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GCX 945329 is pictured at Allston (Boston) MA on August 16th 1980, likely at Beacon Park yard.
Initially leased to Allied Chemical and subleased to Plascon, eventually these cars were subleased to Robintech who made PVC pipe. Robintech disolved in the early 80s but some or all of these cars were transferred to Formosa Plastics which apparently inherited part or all of Robintech's PVC business. Beyond that, I haven't looked into the rest of these cars' histories. George W Turnbull photo, JL Sessa collection.
September 2019 - [LCA/LCLK] Larnaca International Airport
'EGYPTAIR 741' from Cairo.
cn 17000178, delivered in 2007.
As one of Loreos's largest war ships, she has been patrolling the Eastern sea board for near three years. The Prosecutor is returning to the main land from New Stowburn, a remote outpost in Blackhand Bay. In East Stowburn Lord Stout will take control of her as he intends to meet with his Outlaw contacts and then the rest of the Loreesi/Royal fleet.
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This has been a work in progress for some time, and there are parts I am still updating and reworking. But, I felt it was time to post, even if it is just a first draft... Also, this was supposed to be apart of my GCX entry, but there was enough room to shoot it all together!
This is technically out of order story-wise, hopefully I can finish the first one when I get back from vacay.
I would write a gripping story, but that will have to come later, because right now there are several miles of pristine beach that require my immediate and undivided attention! ;)
TFVAHAGD!
Built for the GCX for the LoR.
Mark of Falworth had mustered the biggest fighting force he had ever led to battle. If the world was going to war again, he would be able to influence the outcome.
Still following the orders of the Prince Jarius, he encamped very near the border of Loreos and Lenfald. He had also requested the assistance of the Areani to track enemy movement on the other side.
One of the Areani sent to help Mark was a personal friend of his. Acelerar had journeyed with Mark when he fled from the Queen into exile years ago.
"Greetings Acelerar! So good to see you again old chap! Looks like you're doing well in the order!"
"Thank you, Mark! My superiors are very kind to me. I am on my way to becoming part of the council!"
"Glad to hear it! Now, down to business. What is happening on the other side?"
During this conversation a Neova Areani walked unnoticed into the area next to them.
Acelerar gestured to the knight/assassin in dark green.
"I think I shall defer to my commander for the description of the other side."
Mark hadn't even noticed him, so quiet were his movements.
"Oh, Yes! Greetings, Sir! What news from the other side?"
The deep baritone voice of the Neova was somewhat intimidating even though they fought for the same side.
"The Inhabitants on the other side seem slightly distracted and disorganized. No doubt due to their newfound "independence". There are some gathered forces, mostly consisting of militia. Nothing you couldn't handle easily, but a strong offensive might be just what they need to rally in strength, just as they did so many years back."
Mark rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Hmm. I doubt a repeat of the War of Roawian Succession would be beneficial to either side."
Acelerar laughed.
"Well, I doubt you could be any less popular across the line!"
"Haha! Indeed. I think that I shall bide my time and wait for an opportunity, instead of forcing the issue like last time. Jarius would have me beheaded should I start another war!"
The Neova seemed to tighten up at the last words of Mark.
"It is disheartening to hear of your falling out."
Mark's pleasant attitude disappeared.
"Yes, I haven't been as reliable as I could be, and Jarius didn't need to disown me like that. Maybe things will be amended, maybe they won't..."
As serious as the Neova had been before he now seemed doubly grave.
"On behalf of the Order, I say that whatever happens, YOU have the support of the Areani in whatever you should choose to accomplish..."
Mark was rather surprised by by such a statement. However, he didn't show the slightest appearance of it.
"I thank you, Sir. Now back to the task at hand. I want to know what is behind every tree in this county by dawn tomorrow."
The two Areani bowed and left
and Mark was left alone.
Which was good. He had a lot to think about.
To Be Continued!
The sound of approaching footsteps could be heard above the gentle patter of raindrops falling from the surrounding pines, hissing as they struck the last embers of a dying fire.
"I thought I'd find you here."
"You thought you'd find me here. In this forest." Sithric just stared at the newcomer. Goodall grinned and stared back.
"Sure. I just asked the locals if they could point me to the worst shelter they'd ever seen, and here you are." A branch in Sithric's hastily-erected canopy creaked in sympathy. "I heard about Garheim. Nasty business."
"That reminds me. Where were you and the rest of the Company whilst I was out there busting my guts?"
"Ah - that is what I have come all this way to tell you..."
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Entry for the LoR GCX - Restricted (Preparation)
My Unrestricted entry for GCX: Uncertainty in the Realm, in the Lands of Roawia role-playing game over on Merlin's Beard.com.
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Returning from attending the Congress of Lenfald in the capital of Stonewald, Haymar and Mirranda arrive back in Durrough, to find the vast Lenfald navy being prepared for possible war with Loreos. Several new ships have been added to the fleet, including the hundred-foot long war galley LNS Marauder.
The Marauder, unlike it's counterparts in Loreos, doesn't use slaves, but rather the crew themselves, in rotating shifts of four hours on, four off, thus explaining the unusually large crew.
Arriving to deliver the Marauders sailing orders is Admiral Ajax Santos, commander of the Lenfald navy. The harbor is filled with the sounds of supplies being loaded, cursing dockworkers, and ships getting underway.
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My largest ever GC entry, this MOC was extremely fun to build, and was a nice break for me from my usual buildings and terrain that I typically do for LoR. Also, the Marauder will be my major contribution to the upcoming BFVA 2015 LoR collab.
Cheers! Hope you all like it!
"Whilst you were rekindling old friendships in the North, we were out here with the fleet, stopping the Queen's reinforcements from making landfall and your life a little bit harder." Goodall paused to inspect the spearhead he had been sharpening and grinned with satisfaction. "And whilst we were at it, guess what we found?"
Sithric grunted and took the whetstone from Goodall. "Mermaids?"
Goodall fixed him with an unamused stare. "Worse. Loressi 'traders', out to take advantage of some of our patrol vessels. We followed one to its lair but were ordered not to engage. Well, things are different now..."
Sea spray slashed across the deck as the Perth tacked heavily to port, speeding in on the incoming tide with her sails taken in. The timing was perfect. Distracted by their plunder, the raiders didn't even notice the carrack until she rounded the point. Sithric loosed his arrow, pinning an enemy crewman to his ship just as Goodall leapt from the gunwale. A tongue of fire leapt out from the galley's prow, narrowly missing the Perth's stern before that crewman suffered the same fate as the first. The rest of the raiders were doomed. Lenfald would have its revenge.
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Entry for the LoR GCX - Unrestricted (Revenge)
Just a quick build I did to try out new tree and rock techniques. Let me know what you think! Also I hope to get a GCX for LoR up next week but with finals upcoming who know.
Photojournalist / Videographer Lucian Read, Colorado River, Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona (Sept 2015)
Travel West Midlands (Your Bus) 5018 (J34 GCX) a DAF SB220/Icarus Citibus, operating a 54Y service on St.Martin`s Queensway, Birmingham, back in 1999
Sporting Smiths (Your Bus livery) having recently been acquired by West Midlands Travel, (J58 GCX) a DAF/Icarus, seen on Rea St, Digbeth, operating a 37Y service back in June 1994.
Even before the Lenfald Congress and before the attacks on Loreesi merchants, the East Stowburn Ports were teaming with activity. Merchants and mercenaries alike flowed off its docks like the Aines through the forest. The port had always been a way station for travels between the North and South, even more so now that Lenfald declared its independence. Durrough had long been the port of choice for travelers, but its uncertain future made the decision easy for globetrotters and peddlers. Loreos remained leal supporters to the Royal Isle and they in turn returned their favor to Loreos.
"Lord Stout?" -- Ronnet Oresbane inquired.
Again Lord Stout's mind drifted to the sea as the cool sea air swept through his silver mane.
Lord Stout slowly looked up, "I see the men of the Bloody Spear are deep in their cups again."
"What good would they be in battle if they weren't!" - Lord Ronnet proclaimed.
"But, they aren't in battle ... and if were up to me they won't be for some time " growled the elder statesman. Lord Stout continued, "I haven't the foggiest where the Isle stands on Lenfald's actions. Even if this were to come to blows I imagine Garheim still has a soft spot for the Frogs, best case is they remain neutral. I never understood their affinity for them, it would seems we have more in common with them than they do with the Green Buggers. Can they not understand they live in desert much like ourselves, the cold can burn a man just as bad as the sun. "
"True, father," Gerrick piped up.
"And then there are the Outlaws. Some are good folk, many indistinguishable from our own citizens, but then there are their bad apples. Really bad apples. I do so hope this Drakk and Keeler are apart of the good folk. " - Lord Stout
"Not too good I hope! Good men don't equate to good fighters " bellowed Ronnet!
Lord Stout smiled and took in the scene, after a moment his voice rang out the standing orders to the men on the dock.
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This is my largest MoC to date. This MoC was pain the hind parts to build! The height alone took a significant amount of my colored bricks and even some DUPLO! The build would have been larger, but I didn't have the space on the table for everything. Also, this is my first modular build. I found this makes it soooo much easier to work on. This Moc will be my major contribution to the Bricks by the Bay event in August. (It means I can't build too many big MoCs until that time!)
" Thomas stood under the mid afternoon sun in the massive northern jungle that covered most of Torith's Northern shore. The pirates were late, but then again that was to be expected. Soon he would have to leave or risk a stroke but when all seemed lost a small band of armed men approached him. Trying not to look upset Thomas smiled and approached the group of men.
"I'm glad you could make it" Thomas announced as he reached out to shake the lead pirates hand.
"Aye, the captain sends is regards, an he's appy ter do bizzness wid ya again." The Pirate replied, completely ignoring Thomas's hand.
"Good, you will be paid a wealthy amount for your assistance in the protection of Loressi waters."
"As long ya provide us wid plenty of vittles and weppins we'll be appy to werk wid ya." The Pirate handed Thomas a parched piece of paper and stepped back patiently waiting for an answer.
Thomas glanced at the paper where a list had been written in black ink, once again Thomas was the errand boy...."
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Enjoy!
Autobuses Urbanos Irún Fuenterrabía, S.L. (AUIF): el microbús número 101 (Mercedes Benz O515 CDI Sprinter City 65, matrícula 1643 GCX) prestando servicio en la línea urbana L3.
Autobuses Urbanos Irún Fuenterrabía, S.L. (AUIF): the minibus number 101 (Mercedes Benz O515 CDI Sprinter City 65, registration 1643 GCX) working a service on the L3 city line.
Reg - KY23 GCX
Type - Scania 460R
New - June 2023
Operator - Derry Refrigerated Transport
Based - Craigavon, County Armagh
Pictured - A29 Main Street, Garvagh County Londonderry
Ibérica de Concesiones y Servicios S.A. (IBERCONSA, grupo AISA): los midibuses números 37 y 40 (ambos MAN NM223F/Castrosua CS-40 Magnus, respectivamente matrículas 8004 BTL y 4318 GCX) en la terminal de las líneas urbanas situada en la entrada del Hospital General.
Ibérica de Concesiones y Servicios S.A. (IBERCONSA, grupo AISA): the midibuses numbers 37 and 40 (both MAN NM223F / Castrosua CS-40 Magnus, respectively registration numbers 8004 BTL and 4318 GCX) at the terminal of the city lines located at the entrance to the General Hospital.
Autocares Framar S.L. (grupo ALSA): el autobús número 10135 (Scania N270UB/Castrosua CS-40 Versus, matrícula 1418 GCX) en la terminal de la línea suburbana 171 a Dílar, con concesión autonómica VJA-028 a nombre de Bus Metropolitano de Granada S.L. Antes de incorporarse al grupo ALSA, este autobús tenía el número 92 en Framar.
Autocares Framar S.L. (ALSA group): bus number 10135 (Scania N270UB / Castrosua CS-40 Versus, registration number 1418 GCX) at the terminal of suburban line 171 to Dílar, with regional concession VJA-028 in the name of Bus Metropolitano de Granada S.L. Before joining the ALSA group, this bus had the number 92 in Framar.
GCX Unrestricted – Preparation at Castle Kjeldslot
Spring in the Kjelddal was usually everyone’s favorite time of year. But this year was different. The hidden vale of the Kjelddal used to be happy and peaceful. There were never any outsiders bringing their politics and wars into this tranquil place. But that started to change last year.
Lord Gøttfried Kjeldsen sent three of his most trustworthy advisors out into greater Garheim on a mission to gather information.
While on his Lordship’s mission, Norvald visited a small tavern in Ugleheim. As he often did, Norvald had a bit too much to drink and his tongue became a bit too loose. Soon everyone else in the tavern had heard that he was from the hidden land of Kjelddal. The next morning, Norvald realized his error and left town immediately. He went straight home to the Kjelddal, avoiding main roads as much as he could. He had thought that he had covered his tracks well, but two days after his return, one of the villagers reported that his food storage had been emptied and that two of his horses were gone. After searching the vale, there was no sign of the stolen food or horses. Clearly, Outlaws had gotten into the Kjelddal, and escaped. The hidden valley would not remain hidden for long.
The next day, Torbjørn and Fridleiv, Kjeldsen’s other two advisors, returned to the Kjelddal, bringing news of the uncertainty and fear spreading all over Roawia. “It’s clear now that we can no longer trust in our location to keep our people safe.” Kjeldsen told his men. “We need to take measures to prepare ourselves for the days ahead. We have been hidden from war for years, but we cannot trust that our location remains a secret. We must take extra precautions to safeguard our livelihood. From this day on, everyone in the Kjelddal must bring their foodstores and any other possessions they hold dear behind my castle walls. The livestock must also be stabled in my courtyard at night. We will double the castle guard and keep men on the walls day and night. Nothing outside the castle should be considered safe.”
“My Lord,” said Norvald, “This is all my fault. The outlaws must have followed me home from Ugleheim. I will stay on the wall day and night, and the minute they show their ugly faces they will meet the blade of my axe.”
“Very well” said Kjeldsen. “I will personally oversee the movement of food and livestock into my walls. I don’t want anyone in my home that isn’t of the Kjelddal.”
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My entry into the GC X – Preparations category at LOR. This castle has actually been built for a few months now. It was a winter project that I just never got around to photographing. That, and since it wasn’t done in time for CCC, I decided to save it for another contest. I originally tried a few different techniques in building the roof, but in the end I opted for the good old fashioned “studs on top” approach. Everything else I tried just looked to ramshackle in comparison with the rest of the castle’s clean and well-kept appearance. The Kjeddal is one place that has been hidden from the previous war, after all, so I decided that it should look that way.
Mitsubishi Lancer Evo VI (1999-01) 1998cc S4 Turbo
Registration Number BT 51 GCX (Birmingham)
MITSUBISHI SET
www.flickr.com/photos/45676495@N05/sets/72157623673365229...
The Mitsubishi Lancer Evo is a high performance car. There have been ten versions to date, since the models inception in 1992. All use two litre turbocharged engines and are all wheel drive. Originally intended only for Japan, the cars international popularity and grey imports led to the car being offered through the Ralliart dealer network in the UK.
The Evolution VI's changes mainly focused on cooling and engine durability. It received a larger intercooler, larger oil cooler, and new pistons, along with a titanium-aluminide turbine wheel for the RS model with Output was rated at 280 PS (276 hp; 206 kW). The Evolution VI received new bodywork, most noticeable change being within the front bumper where the huge fog lights were reduced in size and moved to the corners for better airflow.
Diolch am 95,229,158 o olygfeydd anhygoel, mae pob un yn cael ei werthfawrogi'n fawr.
Thanks for 95,229,158 amazing views, every one is greatly appreciated
Shot 03.07.2022, at Cars in the Park, Lichfield, Staffordshire REF 161-129
C859 GCX - West Yorkshire Fire Service - Dodge G16/Carmichael/Magirus turntable ladder. Photo by the late Dave Hinde
Go North East's Consett-based "Red Kite Ranger" branded Volvo B9TL/Wright Eclipse Gemini 2 6046 (NK12 GCX) is pictured here on Woodside Bank, Lanchester, whilst working scholars service 820 to Bridgehill. 19/04/23
- Fleet: 6046
- Reg: NK12 GCX
- Operator: Go North East
- Route: 47A
- Depot: Consett
- Livery: Red Kite Ranger
- Type: Volvo B9TL
- Bodywork: Wright Eclipse Gemini 2
- Livery New In: Tyne Tees Xpress
- New to/ Year: Go North East / 2012
- Location: Smailes Lane, Rowlands Gill
Amsterdam 27-03-1993. Siesta of Middlesbrough J69 GCX, DAF SBR3000DKZ570 / Plaxton Paramount 4000 new in October 1991.
Tarporley based appliance
New in 2007 to Chester fire station
Later served at widnes as retained appliance
before transferring to Tarporley fire station
First flown with the Airbus test registration F-WWDK, this aircraft was delivered to RBS Aviation Capital and leased to TAM Lineas Aereas as PR-MHO in Oct-07. It was returned to the lessor in Nov-15 and leased to Monarch Airlines as G-ZBAT in Dec-15.
Monarch Airlines ceased operations in early Oct-17 and the aircraft was returned to the lessor and stored at Ostrava (Czech Republic). The aircraft was re-registered EI-GCX in Nov-17.
It remained stored until it was leased to Iberia as EC-MUF in Mar-18. The aircraft was transferred to Iberia Express in Jun-19. Current, 03-May-23.
Río de Janeiro, Brasil 2014.
De izquierda a derecha... Copacabana, Morro de Urca, Botafogo y Flamengo.
Disparo realizado por mi excelente compañero de viaje... gcx son !
Río de Janeiro, Brasil 2016.
A la distancia, deseando unos felices Juegos y con suerte para todos.
The adjourning of the Great Congress of Lenfald brought with it almost as many questions as it did answers. For Abner, it also brought new orders.
Gottfried, Abner's commander, strode over as the delegates began to rise and file out of the chamber.
"Abner," he said, looking directly into his subordinate's face. "Do you know why I chose you to accompany me to such an important occurrence?"
Abner stood and addressed his captain. "I know not, sir."
"It is because I feel you are trustworthy and that you possess great patience," continued Captain Gottfried. "Am I incorrect in my judgments?"
"Nay, sir, I am worthy of your trust and I am a patient man," replied Abner, somewhat confused.
Captain Gottfried's mouth turned up in a rare mischievous smile. "Good, because we have been given the task of escorting his lordship the Grand Duke Meyrick back to Ainesford!"
Abner shook his head in disbelief. "That is just not fair, sir," he replied.
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The small company departed Stonewald the following morning on horseback; Grand Duke Meyrick and his aide, Captain Gottfried, Abner, and a small detachment of rangers from the capital.
The journey was uneventful, and the riders came in view of the Ainesford gates in a few days' time. The city itself, however, was another matter.
Smoke billowed from an old warehouse just inside the perimeter wall and the shouts of men working frantically to douse the flames could be heard even outside the city. Rioters charged through the streets, hurling torches and brandishing various farm implements menacingly. Soldiers stood guard in front of key buildings, clashing occasionally with particularly bold citizens.
Grand Duke Meyrick motioned for the rangers to follow and trotted his horse ahead, leading the party towards the city center. A cry came up from a woman in the street, "Aye, look 'ere! Tis the duke, returnin' to take 'way all our 'ard-earn'd money!"
People began to shout and run after the horsemen, who now galloped towards a large building only a few hundred yards ahead. Abner recognized it as the city hall of Ainesford - an old, worn, but still beautiful building originally constructed as a symbol of the city's economic prosperity. It was surrounded by soldiers, a handful of whom rushed forward to greet their lord and take away the horses.
The group dismounted hastily and the captain of the guard ushered them inside, shutting the heavy oaken doors firmly behind them.
"This is madness," said Gottfried, pointing back towards the chaos. "Utter madness."
The din of the mob could still be heard clearly outside.
"It will subside," replied Sorley Meyrick cooly, taking a seat at the long table in the center of the hall.
"That's your answer?!" cried Gottfried, seating himself across from the duke and his aide, "Ignore the problem and wait for it to solve itself?"
The grand duke glared at the ranger captain. "Don't question me, Captain. Remember that you are a guest in my city and that I was a ranger once as well. I know how hot-headed you types are."
Gottfried rose angrily, knocking over his chair and slamming his sword on the table. "YOU have no power but that which the people grant to you!" he yelled. "And by the sound of it," he said, cupping his hand to his ear dramatically (the rioters could be heard just outside the hall), "they don't seem very supportive right now."
Now the duke rose, and his aide with him. "How DARE you!" screamed Meyrick, "How dare you question a Grand Duke- a lord- a, a, a NOBLEMAN! I will not have this kind of disrespect. I will have your head! You will pay for this- hang for this! You lily-livered, toad-licking-"
"ENOUGH!"
The room fell utterly silent and everyone turned in shock to the man who had just shouted. Abner stepped forward from the shadows into the light of the chandelier.
"What did you just say to me, boy?" growled the duke.
"I said 'enough'," replied Abner calmly. "Now I believe my commander was about to propose a resolution to this issue that you seem incapable of handling on your own." He inclined his head to Gottfried. "Pardon the interruption, sir. Please continue."
Captain Gottfried shook his head, placed his hands on his hips, and let out a hearty laugh. He looked back up at the duke and said, "Now when is the last time you met someone who could make me chuckle?"
Grand Duke Meyrick took a moment to recover, then a thin smile spread across his face as well. "Your man doesn't disappoint in the least, Gottfried. Bring him to the table, let's see what kind of ideas this young man has for solving our rioting problem."
Abner, utterly confused, walked slowly up to the table and took his chair as the other men sat.
"Our apologies for the deception, friend, but we had to know you were willing to risk your own self in these difficult times before we trusted your counsel," said the duke. "Gottfried here has spoken most highly of you- he says you are very wise."
Abner, still completely lost, stammered, "You gentlemen... know each other?"
Grand Duke Meyrick and Captain Gottfried looked at each other for a moment, then broke out into another fit of laughter.
"I'm telling you!" said Gottfried between laughs, "This fellow is hilarious!"
Seeing the bewildered expression still plastered across Abner's face, Grand Duke Meyrick said, "Abner, this is my brother-Gottfried Meyrick."
Unrestricted entry to the LoR GCX - Unrest.