The game began with four players boarding the train that would take them to Mallifaux.
It was clear and warm midsummer day when the fated ones first met each other at train to Malifaux, in the passenger carriage number 6. First one to arrive was stoic german man wearing an uniform called Joseph Sturm. Right after him a quiet man named Devar Wolf from Threekindoms arrived, wearing black long coat and cowboy hat he walked past Joseph and took seat at the back of the carriage. Next one to step in was Joanne Strivins. A young, well dressed lady who sat in seat opposite to Mr. Sturm and started a pleasant conversation. Large, deeply tanned man wearing a clawed metal gauntlet in his right hand was the last of them to arrive and sat next to Miss Strivins.
Right before the train was scheduled to leave, lady in green summer dress and white sun hat rushed in. After noticing that there were only four passengers, she greeted them with sunny attitude while taking seat amongst the three others sitting nearby. She introduced herself as Amelia Hendrickson and joined the conversations, taking it more towards of what thoughts others had how Malifaux would be, while they talked the train started moving.
Soon the conversation died as Breach started to get closer at alarming rate and anxiety rose amongst the passengers. They noticed how their feet tapped and hands started to slightly get moist while they waited the moment they would travel through the breach. Then came the silence and darkness, followed by lights without light and shapeless shapes. The mere moment felt like minutes had passed, then a loud crack of glass broke the silence and blinding sunlight was upon them once again.
Suddenly scream of an woman cut through the air and travellers noticed what had happened to Amelia. Her left arm was without skin which continued among the one side of her neck to once charming face, now having left side of it horribly scarred and even her hat mostly formed into twisted and shredded remains. Amelia fainted and Joseph caught her from falling off the bench. He then proceeded to rip cloth of the seats and covered the injured areas best he could. Those close by noticed how small amounts of something resembling black ooze slowly started crawl from under bandages. Then, conductor arrived to the carriage slamming the door behind him, asking how the trip had been and did not seem to act like anything weird had happened. When asked about Amelia he simply stated that other passengers should leave the injured for the proper authority to handle. For the last minutes of what was left before train arrived at Malifaux station, no words were spoken.
When the train finally stopped three who had sat in group left to retrieve their belongings, but Devar stayed behind. Once no-one else was around he started to inspect and search for valuables on unconscious body of Amelia, despite the black blood that had now already stained her dress and the seat. Devar quickly drew his hand out as he felt burning sting licking the back of his hand and upon looking noticed large injuries that resembled ones from burns or acid. This had been enough for Devar and he hurried out to where others were already getting their belongings. Before leaving, all exchanged the few contact information they had in case they would require assistance from one another.
Two weeks had passed since they arrived to Malifaux and luck had not been on their side. Though they had managed to find places to live for now, no work of their liking had been found and their savings were starting to wear thin. Malifaux proved to not be the land of opportunities they had hoped. Still, Joanne, Arnold and Devar were able to keep some contact between each other but Joseph Sturm disappeared during this time and no sightings of him were made.
Like the fate would have tied them together, one day all three came across a fliers for same job. They were not appealing fliers and they did not promise glorious rewards, but something in them drew their attention. It was request to retrieve an pendant that was stolen and for those who could bring it back, the client could reward them with something more valuable than money. Each also had an address attached to it and signature at the bottom: Nana.
Devar was the first to arrive at the rundown house with untended yard, he walked the cracked stone path to porch and knock on the door as Arnold was about to enter yard. Along the way he greeted Devar and walked up the damaged stairs next to the man in black in front of the aged door. They could hear some sounds of movement from inside, but that was when Joanne called for them from the gate. As she walked towards the house with the gunslinger she had befriended, she noticed that the cracks on the stones were caused by something heavy walking on them and how the stairs had almost been broken at some point under the weight of something. As the lock on the door was being opened she could see how the door frames were not just old, but also damaged from something forcing through them.
The door opened and revealed an old, frail woman. Though age had had its toll on her appearance, they could still see how she must have once been beautiful lady. Woman greeted them and asked if they were here because of the fliers she had given for distribution.
Once inside, the elder told them to wait in the living room while she would get them something to drink and reference material regarding the job. Team took seat on the worn but cozy seats which were placed around an old tea table. They could hear woman talking to someone, telling him to go and greet others. Heavy metallic sounds started as the construct began moving towards the living room. Barely fitting through the door, the hulking invested with large shield attached to its left arm squeezed into the living room and the guests were on the edge just in case something unexpected would happen.
The machine greeted them with slightly metallic voice which they might have heard, but none of them could remember where they had heard it. Joanne inquired if they had met and invested said to be Sturm.He also told that lot had happened and how he would not want go into details. Soon old woman arrived with platter, carrying bottle of cherry brandy, four glasses and some sheets of paper. As Nana poured brandy to each glass, she told how burglars had one day broken to her house and taken nothing but an old pendant which she had received from a friend that had already passed on. She had found out that the pendant was in the hands of local scum, man named Michael Dodgers who usually spent his days at small club named Devil’s Den. As Nana talked, others shuffled through the papers and pictures that had the pendant in them. Then she continued how she could only pay them 3 scribd for each, but Nana promised that there were other ways she could pay them.
And so the party left towards the Devil’s Den.
It took awhile for them to find the club, but within few hours they were at the door of Devil’s Den. Place was at the end of small alley, bit off the larger roads in the slum area, there was an sing that resembled small hill with devil’s horns and tail, with the club’s name written in red letters hanging above the door with closed hatch in the middle. Arnold went and tried the door, only to notice it was locked. He then proceeded to knock on the door, soon the hatch opened and a grumpy scarred man looked from the other side, asking for some sort of invitation. Joanne told him how they did not have any papers but they had come to see Mr. Dodgers, to which the doorman told them to leave and closed the hatch.
It didn’t take long till the door came off as the musclebound man barreled through, surprising the doorman thoroughly. Inside of the club was gloomy with strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes, with six round tables and counter at the back. There were five people sitting in two groups, two at the table to left from the door and three in right back corner. While the rest of the team was getting in, Arnold walk right to most crowded table at the back, slammed his hands to table and demanded to know where Michael Dodgers is. One of the men stuttered and said that he had seen “sir Dodgers” somewhere in the back. Arnold struck his iron fist to table, almost breaking it, saying how he did not believe him. Tiny man that had spoken raised his arms and confessed that he was the man they were looking for. Dodgers had barely stopped talking when Arnold’s huge, plated fist was striking his cheek, sending him through the air and straight to the wall, knocking him unconscious. Other customers rose from their chairs and drew their pistols. Two who were sitting with Dodgers were quickly take out by quick strike from Arnold and dark magical bolt fired by Devar which also shattered the table nearby. Man in other table along with the doorman who faced metallic construct almost twice his size were beaten or shot in moments. Last one of them standing dropped his weapon and gave up, while Sturm took hold of him. Jeanne saw small glint in the corner of her to see the pendant fall from the pocket of Dodgers to the floor. It clicked open, showing gears inside as if part of clockwork mechanism.
“When the gears turn upon the story best forgotten”
To be continued...