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LOM MBC: The Ranger Files: Chapter 2
A Military Builder Challenge (MBC) for the glorious faction of Mythron of the Lands of Mythron. This, my second landscape ever, is probably going to be my last solely-landscape for a few builds or so, as I decided a few days ago that am going to next try building medieval buildings, walls, etc. Ha-ha. Yes, I’m pretty sure I was out of my mind when I decided that, especially since I have little-no building pieces except for modern buildings, but I guess I’ll just do my best. <b>Oh, and the full name of this build is: LOM MBC: The Ranger Files: Chapter 2: Friends, Enemies, and a Fire.</b>
About this creation
The posting yesterday was a false alarm :P. Sorry all, especially if you commented on it, but I hadn't finished the writing yet when I posted it. If you can, I would appreciate for you to to re-like if you did, although I won't ask you to re-comment. Now, let's finish this annoying thing and get on to the real stuff.

Yup, so I decided, after reading up on the new Military Builder Challenge (MBC) to do one on the rangers before they storm the world :P. I picked this chapter in the story not only because this is when Julie (and you, the person reading this) meet up with other rangers, but also because I think it starts to show the heart of most rangers, and a few their personalities.

Building-wise, I wanted to build a path in a rocky setting (that I don’t think turned out that well), and also include a tree, not your regular SNOTed tree, but a
bigger one (it’s kind of weird though, at least weird to me, that anything SNOTted would be used much more often than anything upright). This tree is my first tree, and although I wasn’t able to finish it (obviously) since I don’t have enough leaf pieces, I think the body turned out well.

Writing-wise, I had a ton of fun writing this, especially the “Triple R” excerpt at the bottom—something I wrote up during lunch a few days ago just for fun. (If you have read Ranger's Apprentice, you may understand the joke a little better.) Anyway, enough rambling. Here continues Julie’s story.

Continued from this freebuild.

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Before I get to the story, I am going to introduce the characters in this chapter, as I don’t have the time to take/edit/post a picture for everything that happens. Also, it also happens to be my personal preference, as I prefer to imagine a picture of what is happening in my head, sort of what you do when you read a book, rather than to see it played out like a movie…

Chapter Two: Julie L.E.E.P.

Ranger Julie Liberia Evelyn-Esca Papalatronus of Mythron, who is my protagonist.

Chapter Two: William R. A. and Duel Majorium

Ranger William R. A. of Mythron, and his buddy Ranger Duel Majorium of Nerouge; both of them are Elite rangers.

Chapter Two: Rainosian-turned-Lotians

‘Da bad guys, all Rainosians-turned-Black Loti, including the assassin with a scarred face who was hunting down Julie earlier. Obviously really fun to hang around, especially if you are a Mythronian.

Oh, and get ready for a longish, but hopefully interesting, chapter too.

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Sunlight poured through the windows as Julie L.E.E.P. lay in bed in her tiny cabin; she was awake, but her eyes were closed tightly.

“Breathe in,” she thought. “Breathe out.”

“Breathe in. Breath out.”

Then, suddenly, as bright and strong as a single shaft of sunlight breaking through the cracks in an inky-black cave, a single thought coursed through her brain.

“NOW.”

And with that, she darted out of her bed, dodging invisible daggers, summersaulted, and using her bedpost to propel herself into a backflip while throwing her throwing knife at the crude wooden target… then she gracefully landed with an—

“OUCH! Oh, ouchie, ouchie ouchie ouchie, Good Lord!” she groaned, then slapping a hand over her mouth in surprise of her language as she hopped around the tiny single room clutching her right foot, totally off-balance.

She finally managed to get on the bed, and sat there, nursing the big toe on her right foot, which was already starting to turn a delightful shade of purple, and staring ruefully at the bedpost which had violently interrupted her morning ritual.

Then she remembered the letter from Ranger Will that had arrived a few days ago. She reached under her pillow and took it out, carefully smoothing the wrinkles as she read it for the trillionith time:

To the honorable Julie Liberia Evelyn-Esca Papalatronus, Greetings.

I am Ranger William Ryan Ascadian of the Elite Rangers, and a friend and I will be making our way towards your section of Mythron shortly. I hope that this letter finds you well, but most importantly, alive and preparing the villagers for the possibility that they will have to stand their own, as Catspaw probably told you that we might ask you to join the ranger camp at Reedus. As Catspaw probably told you, we will be passing through your area to help you set up defenses, train the villagers, give news updates and advice, but most importantly to help you keep up the good work. We shall be at the northern path leading to the entrance of the main town in section #13, Bodinia, in a few days.

Until then,

Ranger Will


Today was the 3rd day that had gone by since she had received that letter, and since then she had checked the northern path leading to the entrance of Bodinia twice a day. So, after a hurried breakfast, she gingerly put on her boots, and walked to the rocky path, wincing as her right big-toe hit the ground in every stride.

Soon she reached the northern path. There, in front of her, was a Mythronian guard.

“In fact,” Julie thought, anxiously, “that looks awfully like the postman who harassed me a couple weeks ago…”

Her worries were confirmed when the man peered at her suspiciously, and he said, while cracking his knuckles and adopting an expansive posture, “You there, Ranger, weren’t you the one who tried to teach me a lesson the other day?”

Julie stepped back quickly, and opened her mouth, but before she could say a word, something jumped from the tree above, and landed heavily yet agilely on the man, making a solid “thump”.

That “something” was a young man in Nerogueian Ranger attire, probably in his early twenties, with a few strands of black hair waving to Julie in the light wind from under his forest-green hood, where his black eyes twinkled playfully.

The man stepped off the guard, and looked to Julie with a wry grin, saying, “Don’t you ever feel that the standards of Mythron are just decaying a slight bit?”

“I--,” Julie trailed off, still surprised by the ranger’s sudden apperence, and then stepped closer to the prostrate body. “Is he dead?” she asked simply.

Alarm, and then anxiety flashed across the ranger’s face as he knelt down to feel the man’s pulse. “He’s okay, like I thought he would be. Perhaps a fractured arm, or rib, but he deserves worse that,” the ranger responded, feeling the man over. “Much, much worse,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yes, that injury should probably keep him occupied at home for a few weeks,” another voice came around the rocks, and soon the body followed. It was another young man, this one in the Mythronian ranger uniform, with cool brown eyes, and a shock of orange hair sticking out from under his hood.

Julie stumbled back in alarm, and reached for her bow.

The orange-haired Ranger, this one probably younger than the first one, realized he had scarred her, and raised his hands in peace.

“I’m Will, William Ryan Ascadian of the Mythronian Elite. I come with my friend Duel Majorium, of the Nerogueian Elite, who is much more bold than he should be. And you are?”

“Ranger Black. You travel with a Rainosian assassin.”

Will smiled, and replied, “The only black part of this world are the black flowers,” thus completing the security check which he had waited for her to start. “And, Duel is of Nerouge, and has been a good friend of mine since I was 16.”

Julie tried to wrap her brain around this. “Not as in the Duel Majorium? Of Rainos? The deadly assassin-for-hire?”

Duel stepped forward. “Before I encountered the Rangers, I was… quite lost. But I assure you, Ranger of the lights, that you have nothing to fear from me,” he added in another Ranger security check.

Julie paused, still unsure. Then she decided. “I’m Julie L.E.E.P.”

“Of the Mythronian Silvers, yes? Then we have some work to do on Black Loti-proofing this area. Let’s go get the supplies from your house—they did come, right?” Will asked.

“It’s.. it’s a long story. But yes, they did come,” Julie replied. “I’ll show you where they are.

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Half-an-hour later, they had come back to the path, and were just taking out the supplies when Duel said softly, “Do you hear that?”

Like hunted animals, Will and Julie both froze in place.

The sound was of faint horse-plodding, and of multiple footsteps, coming from where the trio had just come from.

And also of voices arguing, deep and guttural.

Duel shoved the equipment in a crevice in the rocks, and threw his bow in there too, taking out two, slender knives, not the normal knives issued by the Ranger Council, and then flattening against the rocks, his molted grey-flecked cloak covering him and letting him blend in effortlessly. Julie and Will likewise found spots to blend in, Julie against the tree trunk, and Will on a low ledge of the rocks, as the voices grew louder.

“To continue hunting her would be futile, Margos, as you well know. And you too, Snotsi, you know the Boss will be hungry should we disregard his orders,” came a grating voice.

“Yell, zar are doo ozer rangers with ‘err, alzo zay look very young,” came another voice.

Julie’s blood chilled as she realized that the beings were talking about her… “Continue to hunt?” she thought nervously.

“True, true, but those rangers are Elites, I thinks, my dear Margos,” a third voice came, this one smoothly sinister, and by the process of elimination, the voice must have belonged to Snotsi.

The voice of Margos came this time louder, as the being traveled closer to where the rangers were hiding. “Pff, I zappose ‘oo are right, but wese were zo cloze to capturing za girl, it’s a pitzy.”

The first voice spoke again. “You know more than most how much the death of the girl would satisfy my soul, Margos. In fact, I probably care more about her death than you two combined, especially after what her parents did to me, those cowardly peasants, to disfigure a noble’s face.” At this point the being snarled impatiently, and swore under his breath. He was losing it. “But mind me both of you worms,” he said, his voice rising, “I would rather keep my ugly head on straight and keep my job than to have my revenge right now! And if you dogs disagree, go complain to the Boss, not to me, and see how he likes it.”

The men came out of the forest, one on a horse with a terrifyingly scarred face, the other two, Margos and Snotsi, walking, very near where the rangers were hiding, and yet they didn’t notice the rangers as they continued to talk.

Snotsi spoke again after a brief silence. “The mosts highests lords knows where my loyalty lies, he does. I wills follows hims to Reedus, yes, I wills.”

“And you, Margos? Will you be a traitor?”

Tense silence, this time longer, filled the air. The men had stopped walking, and looked at each other.

Margos finally shattered the silence defiantly. “I will go along with zee to Reedus, but zen I shall ask for a new captain.”

“So be it,” the scarred captain said, his voice tightly controlled, and the men soon melted out of sight.

But, even as the rangers came out of hiding, even as the rangers discussed what they had heard, even as they put their weapons away, even as they started to set traps and post “danger” signs around the path, even as they stuck spears deep in the path to block it off, even as Will took out magical explosives to place under the spears in the ground, even after they had found and activated a trap door in the path, even as the rangers walked to the village to find lodging, even as the two men asked Julie if she would consider coming with them to Reedus, as an urgent letter had arrived, calling them to Reedus, even as Julie numbly agreed and walked back to her cabin to prepare it and her stuff for departure the next day, even as she lay down on her mattress, one memory, one face, and one sentence coursed through her brain.

The memory, the face, the sentence.

The memory, the face, the sentence.

“In fact, I probably care more about her death than you two combined, especially after what her parents did to me, those cowardly peasants, to disfigure a noble’s face”, he had said.

Julie had always been inquisitive about her birth, and her younger childhood. For some odd reason, she never had clear memories of her past—the memories only started at around the age of 8 or so. Her friends from the village, and other apprentice rangers, had always made friendly jokes about her past, as they just thought that she didn’t want to share it. Every so often, a memory would surface that she hadn’t remembered before—of swimming and splashing in a river, of writing her letters, of counting stars with someone that she knew meant a lot to her, yet she had no idea who she—it was a she, Julie thought, the person was.

All Carl, her master and mentor, would ever say was, “You came from a good family, high in honor and ranking, which fell during the war.” But what he meant by “fell,” and who her parents where had always remained a mystery, one that Julie tried to forget, one that ate away at her mind when she thought of it. Until now, she had tried to be content with Carl’s “explanation”—he had said that he had made up her last name in honor of a close friend who had died.

But that sentence, the sentence of that man, and the face, the face of that man, had unlocked a new memory, fuzzy as it was.

There had been a fire, a big fire, and many people screaming. Many, many people screaming, dying, all under a midnight sky, and Julie had been snatched up from the arms of a dying, burned man who had begged Carl to take her and save her from the flames inside the house. Carl had raced through the fiery falling timbers to exit the burning building, as Julie saw a woman, this one dying also, pull out a knife and throw it at a different man running out of the building, saying, “You worm, you dare try to leave what you made?!?”

The woman’s aim was off, but the man, the man who had held Julie, raised his burned arm in one last effort and a blast of wind grabbed the knife and flung it towards the other man’s face, causing blood to spurt out of deep cuts.

The man, the wind-tamer, fell back.

The woman, the knife-thrower, sank down, and slumped over on the floor.
The man, the other man, jumped out the low window with one last bloody, pained, yet triumphant glance back.

And then she remembered no more, except that Carl kept on murmuring a phrase over and over again to himself as he dodged the falling timbers. “Revenge later, not now, revenge later, not now…”


The man, the other man, was the captain Julie had seen just earlier.

She was sure of it.

And after Julie had helped out in Reedus, after she had completed her mission, she was going to hunt down that scarred captain to find her past. She couldn’t ignore the pain anymore of not knowing.

”Much in the way he has been hunting me, but this is different. I want him alive, not dead. I need him alive, not dead.”

…TO BE CONTINUED…
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I was going to put this into my UC, but I decided that people would need some lightening up after that sad-ish bit, but please, unless you have a bunch of time, don’t feel the necessity to read this, although I do consider it quite interesting. A random excerpt from the May issue of The Random Ranger Ramblings Newsletter (aka ‘The Triple R’):

As Black Lotus rumors circulate, people get really nervous, and have a hard time getting their work done efficiently. As a ranger, whether a Mythronian or Nerogueian, it is now your job to be exposed much more than you would usually do: not by going around without a shirt (please, no one wants to see that), but by actually letting the common folk see you.

In studies complied by yours truly, people tend to feel safer and more relaxed when they see rangers around the area. However, there are three main exceptions to this:


  1. When those people are Rainosians, Outlaws, or any other unlawful people.

  2. When people think that the rangers are hunting them down. For some reason, this happens a lot. Why we have so many unlawful people in Mythron and Nerouge is a question that will probably remain unanswered for a couple centuries at most.

  3. When the rangers are not showing themselves nearly enough (although they think they are so exposed that they are sure to be shot dead; this is a common issue), so that those people either think that they are Rainosians, Outlaws, or very overweight wolves, a problem that isn’t helped by the fact that, despite many half-hearted orders from the Ranger Council, most rangers cut their shaggy hair and beards with axe knives.



We at Random Ramblings headquarters encourage that you either have your wife cut your hair, or someone else’s wife cut your hair at Ranger Functions so that you can help eliminate this critical issue. Since in this lifestyle you are often trying to make people feel uncomfortable and intimidated, it might seem strange, no, crazy, and extremely difficult for you to at first to go out of your way to make others feel comfortable by being more out in the open. But with practice, comes perfection.

We do, however, warn you not to go to the other extreme. You don’t want to become too friendly with others, and then by doing so, losing the deep respect normally shown to rangers. For example, during the Rainosian-Mythron war, the ‘big’ one (which ended in the Battle of the Unbinding), Ernie the Odd, as he is now called, became so ‘friendly’ with the villagers on a border that, one night, they encouraged him to drink until he was so drowsy he fell asleep, which is when they handed him over to some Rainosians for gold. Now, if Ernie hadn’t been so trusting of the men in the village, he would have never had this problem. And, if the villagers hadn’t thought he was so lenient and gentle, they wouldn’t have tried to betray him to the dirty, cheating scum on the other side of the border. Thus, we ‘ernie’stly beg you to find your happy medium.


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I have had the idea of a Ranger newsletter for a long time, and was eager here to show a little more about the life of a ranger—my idea of a ranger, anyways. They are mysterious, grim, tough, and intimidating on the outside, yet humorous, and yes, perhaps even caring on the inside. If you have a TON of time on your hands, and wish to learn a bit more about the life of a ranger, or if you are going to use a ranger in your build, you may want to check this out; the rest of the Triple R newsletter, which I wrote just for fun.
And yes, I know, more photos are in order here.

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Chapter Two, top view

A picture of the overall build from the top. Yes, it is small, but you probably won’t believe how much time and how many details I piled into this build, which actually started out as a 48x48. It may be small, but I think it came out nicely in the end (after I destroyed and rebuilt it a bunch of times to work on the detailing and compressed it, as the extra space really wasn’t needed.)

Chapter Two, alternete main photoAlternate main picture, with no minifigures.

Chapter Two, Closer up

Chapter Two, Back of Rockwork

A close-up of the path/rockwork, take one/two.

Chapter Two, Side of Rockwork

A close-up of the path/rockwork, take three. I spent a ridiculousamount of time on the path, although I’m still unsure whether I’m satisfied or not. The rocks are a mix of upright and SNOTted rockwork—kind of plain, but I have plenty of time to improve—and I do plan on improving.

Chapter Two, Closer up Tree

The tree. I like the way the truck came out, and I used a variation of the clip/stick tree technique invented by Mark of Falworth. As you can see, I wasn’t able to finish the leaf part of the tree.

Chapter Two, Border

The border. I cannot tell you how many borders I went through to get this one, but… it was a lot. 12, methinks.

Chapter Two, Precautions

The build with the trapdoor down, the danger sign up, the chains up (too), and the spears in the ground.

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So… yeah. That’s it. Please, COMMENT/CRITIQUE, and RATE if you can, especially on the tree, which is a first, the rockwork; this is the first time I have ever done rockwork that covers more than 8 studs, the overall landscape, and anything else that crosses your mind to comment or critique about—of course I like praise, but constructive criticism is the real reason I post on MOCpages.

Thanks for viewing and reading! Now, time to finish that UC...

-Julia LeeP




Comments

 I made it 
  May 31, 2014
Quoting Kai Bernstein You are improving at a VERY alarming rate. Alarming because I'm an outlaw, that is. :P Fantastic work on the rockwork and path! The tree is also nice, but could use a little smoother shaping. I really need to read your stories, too; each time I sit down to do it, something IRL pulls me away. I'll read them all (consecutively) soon, though!
Thanks for the comment!
 I made it 
  May 31, 2014
Quoting Stephen Boe Wow, you are a fantastic writer! The build is also very good! I quite like the rockwork and the way the path winds by it. The tree is also really cool!
Thanks, Stephen! I try. :P
 I like it 
  May 28, 2014
Wow, you are a fantastic writer! The build is also very good! I quite like the rockwork and the way the path winds by it. The tree is also really cool!
 I like it 
  May 28, 2014
You are improving at a VERY alarming rate. Alarming because I'm an outlaw, that is. :P Fantastic work on the rockwork and path! The tree is also nice, but could use a little smoother shaping. I really need to read your stories, too; each time I sit down to do it, something IRL pulls me away. I'll read them all (consecutively) soon, though!
 I made it 
  May 27, 2014
Quoting Ian ... Time for my larger comment. That path is great. The rocks look good. The tree looks good, especially for a first. The Figs look great too. I agree with Thomas, and if you did that your builds would probably attract some more attention. Great Job!
Thanks for the comment Ian!
  May 27, 2014
Time for my larger comment. That path is great. The rocks look good. The tree looks good, especially for a first. The Figs look great too. I agree with Thomas, and if you did that your builds would probably attract some more attention. Great Job!
 I made it 
  May 27, 2014
Quoting Gilbert Despathens My Rainosian brethren do look like a bundle of laughs. Why work so hard to keep them off your path? Anyway, the path, tree and rocks are all great. For me, the detractors are the dark green plate at the bottom of the path (I think the model would look better without it) and the opening in the border, which was fairly rectangular. I do agree with Thomas, though - it's best to intersperse writing with pictures. Still, the pros outweigh the cons, in my opinion, which leads me to ask... Are you sure you wouldn't be happier in Rainos?
Hmm, thank you for the comment and advice. About Rainos, I'd give it some serious consideration if it wasn't that I would probably have to make a new main character (I like mine now) -- that, and the fact that after you leave for collage, Rainos is probably going to go into disorder and will be somewhat open to attacks...Oh, and BTW, what is my score on this?
 I made it 
  May 27, 2014
Quoting Professor B. Great tree! The rocks are pretty good. I agree with Halhi on the path. It's very well done. And I also agree with Thomas. Having photos with the captions really do draw the reader in. It may be a pain, but the agony pays off. :D
Thanks for the comment and advice!
 I like it 
  May 27, 2014
My Rainosian brethren do look like a bundle of laughs. Why work so hard to keep them off your path? Anyway, the path, tree and rocks are all great. For me, the detractors are the dark green plate at the bottom of the path (I think the model would look better without it) and the opening in the border, which was fairly rectangular. I do agree with Thomas, though - it's best to intersperse writing with pictures. Still, the pros outweigh the cons, in my opinion, which leads me to ask... Are you sure you wouldn't be happier in Rainos?
 I like it 
  May 26, 2014
Great tree! The rocks are pretty good. I agree with Halhi on the path. It's very well done. And I also agree with Thomas. Having photos with the captions really do draw the reader in. It may be a pain, but the agony pays off. :D
 I like it 
  May 26, 2014
I totally understand about wanting to build and write, not photograph. However, good photographs draw people into your story, even those who might not read it otherwise. Besides, after a while, you start to be able to enhance the story with the photos, rather than merely complimenting the story. It's almost like making a film- you're combining images and text to achieve a more immersive story.
 I made it 
  May 26, 2014
Quoting Thomas of Tortuga On the build, I honestly can't think of anything I would change. Terrific tree shaping, great landscaping on the path, and nice rockwork without being overwhelmingly jumbled. Maybe it could use a tad of grass by the tree, but other than that, this build is perfect. In the same vein, the story is terrific. Although most people don't announce it, a lot of folks will see a big, pictureless block of text and click straight to the comments or to another build. I think you ought to try taking pictures of a few scenes in your story, and add them in. It doesn't have to be one picture per sentence, but for this one, five or six well-posed pictures would really set it off. (That's the advantage of Lego, right? ;# Also, it would help to illustrate some of the functions, such as where the trap comes from and what those hinges to the right of the tree lead to. From the pictures, it looks like you're using natural lighting, indoors. I did indoor pictures for a long time, and it is really hard to get good lighting. A lot of people take pictures outside instead, but weather is still a limiting factor. What I would suggest is finding two lights, one yellowish #like incandescent# and another blueish #anything that isn't incandescent, like flourescent or LED). The different colors balance each other out to get a pretty good color balance on the build, without requiring much editing if you get them at the right strengths, and having two lights will eliminate most of your shadows. Finally, if artificial light makes the shadows too stark, hanging a piece of paper in front of your lights will diffuse it well. You're doing a lot of things right already- camera is well-focused, backdrop is perfect- but hopefully, these can help you improve further.
Thanks a lot for the comment, Thomas! I'm glad to hear you like the build. About the photos... to be honest, I really don't enjoy spending time on taking them like I enjoy building and writing. But I do agree that I really need to spend more time both on illustrating the build and actually spending more than 10 minutes taking the photos-- so thank you for all the advice that you gave me here-- I really appreciate that and the encouragement you took the time to give me here.
 I made it 
  May 26, 2014
Quoting Halhi 141 That path is amazing!
Thanks!
 I made it 
  May 26, 2014
Quoting Ian ... Nice build! Great story! I'll fill in this comment more when I have more time!
Thanks, Ian!
 I like it 
  May 26, 2014
On the build, I honestly can't think of anything I would change. Terrific tree shaping, great landscaping on the path, and nice rockwork without being overwhelmingly jumbled. Maybe it could use a tad of grass by the tree, but other than that, this build is perfect. In the same vein, the story is terrific. Although most people don't announce it, a lot of folks will see a big, pictureless block of text and click straight to the comments or to another build. I think you ought to try taking pictures of a few scenes in your story, and add them in. It doesn't have to be one picture per sentence, but for this one, five or six well-posed pictures would really set it off. (That's the advantage of Lego, right? ;) Also, it would help to illustrate some of the functions, such as where the trap comes from and what those hinges to the right of the tree lead to. From the pictures, it looks like you're using natural lighting, indoors. I did indoor pictures for a long time, and it is really hard to get good lighting. A lot of people take pictures outside instead, but weather is still a limiting factor. What I would suggest is finding two lights, one yellowish (like incandescent) and another blueish (anything that isn't incandescent, like flourescent or LED). The different colors balance each other out to get a pretty good color balance on the build, without requiring much editing if you get them at the right strengths, and having two lights will eliminate most of your shadows. Finally, if artificial light makes the shadows too stark, hanging a piece of paper in front of your lights will diffuse it well. You're doing a lot of things right already- camera is well-focused, backdrop is perfect- but hopefully, these can help you improve further.
 I like it 
  May 26, 2014
That path is amazing!
 I like it 
  May 26, 2014
Nice build! Great story! I'll fill in this comment more when I have more time!
 
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