffonnerie, à cette insulte »…pensa-t-il.
Il avait effectivement entendu par ses gens que, dans les terres de Valmirion, les commerçants de Rivermer avait été surnommée « les vendeurs de poissons pas frais ».
Il ignorait quelle contrée était à l’origine de ce surnom qui n’était jamais parvenu, pour des raisons simples à deviner, jusqu’au frontières de Rivermer.
Lors du prestigieux dîner chaque noble exprimait son point de vue et la reine écoutait attentivement les conseils de chacun.
Un détail attira cependant l’attention de Wallace…
Chacune de ses prises de paroles était le moment choisie par la reine pour se restaurer ou se désaltérer.
Sa parole avait-elle moins de valeur ou méritait-elle moins d’attention que celle des autres ?
Il lui semblait également que certains autres nobles étaient au courant d’affaires dont il ignorait tout.
Mais un autre point le déstabilisa grandement :
Quel ne fut pas son désarroi quand il s’aperçu que la reine n’avait daigné toucher au moindre présent offert par sa maison…
Ce mauvais surnom ne se transformerait-il pas en une réputation peu glorieuse ?
Était-ce la reine qui était derrière tout cela ?
Sa maison faisait-elle toujours l’objet d’une méfiance justifiée par l’histoire datant d’un siècle ?
Aucun objectif de Wallace n’avait été atteint ce jour-là… et nombre de ces certitudes avaient été ébranlées.
Jaylon Clawthorne, the eldest son of Duke Clawthorne and Hand of the Queen of Valmirion, made frequent journeys between Roncenoire and Ashkelon. To save time, he chose to take a more perilous route that led through a canyon in the territory of House Valor. This canyon was infamous for being filled with the failed results of human reincarnation experiments… undead creatures forever wandering in search of fresh meat.
The only way through was a series of unstable wooden boardwalks suspended above the chasm. The convoy was escorted by a patrol from House Valor, familiar with the terrain, yet the crossing remained dangerously unpredictable. The wood groaned under the weight of the horses, and every step felt like a gamble.
Was choosing the quicker path truly the wisest decision ?
This MOC was built for the “Pick Your Poison” category.
Here are the three constraints I chose:
Overpopulation – more than 15 minifigures
Beaten Track – footprints and signs of passage scattered throughout
Unstable Load – the wooden boards beneath the wagon have just given way under its weight