Request: Chalk/white limestone Terrain Set
Request Type: General Addition
Try to describe all workarounds and associated issues that make it necessary to add this block in your eyes.
Types of evidence to support your request: Canon
Canonical Evidence
Request Type: General Addition
Try to describe all workarounds and associated issues that make it necessary to add this block in your eyes.
Currently we don't have any terrainset that resembles the white look of chalk and some limestone variants. Our lightest terrain set is Mountains of the Moon, a light grey. Reach Alt comes close, with a pinkish hue. This means that we have to find other ways of achieving the look, like for example using white stained clay.
Some have raised concerns about this practise, understandingly, as white stained clay isn't a block meant to look natural, and it can look odd used as terrain, specially if nerbay white stained clay is used as a building block too.
Here are some pics of the type of rock that this terrainset should resemble, as well as the current use of white stained clay in natural formations.
Some have raised concerns about this practise, understandingly, as white stained clay isn't a block meant to look natural, and it can look odd used as terrain, specially if nerbay white stained clay is used as a building block too.
Here are some pics of the type of rock that this terrainset should resemble, as well as the current use of white stained clay in natural formations.
Types of evidence to support your request: Canon
Canonical Evidence
- Duskendale was built around its harbor. North of town the chalk cliffs rose
- At Ghost Hill, the seat of House Toland atop the white chalk hill that overlooks the Sea of Dorne
- The seaward side of Storm's End perched upon a pale white cliff, the chalky stone sloping up steeply to half again the height of the massive curtain wall.
- Only one port of note is to be found on the Shivering Sea east of the Bones: Nefer, chief city of the kingdom of N'ghai, hemmed in by towering chalk cliffs and perpetually shrouded in fog.
- The heart was steaming in the cool evening air when Khal Drogo set it before her, raw and bloody. His arms were red to the elbow. Behind him, his bloodriders knelt on the sand beside the corpse of the wild stallion, stone knives in their hands. The stallion's blood looked black in the flickering orange glare of the torches that ringed the high chalk walls of the pit.
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