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LAA Rally 2017 - Sywell - Northamptonshire.
Home built in the UK in 2011 and registered as G-CGJS on 29Jan10.
LAA Rally Sywell 2018.
Built in New Zealand in 1971 by Aero Engine Services Ltd and delivered new to the UK as G-AZBE on 05Jul71.
Built by Reims in France in 1979. Bought from Germany on 22Oct05 where it had been registered as D-EERU and reregistered to G-CDTX.
LAA Rally 2017 - Sywell - Northamptonshire.
Home built in the UK in 2014 and registered G-JCIH on 25Jul14.
ORM 133 is a Bristol LS6G with Eastern Coach Works bodywork. New in 1955 as Cumberland 351, it is seen in the Barnsley yard of dealer Paul Sykes where it had just arrived from Lewis, Morriston. It would be sold for scrap the following month.
A pair of unusual T tailed pusher aircraft.
A very unusual looking powered glider on a short hop over from Hinton-in-the-Hedges.
LAA Rally 2017 - Sywell - Northamptonshire.
Built in France in 1973 and registerd in Holland as PH-WAB. Sold to the UK as G-BMHS on 07Apr86.
LAA Rally Sywell 2018.
Built in France in 1956 and registered F-BHNU on 27Nov56. Transferred to the UK register as G-AYGA on 30Jun70.
LAA Rally Sywell 2018.
Built in France in 1960 and delivered new to the UK register as G-ARDD on 04Jul60.
New England was drenched with heavy rainfall and temps in the 50s coming only two days after the first substantial snow of the season which meant localized flooding in low lying areas all over and the railroads were not spared. Amtrak's Northeast Corridor was completely shut down in the typical low spot around ORMS interlocking just railraod east of Providence Station affecting the MBTA's morning rush as well as all of their own service. As the water began to subside Main 1 in the center of the RofW was naturally the first to emerge while Main 2 and freight only Track 7 remained submerged. With engineering department folks on site assessing the scene and monitoring conditions all traffic between LAWN and ORMS was given a Form D through the work zone and funelled down that track in both directions initially at only 5 MPH.
Here is 45 minute late outbound Keolis/MBTA train 807 tiptoeing thru ORMS at MP 186 with F40PH-3C 1065 leading a 5 car trainset. Track 7 used by the Providence and Worcester freights is the one behind them and being the lowest it still is mostly underwater and it seemed likely that PR-3 would not be making it down to the Harbor for at least a day.
Providence, Rhode Island
Wednesday January 10, 2024
My RealFee Rian arrived this week. He was supposed to be a fire dragon, but I preferred him as an ice dragon, so I selected white for the dragon legs. Unfortunately the wings and horns were only available in red. I'm wondering if I could paint the wings and horns silver...
LAA Rally 2017 - Sywell - Northamptonshire.
Home built in the UK in 2002 and registered G-BZEZ on 08May01.
Ocean Master
Alias: Orm Currey
Powers: Can swim up to 70 knots, Atlantian magic and can breathe under the water.
Arch Enemy: Aquaman
Not your typical member of the legion but I do believe that the needs contacts everywhere including under the ocean. While he does not show up in the Hall of Doom and Black Manta holds his more public spot, he provides information to the legion from his spot in the Atlantian council.
"The bandits are said to be hiding within the caves, and after a birds eye view Damian says that their in a small open crevice and have set camp there" Serene told the three people who were gathered around her pointing to out a small area on the map. Before Damian's accident they had been hired by an associate of the High king of the Dwarves to clear out a party of bandits within the Disenka caves. They had only stopped at the old library as it was on the way to Parkva. The man who hired them had told them that they were guarded by a Fire Drake but Damian said he had not seen it, nor the other two bandits. Solomon suggested that they could be getting firewood. But it didn't seem right to Serene.
"Damian you take Willow around the back and she'll be able to cause a gust of wind to whip up a cover of snow so Solomon and I can sneak up unnoticed and take out the three bandits before they no what hit him" Serene continued, showing them with the map.
"One of them is Repintia, he'll smell you a mile away" Damian told them.
"He'll be preoccupied with the snow" Serene said pushing it aside.
"Then let's get going!" Solomon smiled putting a hand on one of his swords. As they were leaving Willow walked up to Serene placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Thank you for keeping me away from the violence as it does sway from my beliefs" She said softly.
"Don't mention it" Serene said, running of into the tunnels with the speed her elf genetics gifted her along with her brother.
"Let's go" Damian said holding out his hand and looking to the grey skies.
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The fire flickered as the snow whirled around the bandits, they knew something was afoot. Ever since they had gotten here three attempts of attack had been tried, though none had used magic they knew it was only a matter of time. Delentra gripped his sword tight, the reptilian was not a fan of the cold and was almost always by the fire.
"I don't like this" He hissed to a human man named Conner who was nocking a bolt within his crossbow.
"Then ge' to work an' use that nose o' yours!" He said with a mouthful of crooked and yellowed teeth.
"Very well" he said dropping to all fours.
"Duck!" he cried leaping up swinging his sword around. Conner ducked as an arrow embedded itself in the wooden structure where his head had been.
"Yargh!" the Berserker Yossin cried swinging his battle axe round as the Rogue he fought leapt back but slipped in the snow and fell on his backside.
"Die ye miserable thief!" the warrior yelled swing the axe down at Solomon as he lifted his swords to intercept. Serene fired an arrow at the Repentia hitting it in the shoulder and turned to fire at Yossin.
"Damian we need some help!" She cried letting loose the arrow aimed for Yossin's weapon. The arrow struck the axe sending it flying back. A crossbow bolt whizzed past Serene's ear.
"Damian!" She cried nocking another arrow.
"Hiyaah!" a young man cawed swooping down letting Willow touch the ground before he delivered a swift kick to the bowman bellow. Damian swung his sword down impaling him before he could recover and looked over at Serene who was trying to help her brother defend against Yossin. Behind her the Repentia had recovered and was about to lob her head off.
"No!" Damian cried waving his hand making the ground beneath the lizard man began to as something below moved underneath shake and threw him back. Hands then grabbed at him from all sides pulling him into the earth, never to be seen again. Damian then knelt down breathing heavy, he'd used what magic he had and was now very tired and would collapse if not for Willow who rushed to his side.
"Time for a dispatch!" Yossin yelled swinging his axe in an attempt to take Solomon's head off. He quickly dodged and stabbed at his knee causing him to cry in pain only to receive an arrow to the mouth from Serene. The large man fell to the ground with a large thump.
"Damian are you all right? You seem to take a lot of damage these days" Solomon said, getting up off the ground to go comfort his friend.
"I'm fine" He wheezed letting Solomon help him up.
"Did you... did you... did you find that... that Fire Drake?" Damian asked his friend placing an arm around his shoulder. His feathers ruffled behind him. They did not do well in the cold, though he himself had previously insisted he was not cold and did not need a cloak to warm him. Solomon believed him, his wings were quite soft and he usually slept with them wrapped around him in place of a blanket. As if on cue a hiss pierced the silence of the settling snow.
"You jinxed it" Serene scowled to her brother. Soon another sound pierced the silence. This one a hardy bellow of a man.
"Who do you suppose that is?" Willow asked.
"There's only one way to find out" Solomon said with a smile of wry.
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The Party of the Crow completes the quest Bandit Bounty, but it may not be over yet.
LAA Sywell Rally 2019.
Built in Germany in 1988. Imported from the Italian register where it had been I-APBK. Registered as G-CHXK on 29Apr13.
1999 LDV Convoy minibus.
Previously registered S828 TOV.
An ex-Royal Mail Post Bus.
Photo with kind permission of succulent95. www.flickr.com/photos/34679063@N04/
LAA Rally 2017 - Sywell - Northamptonshire.
Built in the US in 1977 and registered N757UW. Imported into the UK on 11Jan90 as G-BRTD.
LAA Sywell Rally 2019.
Built in the USA in 1970. Delivered new to the UK register as G-AYPU on 13Jan71.
Built in the USA in 1976 and registered N4328F. Transferred to the UK register as G-GASP on 15Oct90.
My app for Rolud Örm
Serene and Solomon sat around their fire enjoying a hard days of thieving from those who did not need what they had. Solomon chatted away to his sister while stuffing his face with a large loathe of bread.
"You'd think they'd the imperial guard would keep a closer eye on their fine wine now, I mean it must be worth at least a couple of gold pieces!" he laughed swinging the bottle around clumsily.
"Cut it out Sol" Serene cut him off motioning for him to be silent. A screech was heard close off and rustling above them. Serene grabbed her bow and nocked an arrow aiming at the noise of what she could only assume was an attacker.
"Hiyaaa!" Someone yelled and a Dark hearted Vampire was thrown into the ground before the twins.
"It's dead, no need to go crazy" said the man flying down to meet his friends. The young man who had taken down the creature was called Damain and the large black feathered wings protruding from his back were a mystery he was intending to find out.
"Warn us if your going to do that Damian" Solomon said resting back down.
"Right, I'll go continue the watch, see if that thing had anything worth taking on him" Damian nodded flying back of into the night.
My party so far:
Damian Tion: A human born with black feathered wings being feared in the small village he grew up in as one of the Dark ones children. A Human and a Bard, short sword, Spell of Necromancy
Serene and Solomon Silverlight: Half Human, Half Elf the siblings share attributes of both races with Soloman taking the looks of an Elf but the skills of a human rogue (and no pointy ears :P) and Serene the looks of a human and the grace of an Elf (She has the pointy ears :D) Soloman a Rogue has two short swords and light armour and Serene a Ranger has a basic bow and light armour.
The man suspected he was being watched ever since he set foot outside the tavern. He'd dismissed the thought that it could be anything "evil" at the time, partly due to his belief that those creatures didn't like to mingle with humans, and partly because he was sufficiently drunk.
The Wolf Man had lunged out of the shadows at him while his back was turned, and using his daggers, sliced the man in two.
The Wolf Man then knelt next to the corpse and began to feed on his innards.
"Now thatss a pleassant ssight." Said a voice from the shadows.
The Wolf Man lurched and panned his eyes around the shadows.
"Where are you?!" He asked the voice.
"I think the more important matter iss, where are you?"
The hairs on the Wolf Man's body stood on end. "What do you mean?"
From the shadows, a grey face emerged. "Murdering a Human in plain ssight iss ssuicide." It explained. "Only a fool would take ssuch a rissk."
The Wolf Man stood up to greet the creature in the shadows.
"A Repentia. I should have guessed from that awful stench."
The Repentia strode over to the Wolf Man and eyed him up. "Look who'ss talking."
They both took a moment to observe each other, and then the Wolf Man spoke. "Who are you?"
The Repentia, now in full sight, replied: "My name is Cliass Clior."
"Gerran Holm." The Wolf Man replied. "Now if you don't mind me asking, what is a Repentia Warrior like you doing here at this time of night?"
Clias hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly hissed. "I wass an outcasst from my people. To them, I was usselesss. Inept. Weak. Jusst becausse of thiss."
He held out what should of been his right arm, but in its place was a metal hook at the end of a metal arm. "I wass injured in battle. I ssurvived, but at a price. And now, I'm hated by my own people."
A toothy smile spread across Garran's face. "Then I guess I'm not too unlike you. I too was banished."
A thought passed through Clias's head. "Then why don't we ssay-" Clias was interrupted by the enthusiastic Gerran. "-Team up?"
A smile had spread across Clias's face too. "Well then Mr Holm. I believe we have a deal."
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My party so far:
Gerran Holm: Wolf Man Rouge, Two Serrated Daggers.
Clias Clior: Repentia Warrior, Short Sword.
The weather has been unusually chilly, so Orm needed a warmer jacket. I also painted his horns silver with metallic blue to emphasize the structure. Now his horns match his claws.