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Blades in the Dark / Re: Word on the Street
« Last post by The Dan on June 17, 2017, 03:18:35 PM »
Mardin Gull: Plenty of deals made and scores planned, and a damn lot of screed and braggadocio: A fine birthday bash! Billhooks and Crows are both consolidating - not exactly friendly but mostly ignoring each other while they stabilise, that might work out but tut tut for bringing them in here, Drop Outs. That's trouble we do not need. Funny how things work out... Poor Phineas and Goldie, trapped between Sashes, Hooks, and the dead. That's no choice at all.

Cottonmouth: Slane, we have unfinished business!
General Wargaming / Re: Pretty Models thread
« Last post by damo_b on June 14, 2017, 02:25:34 PM »
Like the new style, the Zombies are excellent
General Wargaming / Re: Pretty Models thread
« Last post by padre on June 14, 2017, 12:47:54 PM »
My zombie cultists are all done.

I feel a bit sorry for them, as they were once Morrite cultists fighting bravely, insanely even, against the hordes of undead. But they lost. So now they too are part of the horde of undead.

I tried a new technique this time. Having painted in enamels for decades (black undercoat and ‘cell shading’ cartoon style over the top) I thought I’d have a go with acrylics. I still wanted the figures to fit in with my existing armies, so I didn’t go the whole hog, but instead sprayed an acrylic undercoat, then painted, washed, drybrushed and inked away at the flesh, then I slapped a black enamel on all the clothes and weapons and painted those in my usual style.

I really like the more ‘subtle’ way the faces came out – much better close up than my normal style. They won't photograph as well in big-scene bat rep photos, but they'll be great for story illustrations.

I will definitely use ink again - the faces came to life with a dab of watered down ink here and there.

I like the scabby bloodiness of the wounds, which I also washed some green into.

Some of the guys turned out particularly threatening.


Another new thing – I used square 4 figure bases instead of the long ones. I think it’ll make it even easier to rank them unit up.

As for the experiment with hair – I can’t decide if it worked well or not. I thought it would look more, well, hairy!

If any of this conflicts with your intended canon, please feel free to make or request an edit!  I really wouldn't mind in the slightest.


Mr. Tenenbaum sat in front of a mirror, carefully grooming his hair and moustache.  Everything had to be just so.  After all, appearances were everything.  These sessions were a fine time for self-reflection and this evening's was no different.

He had been Tenenbaum for such a long time, now.

The years had been long.  How many of them now?  Ah, far too many to count.  He used to keep a journal, didn't he?  Yes, until there had been little of novelty to write about.  Until the volumes became too cumbersome to store.

Names, too.  Plenty of names.  Almost, but not quite, too many of those to count.

Tenenbaum had been alive for a very long time.  Unfathomably long for most people.  He, like most, remembered nothing of his birth and little of his childhood other than a general sense of... "rustic"?  That seemed like a word with the right sort of fit.  His parents were poor financially but rich with love and his childhood was a happy time.  Pinpointing his home town was something of a challenge, to the point that he'd never returned.  Times and borders had changed so much.  Perhaps it would correspond roughly with... hmm.  Despite this long-lived "British" affectation, perhaps a nationality of "Arabian" would be more appropriate.  No sense in updating the passport now, though.  Lord knows that every other detail on that document was probably a fabrication.

On the day of his 14th birthday, his powers began to manifest.  He finished people's sentences and had a knack for knowing when others were happy or sad.  It made him a good listener, popular with his peers.  By 15 he could outrun any person in his village.  By 16 he was troubled by what he perceived as visions (what he would later come to know as reading surface thoughts) and he left home without a word, living a life of self-imposed exile, travelling from town to town in search of inner peace.  Alas, as fast as he could run, it would always elude him.

In that unenlightened place and time his gifts would surely identify him a demon and lead to his death at the hands of his peers (or worse.  He shuddered whenever that murky thought rose to the surface).  In many ways, the modern world was little better.  More tolerant, that much was certain, but still with its prejudices.

Perhaps, he pondered carefully, he was a demon.  Wouldn't that be poetic?  By the age of 50, his speed and telepathic abilities increasing with every year, he realised that his body had ceased to age.  That was hardly normal.  Not even the memory loss and confusion that often afflict the elderly would trouble him.  Maybe he was cursed, much like that wretch trapped in the vault, entombed in the blade.  Every person he knew and loved would perish before him, but in contrast to that furious spirit, he would have the option of futile intervention.  He could try to fight the inevitable, to prolong the lives of those near and dear to him until...

No.  Better not to make social connections.  Such loss, such sustained and perpetual loss, that would be more than a person could bear.  Better to remain detatched.  Maintain a professional demeanour.  Emotion was a prying little crowbar, an addictive and dangerous distraction.  Many had referred to him over the years as aloof.  Never would it be denied.  Few, a select few, would sincerely believe he had slight psychopathic tendencies.  Ha, perhaps.  In Tenenbaum's personal experience, morality was somewhat subjective.  Quite frankly, many individuals tended towards using it as a justification to prevent their fear of their own unsavoury actions.

What was the first name that anyone had given him?  Yes, there was a first, almost a title rather than a name.  Maybe more a joke, told kindly and with good intentions.  It wasn't from his parents, no, their community was small and had little use for names.  It was given to him by a group of very motivated men.  Researchers, they called themselves, choniclers of... ah, yes.  Methuselah, that was the name they used.  They thought it ironic, somehow, and laughed about it for hours.  In modern times, "Tenenbaum" had a more satsfying ring to it.  That was the first name he had ever chosen for himself, possibly even his heroic psuedonym.  That sense of identity, of self recognition, that was important.  When one cannot rely on the brief and irrational people in one's company, rely on Tenenbaum.

Through most of the important moments in recent global history (recent being, of course, a relative term), the biggest players on the world stage had known the services of Tenenbaum or someone like him.  Hard to tell after all this time, of course, whether his life experiences had been his own or... vivid dreams?  Even recalled reincarnations were possible, would that he believed in such things.  He'd served tea to Ghandi, helped see to the living arrangements of the slaves of the mighty Khan, even sharpened pikes for Vladimir Tepes (quite a personable chap, really, but one wouldn't want to share his company for dinner).  Some had been more interesting than others.  Adolf had been a difficult client but always a professional (to a fault).  Richard the 3rd had kept him very much on his toes.  Through his now tired and jaded eyes, he had seen the development of an entire species.  Witnessed first hand marvels of science and art, great achievements, terrible atrocities.  A life, or perhaps lives, most certainly well lived though it had left him surprised by little these days and impressed by still less.  He had few regrets despite a few strong temptation to influence the course of political history.  But no, that would have been irresponsible.  Professionalism was his raison d'etre.  To try to shape events to his own preference was arrogance and a god complex was only a short step away. Never an admirable trait for a super.

And frankly, not much of a super at that.  A supernatural jack of all trades, maybe.

And now this.  This time period, this situation, these people.  Kindred spirits at last.  Not the kinds of people with whom he would normally choose to associate but at least people who would be able to accept him for who he was.  After all, they were similarly afflicted with superpowers and never to know the exquisite mundanity of a normal existence without the terrible burden of social responsibility.  Would this partnership last?  The date of the cessation of his contract with the New Sentinels was approaching fast and certainly money was not a particular concern.  Perhaps he should pursue his own satisfaction rather than taking up a new contract and living for the needs of yet another client.  What a novel concept, time dedicated to one's self!  And after all, the world had survived for many years before him.  The future could eventually move on without the aid of a Tenenbaum, once it had sufficiently matured.

To think that the events leading to this epiphany started during his time under Bert's employ.  Good heavens.  Hardly a high note, that one.  Not exactly a low, though... not exactly.  God alone knows how that behemoth was ever able to afford the services of the world's most efficient and discrete valet.  Especially one that was also cooking the establishment's books...

A flash of light caught his eye in the mirror.  He looked to his comb.  A grey hair.  The first he had ever noticed.  Was it simply the stress of the past few months?  Ah, no, there was something else.  A smell of brimstone, the feeling of warmth at his back, a voice that was both strange and familiar, all at once silent and unbearably loud.  It was paying another visit.  A change was coming.  Maybe Tenenbaum finally, after all these years, was not as young as he used to be.  Time for himself could wait.  Duty was about to call and this client, while renowned for His patience, was not one that it would do to keep waiting.  Best to start a fresh kettle.  Best not to turn around, despite there being nothing unusual about the reflection of the room.

Until the new master came calling, the New Sentinels were as good an employer as any other, despite that regrettable contractual amendment incident.  He would enjoy spending his last years in their service.  Of course, he would sue them for breach of contract but it wouldn't be anything personal.  As with all things in life, it was only business.

An unseen and heavy hand fell on his shoulder.  The sense of warmth was becoming quite noticeable now.  A sharp, cold pain struck his chest and in deference to ingrained social convention, his upper lip reflexively stiffened.  Already?  Sir, how terribly direct!  Perhaps the lawsuit would have to be abandoned, more's the pity.  He painfully took one last sip of tea.  It was unlikely that he would find any in his new accomodation and by God, he would MISS tea.  As the cup fell from limp fingers and he slumped gently forward, at last, briefly, he felt at peace.  As his spirit rose and he looked the great deceiver straight in the eye, another feeling rose in him.  Quite a familiar one, the sense of duty.

No rest for the wicked, old chap.

Personell termination report
Deceased: "Mr. Tenenbaum" (assumed alias, no standard identity records available)
Attending coroner: Dr. Drake Jenkins
Time of death: Estimated 20:15, 07/01/2017
Cause of death: Cardiac arrest
Additional:  Cause of death not treated as suspicious.  Mr. Tenenbaum, despite being in remarkable physical shape, was of an advanced age and had recently undergone a prolonged period of physical and emotional stress.  Death to be treated as "in the line of duty".  Deceased was discovered, at best guess, some 4 hours after his passing following complaints from nearby operatives that the usual dinner service appeared to be running late.  No items of concern noted in routine physical assessment appointments.  The meagre notes taken during such appointments may indicate that Tenenbaum has used his powers of influence to repeatedly bypass his physical.  This warrants further investigation.

No next of kin specified, no family can be identified, no mailing address listed.  A will has been discovered among Tenenbaum's meagre personal effects.  It is an uncharacteristically short document which requests three things:

-Any overdue wages, severance fees and the like to be donated to his former team of operatives (team leader Kenson included), distributed evenly, for whatever purpose they see fit (specifically noted that "Mr. Petal" may not be permitted to spend his share without "rational adult supervision").
-All suits and experimental weaponry should be made property of the Apollo Initiative for "research purposes".  Items include five (5) Apollo Initiative branded double breasted suit jackets with matching trousers, five (5) similar sets of garments (sans branding) and one (1) heavily reinforced "stunbrella" with enclosed instructions for use along with one (1) spare power pack and two (2) charge cables.  The origin of the umbrella is not known.  It ironically appears, we are warned, to prove quite deadly if actually used as a shelter unless the user is properly grounded.
-Remains are to be cremated "thoroughly and repeatedly".  The coffin should contain one (1) pair of customised reinforced leather brogues (to be fitted to the deceased) and one (1) sizeable leather-bound document, currently located at -REDACTED- safety deposit box, details of which attached under standard encryption.  Under no circumstances should personnel attempt to read the document and, to quote, "even prolonged eye contact should be avoided if at all possible".  This particular plea was repeated no fewer than 3 times.

A non-denominational humanist funeral has been requested.  Formal dress.  All items of religious significance should be removed or hidden from sight where possible during the ceremony.
Blades in the Dark / Re: Word on the Street
« Last post by The Dan on June 12, 2017, 08:06:12 PM »
Marlo: Ship's stopped rolling in Sash Street, deck steady. Mylera is still captain, but there's other ruvie coves comin' swag-a-dragging over the bridge. Looks like turf rubbin turf. Lookin like this new crew be runnin' a red one for follk who shivved their fellows in the barkle. Nice work not scraggin' the wrong sash. Savvy - most unlike you.

Erin: How nice of you to give us the Foghounds. We'll make them welcome, don't worry.

Bell: I tell you, if Lyssa could just take care of a certain ghost, she'd have this district all sewn up. 

Flint: So the damned Wardens are still all over town. Them I can ditch, but they're sending railjacks and Silver Nails into the Foot, to look for Roric. Not people to mess with. But at least Six Towers is under control again.
Blades in the Dark / Re: Extra! Extra! Read all about it!
« Last post by The Dan on June 12, 2017, 07:54:59 PM »
From the latest roll of the Crowsfoot assizes:[/i]

Carswell 'Chunk' Flunkins, you have pleaded guilty to the charges brought to this court by the people of Crows Foot, and it is now my duty to pass sentence. You have, without lawful excuse, intentionally causes grievous injury to another, and thus were brought to trial. You pleas for clemency have been heard, and the matter of your mother and two wives has been heard before the court.

You are an habitual criminal, well-known as a ring leader to a band of ruffians and menace to the general well-being of the district. Your gang accepts arrest as an occupational hazard, and presumably accepts imprisonment in the same casual manner. We therefore feel constrained to commit you to the maximum term allowed for these offences: You will go to prison for five years.
The Bar / What should I run next year?
« Last post by The Dan on June 10, 2017, 02:43:24 PM »
What should I run next year? I can’t decide! Post on the Facebook group.

What might people be interested in?

Three options, basically:

𝗖𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀: Stylish Swedish sci-fi, describes itself as 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 Meets 1001 𝘈𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. The general look feels very 𝘋𝘶𝘯𝘦 and 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 with bits of 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 40𝘒 and 𝘍𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘙𝘗𝘎. PC free agents, warring factions and a shadowy supernatural menace – sort of space age 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. You design your own ship and what the party does for a living (smugglers, journalists, pirates, etc)

𝗠𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁: 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗭𝗲𝗿𝗼: Post-apocalyptic fight to survival a ravaged world – currency is bullets and food. You play a community of radiation-powered mutants with special powers: 𝘟-𝘔𝘦𝘯 do 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘵 / 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥. You’re not just fighting for yourselves: Your community has its own character sheet and develops alongside the characters – which lots of meaty decisions like “𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴?”

𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘂𝗺 𝗗𝗼𝗴: Pulp space opera from the pages of 2000𝘈𝘋. You play mutants in a fascist future Britain. The only job available to you hideous muties is as bounty hunters, catching the scum of galaxy: Blasters, madmen, black magic, time grenades, countless hives of scum and villainy and a healthy dose of satire – sort of 𝘝 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 meets 𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺.
Blades in the Dark / Re: Word on the Street
« Last post by The Dan on June 07, 2017, 07:05:26 PM »
Lyssa: Parties over bitches. Pay the fuck up.

Mylera Klev: We threw the dice and they came up for you. So be it. The Red Sashes acknowledge the Crows as the premier crew of Crows Foot. For now.

Erin Hook: We are here to stay. That's just a fact. But we're not necessarily here to start a war. Maybe end one, but not start it, not today. That's up to you. It would be... bad form for me to start paying up so soon, now wouldn't it? But that doesn't mean we can't have a productive relationship. Fancy a game of chess?

Lydra: So, after this week's festivities the lay of the land... The Crows are firmly in charge, and the Thief-Makers have paid up to Lyssa. Bluecoats and the Cult of Weeping Lady are also both on Lyssa's side. That just leaves you and the Billhooks. I hear negotiations with Erin are still happening. Meanwhile both sides are strengthening their grip on the foot. No one knows what's happened to the Fog Hounds - casualties of war?
Blades in the Dark / Re: Word on the Street
« Last post by The Dan on June 05, 2017, 05:10:31 PM »
Happy Birthday, Mardin Gull!

Salia: So... Crime stops for a weak, more or less. Well, liquor-thefts and drug deals go waaaaay up, but most scoundrels put their feet up and indulge their vices in Tangletown, relatively safe. Its considered bad form to stab each other, blow things up or seize turf this week - enjoy that while it lasts!

Don't know if its actually written down anywhere but the Council and the Bluecoats seem to lay off us this week too - it can't hurt that we're all on holiday!
Blades in the Dark / Re: News From Ironhook
« Last post by The Dan on June 05, 2017, 10:45:36 AM »
News from Ironhook...

His Honourable Justice of the Immortal Imperium, Tenebris La Rouge, this date sentences the following inmates to execution by electroplasm, for crimes against and the Empire and the city-state of Doskvol.

Gershon Feni
Elias Saberhagen
Kurt Jangles
Matthias 'Mud' Parsons
Leo 'Pit' Wilde
Lucy 'Slag' Bakunin

Executions to be carried out at dusk, seven days hence.

In the name of his Immortal Majesty, let justice be done.
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