Minecraft Keep. Update #2

Here's another few pictures of my keep.  Upon entering, you can see only several of the things I have changed.

Above, the water fall from the roof cascades down, and a small fireplace (that gave me some TROUBLE with all the wood nearby) in front of the throne.

Here's what it looks like from the throne now.

This is what it now looks like from the outside.  As you can see, I have now put up the roof and the two towers.

Here's an aerial view of what is now looks like, taken from a tower of the Dwarven fortress. 

A top down view with the surrounding landscape.

This is Aror Keep (yes, it's named!) from a side shot.  On top of the nearby mountain you can see one of the unfinished Dwarven towers.

And lastly for today, is a shot of the roof, which I thought was the best and funnest part of the entire thing - and I usually hate doing roofs.   But, I really like the design in this one. :D

Anyway, I guess that's it.  Nope, no more 'Herobrines' to show you. :(

~The WordWeaver

Warg Scouts.

This tag was originally made by HyperLinkzer, who tagged Andy, who tagged DrummerGuy, who tagged Taisia, who tagged me, who will tag... I don't want to spoil that yet though.

RULES:

1.  Put a music playlist on shuffle.

2.  The first song is the answer to the first question, the second to the second question and so forth.

3.  Um... I forget.  But you probably know it unless you haven't seen any of the blogs above.

Lastly, (before we get to the goodness) in honor of the Hobbit, I have done this shuffle in ALL The Hobbit:  An Unexpected Journey songs, which actually made it a lot more interesting. :)

If someone says, "Is this okay?" What do you say?

An Ancient Enemy.

What would best describe your personality?

Moon Runes.  (Aha).

How do you feel today?

The Trollshaws.

What is your life's purpose?

Over Hill.

What is your life's motto?

Misty Mountains.

What do your friends think of you?

 A Very Respectable Hobbit (Uh, LOL?)

What do your parents think of you?

Out of the Frying-Pan.

What do you think about very often?

Roast Mutton (Uh… no I don’t. ~ YES WE DO! ~  *looks around*  Gollum?)

What is 2 + 2?

Dreaming of Bag End.

What is your life story?

The World Is Ahead.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Radagast the Brown (No, we don’t precious, we wants to be GOLLUM and SMEAGOL!)

What will they play at your funeral?

Song of the Lonely Mountain.  (OOH!! THAT GIVES ME AN IDEA! :D :D :D)

What is your hobby/interest?

A Troll Hoard.  (Yesss precious, yessssss…)

What is the worst thing that could happen?

The Adventure Begins.

How will you die?

Old Friends (uh oh).

What will you put as the title of this blog post?

Warg Scouts.

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~The WordWeaver

Minecraft Keep

I play Minecraft some - usually while I should be writing - anyway, here's a small keep I've been building.  It will be the center of a large city and neighbor to a dwarven fortress - once I get it all finished.

So far, it's only about half done, with only a small amount of furnishing.

See and enjoy my WIP Keep.

Above is the Keep, the first floor of which is largely finished.  As you can see, it was snowing as I took these pictures.

The top picture, entering the gate, shows the front of the Keep.  The lower screen shot is the throne and a slanted roof above it.  It was meant to look cool, once the Keep's roof goes on, not sure if it will.

A view from the throne itself.

An aerial view of the Keep and the surrounding mountains in which the Dwarf Udrin and his kin live (isn't it so awesome to make up your own back story as you build??? :D)

The Keep from the view of a nearby mountain.  In the background you can see The West Tower, built by Terris the Old in 445.  Now, almost five hundred years later, the Keep has been built.  I plan to make a bridge from the keep to the West Tower in time.

Two beautiful sunrises.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, grip you seats hard.

There is something crazy scary about to be revealed.

It's Minecraft's most feared and hated subject, yet I have seen it.

Yes, you guess it.

HEROBRINE.

Looky at this Picture if you doubt me.

EYES.

HEROBRINE'S EYES.

I was Tnting the place out for the Dwarven fortress... when I found the eyes.

The eyes of Herobrine.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Just kidding, it was two nicely placed pieces of XP that looked like eyes.  It gave me a scare though. :P

~The WordWeaver~

Dwarven-ish song

"Yo ho ho ho
Onward we go,
Forward we go!
Under mountain, under leaf,
Over hill, over brook,
Through plain, through storm.
Yo ho ho ho,
Onward we go,
Forward we go!"

"Through waters we speed,
Through golden fields we lead,
Under mountains, past it's fountains,
towards the land of gold!"


"Yo ho ho ho
Onward we go,
Forward we go!
Under mountain, under leaf,
Over hill, over brook,
Through plain, through storm.
Yo ho ho ho,
Onward we go,
Forward we go!"

So... I got the idea of that from climbing up and down a large hill near our house.  It was snowing a lot, which made it better.  Not a great song, not at all.

But considering that's the first one I have ever made up... I think I can give myself a bit of slack. :P

(It was also inspired from the Hobbit. :)

~Inksplattered and Sputtering,

The WordWeaver

Here is my review on The War Horn, an amazing novella by J. Tobias Buller.  If you haven't already got it, I suggest you do, it's very good.

John - the son of Lord Cayson - wakes late in the morning.  While a certain man visits his mother and father, he skips morning prayers and meets a welsh friend of his own age.  However, when news comes to the castle later and a note is found, John's world seems to be broken in half... and indeed it was cracking - cracking into war.  But after a few suspenseful days, John's only hope is to find the Holy Grail and... give it to his enemy.  But why would a tyrant, ungodly man like Lord Gair want a holy relic?

The War Horn places you in John's mind, every decision he makes, it feels as though you make.  I gasped at numerous twists and turns, with each page I was led inward, I felt myself wanting to scan the pages ahead to find out what would happen.

This Historical Fiction was well thought out, developed, and clear to understand.

I can see J. Tobias Buller, or Jake, weaves his tale incredibly, amazing debut novella.  However, this is his first published work and in several parts - especially near the beginning - it shows through.  And being self-published there are several grammatical mistakes.  The ending, too, while satisfying, lacks some of the 'epicness' it could have.

Still, The War Horn is one of the tidiest self-published novella's I've read, and what experience was lacking in the beginning, was soon made up for.

I cannot explain how much this book engrossed me.  I literally was on the edge of my seat.  If you are looking for a book to read, to intrigue you and bring you in, or even just to relax after a hard day, then The War Horn is your book.

I shall wait (not so patiently) for more books by Jake as this has left me (almost) bleeding for more.  But first, join John on his journey, whether or not you like Historical Fiction, I'm sure you'll love The War Horn.

I give it 4 out of 5 stars.

Ramblings Of Mine

Rambling is a good profession.

Unfortunately, it doesn't very well.  In fact, it doesn't pay at all, too bad. :P

But I'm going to jabber (or type) on anyway.

For years my church youth group has won 1st or 2nd medals in Volleyball tournaments.  And the second Volleyball team that we have does likewise each time, last year the two of our teams were actually competing for 1st place.

That's cool.

Unfortunately, this year, I doubt we'll get higher than 3rd place.

Why?

Because... I'm on their team.

Last week was the first time I ever played Volleyball before (I've hit the ball... but never played before).  And tonight is the second practice.

I'm terrible at it.

You don't know how many times I failed last week... neither do I, there was too many times to count.

Yeah, and the tournament is in seven weeks.

I'm dead.

REVOLUTION!!!

I am revolutionizing this blog.

Yeah.

I'm excited.

I never really like the older template and design anyway.

I'm ecstatic.

The good thing for you (yes, all you seven followers), is that now I'm actually paying attention to the blog. :)

My blood is steaming.

Oh, and by the by, I just noticed I have seven followers now.  YAHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!... did Yahoo! already copyright that expression?  If so, my greatest apologies.  LOL.

And now I finally get around to Tag.  Sorry 'bout that peoples, I hate delaying.
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1. What time was it 13 minutes ago?

Uh... 2:43 PM.

2. Boromir or Faramir?

Faramir!  That is, if you are asking who I like better.  But I do not know... you could be asking which would I would prefer lop my head off.  O.O

3. You are the pilot of a Tie Fighter.  It's about 2:30, earth time, and you are under the command of Darth Vader.  Vader has commanded you to follow the Millennium Falcon into an asteroid field.  A couple of Tie Fighters have already not made it, getting smashed to bits on asteroids.  What is the name of the pilot?

Uuuuuuuh................................ Star-dude? Lol.  I was never much of a fan of Star Wars.

4. If you ask someone, "What's up?", and they answer, "The sky," how do you react?

Roll my eyes - then continue the conversation. :P

5. Does it bug you when people start a question and never

Quite. Lol.

6. Why do you think the chicken crossed the road?

Lol.  Well, of course it always depends on what the Chicken's original motives were.  Say he was seeking a lost prince, or, say, he was heading off for revenge.  Or, possibly he was going to save the world.

In the second case, I would say he would be off for revenge.  In the first case, I would say he's off to find some damsel in distress.

The third case, it grows more the more likely as I think about it, he would be off to save the world.  Which he would most likely utterly fail in.

If, however, he was not in any of these three questioned motives, I suspect he was just wandering aimlessly.

But, I am opposed to people interrogating chickens for their motives, it's animal abuse!  I'm going to call the Animal Association!

(just kidding... :P)

7. How many times have you been tagged so far?

Thrice.

8. Make up a word, and give a definition for it.

Eneputicly; a word sarcastically spit out, to mock another behind his back with words of indescration, terridation, and scrutination.  (Yeah, now you got me started.  You say 1, I say 4. :P)

9. Have you ever used a staple gun?

Um... probably.

10. How many pancakes does it take to get to the moon?

1,267,200,000.  No, really.  Because if each pancake was a square foot, it really would be that many.

Okay, I'm going to tag...

*drumroll*

Actually, I gotta give the 10 things first. :D

1.  What is your least favorite book of all time?

2.  If you could choose between a piece of cheese, or a glass of orange juice, which would it be?

3.  A sword or Fingernail polish (LOLOLOLOL)

4.  How many times does it take you to say Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia (a real word that means the fear of long words), without messing up a single letter?

5.  How many words have you written in the past four minutes?

6.  Are cats evil?

7.  Are dogs evil?

8.  Or are they both evil?

9.  If a scheming, plotting man told you to jump off a cliff, and that there was a mattress at the bottom, would you do so?

10.  Say Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia three times fast.

Okay, now I shall tag...

You.

Yes, you.

I tag everyone and anyone that ever sees this.  (Lol, I'm so original, not.)

~From a Splattering Quill,
The WordWeaver