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Here is an closer look (same camera, same photographer) at Yan Lo.

I was going for more of a ghostly look, although I think I need to bring the hands up a bit toward white. The inside of his helmet is empty so that's supposed to be more of a glow. I might go back and bring the hands and feet up more, leaving the blue in the shadows. ---------- Post added at 10:43 AM ---------- Previous post was at 10:42 AM ---------- Uhhh... I was going with big dorwayish thing.... *grin*

Nope, it lasts until the model moves. Because there is an end time for the spell given in the wording (until it moves) it does not clear in the closing phase.

Keep Calm and ...... Oh CRAP, It's Pandora..... AAARRRGHGHGH!! *grin*

Well, in true table top quality I have completed painting my Master of the Path box set plus Izamu. I realize after looking at the crappy cell phone picture that I really need to get my light tent back out and get some good pictures of my models. Here is a quick look... keep in mind the quality of the camera (poor) and the photographer (poorer). When I get better pictures done I will update the thread. Overall, I am pretty happy with the alternate head on the Ashigaru and the Ashigaru head on Yan Lo.

Chronicles of Gunther Zee – Bullets are Expensive There is irony in accruing “Voluntary increase to your Guild Commitment” due to mandatory equipment required for employment. I chuckle at the irony every time I slip my Guild issued pistol into its stiff leather holster on my waist. As a Guild Guard, I’m required to carry and become proficient in its use. I could complain that the Guild charges me for everything, but that would be turning a blind eye to the “free to use” range they provide in the compound. I don’t exactly have the money to spend my free time outside the compound and the free range gives me something to do when I’m not on shift. I really like the range and my free time to practice with my pistol. I’m Gunther Zee, and I’m indentured to the Guild in the city of Malifaux until my “Voluntary Commitment” is paid off. Its not a bad job overall, and my friends earth side would swoon to know I’m here. Luck brought me through the breach and paying off that luck landed me working as a Guild Guard. My commitment to the Guild is repaid every week I work. Repayment after the Guild deducts uniform and equipment costs, plus room and board, plus any first aid expenses I accrue on the job. As you can see, there’s not much left after they reduce my total pay to zero every week. Earlier today there were some new guards reporting into the compound. Clearly these guys were out on some type of long-term special assignment and were a step above the average guard like me. Rough, dirty, and aloof to us schmucks loitering in the courtyard. This pair comes in with non-standard leather pants, loose shirts, and mud stained Guild issue long coats. They looked like the same leather coats that I was issued, but well worn and scuffed. I spotted a few knives on them, but none of the standard issue blades or guns the rest of us use. It was later at the range I learned why this was. I had just emptied the third cylinder of bullets into the straw target and was reloading when I nearly jumped out of my skin at the screech! The small birds in the city always stayed out of the practice range, even though the roof was open to the sky. They knew better after several of us had taken shots at the little targets on their perches. On the tail of that god-awful screech I watch a giant raptor dive down on my straw man and start ripping it apart. In the time it took me to quick-reload my pistol and draw a bead on the monster, it had reduced my target to dust and turned to look at me. Just as I squeezed off the shot my aim was knocked skyward and the monster screamed and dove, wings snapping as it came to kill me. Jumping out of my skin kept me from hearing the rumbling command behind me, and I could only watch as the raptor furled its wings and landed on the arming counter in my lane. Eyes that were far too intelligent stared me down as I slowly brought my pistol to point to the ground. Quicker than I knew, the massive bird pecked up a loose bullet and flung it from its beak to smack the center of my chest. Only then did I try and glance over my shoulder to see who had knocked my shot wild, all while trying to keep the raptor in sight. “She’s just playing, it wouldn’t be nice to shoot her” said one of the guard I had seen earlier. I slowly backed away, and then turned to unleash my anger at the man. “Who the hell do you think you are? What’s this creature doing here? What do you think your doing knocking” I think my heart stopped when the raptor screeched again, then bobbed its head to the guardsman I was yelling at. I had to sit down, so I slowly lowered myself to the floor. Sometimes Malifaux is just too much. I learned today about the Guild Austringers and about the private target zoo the Guild keeps on the compound. Apparently their raptors need special training with specific targets and the Guild keeps private areas in the compound stocked for when Austringers are in the city. Philip took me out to join him at the special target zoo. After some requisitions being filed and lots of wandering deeper into the enclave, Philip snuck me into the private range. It looked like a small field full of different obstacles set-up like a children’s play park. I couldn’t figure out why this would be good until a small door opened at the far side and I watched a small greenish child charge out and hide in one of the obstacles. Philip called the child a Gremlin, and told me to go kill it despite my ethical concerns. It was a quick little thing, and I unloaded 12 shots without being able to take it down. My pistol might not be the most accurate, but if I had hit I would have probably blown a hole straight though it. The whole time I am stalking this Gremlin around the obstacle park Philip is laughing and shouting encouragement to me. Finally he calls me back and tells me to just give up. I was frustrated, until I saw what his bird could do. Philip whispers a couple words at that monster raptor of his and off it flies, circling around the yard. A couple minutes later it screeches and spooks the gremlin out of hiding. I can’t imagine these gremlins are bright, but I understand being spooked by that bird. In a flash the bird dives, grabs the gremlin, and proceeds to eviscerate it on its way back into the air. In seconds the raptor returns to Philip, swallowing a haunch of gremlin and holding the eviscerated body in one claw. Simply amazing! At chow Philip tells me all about how the raptors live out in the Bayou outside the city itself. Apparently there are Guild contingents out in the Bayou who locate and raise these raptors from chicks, bonding with them over the years. These giant birds are amazing at hunting down vermin, especially these Gremlins, in the wilds and the city. They are vicious killers, willing to attack on command as well as being fiercely protective of their bonded handler. Philip says that he really doesn’t need weapons, just a few small knives for close in work because the bird does more damage than he could. The Austringer corps patrols the outside wilderness of the city, working in concert with some of the Guild Special Forces working this side of the breach. At the end of the day I stopped by equipment requisition for the first time since signing my Commitment. I needed a refill on bullets for my pistol; having finally worked through almost the whole three boxes they gave me with my kit. Apparently the Guild charges per bullet, which the armorer was happy to add to my Commitment for me. I am never going to work my way out of this Commitment.

Gamers Lounge just had a great hour long interview with Romeo about WWX. It is scheduled to release Friday evening around midnight for those who are interested. It will be on the website, podcast feed, and iTunes (when apple updates). Really interesting stuff he is doing, and he answered a ton of questions for us.

Well, according to Dan @ Gamers Lounge, Marcus is best at holding Kaeris's Purse. We know this because of the awesome job Lord Shaper did putting this guy together. Expect to see him in a battle report soon. http://gamerslounge.coda.net/2013/03/03/gamers-lounge-ep-73-bill-and-dan-in-a-knife-fight/

Good Omens is fantastic. Dresden is incredible... grab them now!!! Wheel of Time just finished, so its only 14 novels of between 600 and 1000 pages. They can get a bit tedious but finish really strong. Mistborn is a really good series and worth the read. Very urban fantasy with a unique magic system. James Rollins does a great Spy/Secret Agent series called Sigma Force. they are all very good reads. Gav Thorpe does a good Roman-esque low magic fantasy trilogy, Crown of the Blood/Crown of the Usurper/Crown of the Conqueror Ernest Cline wrote Ready Player One, which was far better than I expected it to be. Lots of 1980's references plus a semi-distopian future where everyone lives to play an MMO. It's a much better book than the description would indicate. Then if your into non-fiction books I have several I have enjoyed, but you need to be interested in the subjects: Busting Vegas by Ben Mezrich (about gamblers taking on Casino's ) 21: Bringing Down the House by Ben Mezrich (also about gamblers but with blackjack) How to be Black by Baratude Thurston (humorous book that's exactly what the name says) Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson (about Steve Jobs and Apple) The Professor and the Madman by Simon Winchester (about the Old English Dictonary) Tokyo Vice by Jake Adelstein (about the Yakuza) Rigged by Ben Mezrich (about commodities trading and the Dubai Mercantile Exchange)

I have dubbed that one Nightmare Ashigaru and decided it no longer drops corpse counters..... *grin*

Thanks to all the updates, it looks like the head just disappeared while I was clipping the sprue. For others, be careful while your clipping stuff off the sprue. As a quick question, which tab (A#) was the head on?

Good morning all, I have to admit, my ability to search on these forums has always been incredibly suspect and simply horrible. With that said, I have done a little poking around this morning but did not see a post about this. Last night I picked up my Master of the Path box from my LGS. I got it home and began assembling the kit, but Yan Lo seemed to be missing his head. Now, I am not submitting a mispacked report because I was able to solve the issue on my own with a dip into my bits box. With that said, I mentioned the swap to my gaming group this morning. I got a response saying that one of the other guys received Yan Lo's head separate in a small bag, that it was not actually on the sprue. So, for this post I figured I would try and serve 2 purposes: Can anyone else confirm that Yan Lo's head is not actually on the sprue? If so, this is a great place-holder for other people who might be in my position and confused (thinking they lost the head while clipping things off the sprue).

Introduction Z-E-E, printed in dark block letters on the denim shirts pocket. I suppose the economy of printing three letters was to my benefit, at least that’s how the captain would explain it. I really should have had a choice in what got printed, the cost was being added to my “Commitment” after all; technically I was paying for it. A long blue leather duster and a matching dark hat with official red banding completed the look. Red canvas pants and the armor for my chest and shins, all strapped together with the utility belt supporting a holster and sheath. The whole uniform was strategically decorated with red banding so citizens could find us easily. Citizen was such a loose term though, since we are all in debt to the guild at the end of the day. This was Malifaux, and even as a guild guard I was just a glorified indentured servant until my “Commitment” was paid off. My name is Gunther Zee, an officer in the Malifaux City Guild Guard. My friends’ earth side would swoon at the glamour and prestige of my position. “What’s the Governor General like at parties?” they would ask if given the chance. Everyone “knew” the prestigious guild guards of Malifaux were hand picked by the Governor General himself. Securing civilization in the face of monstrosities and terrible danger was the role every guild guard faithfully served. All the dime back novels back home proclaimed the valiant courage guild guards dedicated to protecting the assets of the Guild. The Guild, here in Malifaux to civilize the frontier and bring back wealth and marvels to those of us back home. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the truth. See, I never was one for planning and anticipating risk in the future. Excitement and adrenaline were my drugs of choice. I knew how to handle a blade, a pistol, a rifle, and a horse. I knew my way around whiskey bottles, cards, and occasional fights. We all knew if we could just win one more big hand we would have enough for a ticket to real excitement! Through the Breach, a ticket on that fabled train engine that delivered riches to earth side while delivering adventurers to Malifaux. That big hand just never made its way to my table, and lady luck apparently had other plans. It’s disingenuous to blame what happened solely on luck. I did not understand the way the world worked, and we were all convinced that the dime novels were fact. We had been together for six months travelling town to town across the countryside. Odd jobs here and there, sprinkled liberally with card games and roadside hijackings provided the whiskey, food, and beds we needed. We kept the hijackings small, and always at least 50 miles and two days away from bedding down. A.B. did all the planning, and we lived comfortably as we made our way toward the breach. A.B. had it planned that we could keep doing jobs and get enough for all of us to buy tickets through the breach. It would have been a great plan, if I could have just kept my mouth shut. I didn’t get us caught so don’t start anticipating my story now. If the boys are still following A.B. they’re probably doing well and building toward those tickets. I have a problem with talking big when I’m drinking and then backing myself into a corner I can’t get out of, that’s all. It started with the card game on Monday, I tell you I was on a roll! Whiskey was flowing, smoke was lingering near the ceiling, and I could bluff my way into any pot I wanted! Six, Eight, Nine, Jack, King and I took down the pot with no more than a howdy do. I watched trips tossed out as players lost their nerve and every time they’d call me, I won the hand. Pair of aces called me down and I’m holding a straight. Jack high straight calls me down but mine is ace high and drag the pot across the table. The final hand of the night comes, with this real bruiser who’s been playing all night, betting big but folding here and there to stay in the game. I’ve bluffed him out of three pots so far and I know he’s about to call and push it all the way. I creep a quick glance at my hand and I’m staring at a straight flush, king high. Straight flush on the draw, my luck is crazy good tonight. Betting goes around and when the bruiser finally calls, he flips up four aces and watches as I let my face fall. He knew he had me and started reaching for the money when I spread my cards and smile real wide. I have to admit, if it wasn’t for the sheriff pulling his pistol I think I would have been shot right there. Bruiser gets escorted out and I slip back to camp with the huge pot of dough. Next night we’re in a bar on the other side of town and the boys spot this real classy looker stepping from a coach. The dares start flying and next thing I know my mouth is claiming I can talk my way into her room before the end of the night. I wander on outside, trying to figure out how a ruffian like me is going to trick my way into her sheets. I have no idea how I’m going to pull this off, and the boys are just laughing it up, watching me wander down the steps to the coach. Howdy Ma’am and some small talk get me a nice casual conversation, but she is clearly not going for my brand of charm. Next I know here comes the coachman, pulling me aside and ask if I’m willing to help the porters bring up the trunks. I’m up for that and away we go, following her up the stairs of the hotel across the street. A quick grab into her trunks while there’s some confusion in the hotel and I slip out the back door with a pair of the lady’s delicates stuffed in my pocket. Keeping out of sight for a couple hours then walk back in the bar as proud as can be, delicates twirling on my fingers and a tale the boys are impressed by. My luck was really looking up that week. It kept up like that all week, until we hit the trail for the next town and a job. On the trail the boasting was really out of hand then I hear myself claiming I can slip onto the train. Not just a train, but THE TRAIN, the guild line through the breach. We all know security is crazy on the train, but here I was telling tall tales and making boasts there was no way I could deliver on. I just couldn’t seem to stop my mouth from talking, and next I know I’m headed off to prove I can make it on the train alone. You would think that with my brain telling me I was an idiot, I would have just snuck back to camp and admitted I was a braggart. Damn my luck, I wish now I was a braggart and things hadn’t worked out to be the truth. It seems that if you put your mind to it, it’s easier to get on THE train than most would consider. Two days down the track, slip into a station town, and slip into the loading crew near the station. Load some boxes of vittles, and start a bit of a scuffle just as the train is about to leave and your good to go. If you got the skills to knock out a couple teeth from the Guild Guard captain in charge of securing the last couple supply cars, and can impress him enough that he wants revenge, you end up cuffed inside the train as it heads through the breach. I apparently have the skills, along with an uncanny ability to take a beating. Everyone breachside has heard the stories about going through. As the engine breaks the border of the breach there is an ozone tang to the air and everything gets real tense. It almost feels like the air becomes thick, like trying to push your finger through day old oatmeal. Sparks jump off the walls, even the wooden walls, and lightning flashes through the air between the ceiling and floor. As the energy passes through the train and the train pushed through the breach your mind opens to incredible vistas of color and new levels of understanding. Your worldview expands and you understand the limitless. At least that’s the story I hear on this side of the breach. It was just black for me, as I was unconscious and drooling blood on the floor of the freight car. I could describe the vista’s of color across my ribs and stomach from the beating I took, and the bruises from being tossed like a sack into the holding cell in Malifaux, but it’s nicer not to. I have to admit that the constable was awfully nice once I came to, giving me water and a plate of food. He brought me a bin to wash up in, some soap for my clothes; towels and blankets, good food and some drink. He even sat back on the second night and shared a whole bottle of really good whiskey with me, even though I was in the cell and he sat outside. I could not believe how great Malifaux was. I was a proud man as I walked into the courtroom and faced the Captain I had a tussle with. Magnanimous and humble all at the same time was how everyone saw me when I apologized and admitted wrongdoing to the court. Imagine my surprise when the Guild Guard Captain smiled and told the judge he didn’t want to press any charges or have me jailed for my assault. Malifaux was a dream; everything I had read in those dime store novels was far less than reality! My charges were dropped and I was free to go, once I paid for the fees assessed on me. That phrase caught my attention, Fees Assessed. My stomach dropped a bit as I thought about how little I had on this side of the breach. After being beat, my pockets were empty. I glanced up at the judge and caught an awfully satisfied and snidely wicked smile. It was mirrored on the Guild Guard Captains face when I glanced his way. “Could you tell me which fees’s you refer to your honor?” If I remember correctly, the list started with Court Fees, the Captains lost day of wages, Room and Board fees for the jail stay, linens and water use fees, meals and whiskey, entertainment for the constable “entertaining” me all night, private transport from the train station to the goal, and one “First Class private car transportation fee” through the breach. I couldn’t catch my breath as I looked at the totals listed on the sheet handed to me by the constable. How was I going to pay all this? I think the lawyers in Malifaux can read your mind, or maybe they just deal with this all the time. My skin felt a little slimy when a voice weaseled in my ear and explained that all these fees were easy to take care of. They were nothing to worry about if I would just commit to the Guild that they would be paid. Hope bloomed in my mind as I turned to the red-coated weasel-man who had slipped up next to me. The whole court was quiet as he scratched a few more lines at the bottom of the sheet. Contract negotiation fees, uniform fees, room and board to be deducted from weekly pay, and a final calculation for a Commitment to repay the Guild through work. If I would just sign my signature at the bottom of the tally it would be a contract and I could start work immediately. The Guild Guard Captain smiling broadly would be happy to embrace me into his new cadre of guard’s breachside. I may not be bright, but I saw this was my only choice. Damn my luck. I’m Gunther Zee, Guild Guard in the city of Malifaux. I have accosted my captain, slipped through the breach, and now I serve the loyal citizens of Malifaux every day.

Malifaux Story Encounter “Fountain of Souls” Basics: Event Location: Huzzah Hobbies 44927 George Washington Blvd, Ste.165 Ashburn, VA 20147 (703) 466-0460 Registration: Registration on site @ Huzzah Hobbies, 10:30am Pre-Registration: Email to Bill@Gamerslounge.coda.net Registration Fee: $10 Event Date: Saturday, April 6, 2013 Event Time: Registration: 10:30am – 11am Round 1: 11am – 1:00pm Lunch Break: 1:00pm – 2:00pm Round 2: 2:00pm – 4:00pm Round 3: 4:30pm – 6:30pm Paint Contest (30ss Crew) – 6:30pm – 7:00pmpm Awards: 7:00pm Event Rules: Deployment: Per Story Encounter Strategy Selection: Per Story Encounter Crew Construction: Single Faction, 35ss Painting Requirement: Fully Painted preferred Scoring: TP/Diff/VP Appearance Standard: TO’s preference is for all models to be fully painted to a 3 color minimum. Players will not be disqualified for having unpainted crews or models. Proxy Rule: Proxies (substitute models) are not allowed under any circumstanced, nor can a player enter this event with a model that has not been released to the general public. Prize Ruling: Raffle Tickets per Story Encounter guidelines Raffle Ticket for Pre-registration email. Additional Raffle Ticket upon registration. 2 Large Box picks via Raffle 3 Small Box picks via Raffle Paint Scoring will be popular scoring for a 30ss crew. Painting prize will be Large prize box pick. **For those who are interested, this is the same Story Encounter being run at Adepticon later in April!!!

Listening now, and Dave is correct, I am laughing at the abuse. To be fair, part of the request for trivia questions specifically said that many/most of the people attending were GL listeners/fans. I also love the fact Mike gets to correct a henchman on a bad rules call. It's a long road from the early Malifools episodes! *grin*

We are recording this weekend, so I expect the tournament will be covered. I cannot really commit to that though, since Dan is the new "Face of the Gamers Lounge". He has control of the schedule (although he may not realize that yet). I wonder how much Malifaux is going to be discussed... hrm.... *grin*

Only if I sleep in again..... *grin*

I will be there: playing in the masters TO for the Team tournament TO for the Story Encounter Helping judge the cake tournament going to get some gas light games in as well On your questions, the Master's does not requrie you to pre-qualify to participate, just grab a ticket. The Master's tournament will qualify 8 (6?) players to advance to the Sunday Avatar's. The Sunday Avatar's tournament will crown the "Adepticon Top Malifaux Player" for 2013. 2012 Andrew Weakland (Guy in Suit) was the top player and 2011 Dixon Thiru (DarcXon) was the top player. As I understand it, they will both be returning to defend their championships this year. On the Cake touranment, you do need to bring a Cake and I believe it's currently sold out. In the past the cake's have been everything from a box of little Debbie's to much more elaborate cakes such as these. **this is the actual table of Cake from last year, prior to judging.

Dreamer can ignore the damage from the actual blasts, but not from the spell itself. In this case, Dreamer was the original target so he takes the moderate damage. The blasts would be placed starting in base contact with Dreamer, and any model under the blast markers would take the weak damage of the spell. If, in another example, another model had been the target but the blasts had touched Dreamer, he would not have taken any damage.

@Shaper - I have 4 more years before my youngest is out of the house. After that the Wife and I will be trying to plan a trip to Australia. Maybe we can set-up a tournament when I am down there!!! *grin*

Picture time.... First we have the now famous Large and Small Prize Boxes. The whole group of players: Dan of Gamers Lounge fame won the competitive tournament (1st place overall with Viktoria) Luke, who had only played a little bit before this tournament, won 2nd overall in the competitive tournament (2nd place overa. Hugh, who won 2 rounds of the "Not Winner's Achievement Legue" and drew a winning raffle ticket. And Mustache Matt who won the painting contest: Lots of other pictures for the other Raffle Winners, Painted crews, and "candid" model shots through the day in the album. http://s255.beta.photobucket.com/user/nix603/library/Feb%202013%20Attrition%20tournament ---------- Post added at 12:09 PM ---------- Previous post was at 11:36 AM ---------- And some "Candid Shots"

Hey all, Over the weekend I ran the Malifaux Attrition Tournament in Ashburn VA. We had a great painting contest as part of the non-competitive side of the event, with some amazing crews. Players were able to enter a 25ss crew for popular paint judging. I wanted to share the crews entered with the boards, so here they are. First, the winning crew by Mustache Matt. Gencon 2012 attendees may recognize the Avatar in this picture. Then the other Entries:

My deep gratitude goes out to all the people who showed up for this event! The tournament was a fantastic success and there were lots of prizes given out. Two Santana's went to well deserving winners, with the first place winner giving his Santana away to the top guild player! 19 total people (bye's suck BTW), here are the final totals: As a note, I was particularly happy to see 3 other henchmen participate in the event. I was also a proud Dad seeing daughter (14) placed 6th in her second tournament ever. It was also amazing seeing the second place player not only play Gremlins all the way through but place highly with this event being his 2nd/3rd/4th non-demo games. Overall it was just a great day! Pictures will follow here and in the model forum this week.

Nice.. thank you!

Thats another good use, similar to how I use Torekage from time to time. Wastrels being able to attack from Harmless is a great way to assassinate totems and weak/wounded models.