I am totally loving this thread, gangs of new york has been one of my favorite period movies, since braveheart.
When i think of the word malifaux and I see the mini line and art work as it currently stands I am drawn to it for the same reasons as the previously mentioned movie, however I also see an area that has yet to be mentioned, that the name malifaux creates the image of an ornate victorian mansion sitting off of the edge of town, out in the woods half in a swamp, I mean this literally the first story is water logged as all hell, gators and snakes crawling out of the front door. Its real humid, i mean dank you just get that sent of the moss permeating every breath, aside from that lovely aroma mix in a little bourbon, chartreuse, and absinthe.
You hear chanting coming out across the swamp, see wipperwills in the distance, and just then you hear a rustle in the bushes to the left of the path and out steps a girl in a white slip of a dress. Well, maybe it was at some time long ago, but now its just caked with mud and filth around the edges, and blood deep dark red blood. In her hand shes carrying a blood soaked machete and a heart. shes singing a nonsense song but only to herself. She sees you and her eyes light up, just then two more little girls of about the same image clear the bushes wisperin songs for the queen, they all pickup the tune and sing this dirge that just runs a bit of ice cold sweat down your spine.
It's eerie, this image in front of ya, so off putin' you don't notice the one behind you. She drapes one blood covered arm around your neck and whispers honey laden passages into your ear. You're a bit shocked and cant seem to turn and look at her and she keeps grilling ya with that voice , the scent of her breath is bourbon and candy. Shes definitely older, but not old maybe 18 maybe 33 all you can see is her little blood covered hand and hear her voice in your head.
Something catches your eye on her hand beneath the blood and gore and mud theres a ring not really outstanding, just a ring with a cameo carved into the stone. She just keeps singing to you and you couldn't care bout anythin cept that shes singing to you. The younger girls have started to dance around you, darting in and out of you field of view singin bout the queen. Her voice is smooth, warm , and sweet its deep in your head now, your startin to taste the bourboun and candy. Not just smell it but taste it. you feel that quick burn in the mouth and then the mellow sugar mixed with wood rolls down your throat, and the warmth washes back up.
Now her ring is startin to glow and her hand has even more blood on it fresh blood. the last thing you register as your head folds back on you almost completely truncated neck is this beautiful upside down vision of a dark skinned woman in a southern belles dress, shes smiling and looking at you most comforting , with those glowing eyes as green as chartreuse, and her face painted like a skull.
its a bit rough but thats what i think of when i think of malifaux, the cards, the zombies, the voodoo queen mary laveau she would fit there something fiercely.
sorry if i ramble i just got off of a long day waiting tables
oi oi io
frog
Edited for readability -ericj