Hateful Darkblack

Also! I've been updating the Wiki with what comes in each box, and what's available in plastic and metal, in the intro section.

I got a Lilith box and a Teddy, myself! I already have a Lilith box (won in a tournament) but the Teddy is my first plastic Teddy. I'm probably going to get a Miss Ery or two at Gen Con. I'm sort of excited at the idea of running Leveticus with Pariah of Iron and four Teddies, all (or almost all) different.

I'm figuring we wait until GenCon's over.

Any link?

Yeah, I'm guessing there'll be some kind of Campaign Guide that will also include Avatars. But that's just my guess.

Probably either Hunting Bow or Pig Slinging on Sammy for Ulix. Because woo!

I'm planning to take her with Ulix.

I look forward to meeting you at GenCon!

With Leveticus, I take a single Coryphee often, because I can't make a duet. It's worth it. But the duet is way better.

Oh, it would be a nice day for that.

Yeah, the Blight clause is nice. You thought you were getting away from my ratball of disease? No way, get back here.

Hamelin is shooting little cartoon music notes at them. Some of them are sharp, and some of them are Blighted. In play, Hamelin does great with his Pipes but often uses his Obey instead if he has it. Pipes is great for luring in an enemy while softening them up. It's not as strong as a Belle's Lure, but a Belle can't do all the many, many other things that Hamelin can. And if you want a proper Lure, you can always hire Kade through Sewer King.

OMG love.

I'm in! It may be last-minute, but here's my entry: Losing Her.

1530 words. Theme: Loss Character: Leader by force Line: "Curiosity killed the cat." Item: A top hat Location: Carnival

I have been traveling with her for months now, losing her and finding her again. Mostly, traveling with her means following her until I have to stop for food or sleep or something and she keeps going, then trying to track her down afterwards. I don't even know why I'm following the Clockwork Brass Herald. Perhaps it's because I still feel like I'm on assignment from the Neverborn to protect her. Maybe I'm looking for answers and understanding - I was always curious about dangerous things, and that kind of curiosity killed the cat. Or maybe, just maybe, I'm so used to following dangerous orders that I don't understand that I seek out that kind of situation by instinct. I knew that I couldn't stop or settle down any more. I was a fugitive, wanted by the Guild for some big crimes. I don’t want to brag, but I’ve made a lot of mistakes lately. I kind of sold out my species to the Neverborn. Kind of blew up a Guild warehouse. Definitely tampered with a lot of contraband material. I think I might have accidentally tampered in some kind of forbidden magic, too. I have no idea how I might have done that, but somehow I built that Clockwork Brass Herald, cobbled together from a bunch of other dangerous artifacts. Could be I was falling in love with my creation, like Pygmalion. It wouldn't be the most disastrous romance I've had. For her part, she allowed me to travel with her. Most things she encountered, she would cut down with that nasty artifact blade I'd handed her from the warehouse. She was swift and merciless and her Soulstone eyes glowed as she killed. But not me. She never made a threatening motion toward me. I took that as a good sign that maybe she liked me. Still, she didn't slow down for me when I needed to stop for something, so I lost her every night or so at very least. She wasn’t as fast as a horse on the straightaway, but she was nimble. She vaulted over walls, skulked through alleyways, danced pirouettes across the city skyline. It was hard to find her when she was slipping through the streets, but easy to watch her as she danced through the world. As big as she was -- about half again as tall as me -- she was surprisingly graceful. And despite the music box that played as she went -- a soft little carnival tune -- she was surprisingly quiet. As I had followed her, I’d gotten myself supplied for travel. I’d stolen a hardy morgan from in front of some drinkhouse while we were still in Malifaux City. I traded stolen musical instruments and other goods for food and bullets in markets as she slipped through alleyways nearby. I had kept an eye on her as much as I could as she cut a path through the city, up the walls, and into the Quarantine Zone. I had thoughts in my mind of the Herald fighting her way through the Quarantine Zone one zombie at a time, but it wasn't necessary. By chance, fate, or unspoken plan, she passed through the Zone by day and was out the other side by dusk. I rode alongside her the whole time. Sometimes I would ask her questions, or try to entertain her with music. She would step around me when I was in her way, but otherwise she never much seemed to notice my presence. I followed her all the more eagerly, like a lovestruck suitor who would become bored with a girl that didn't spurn him. Out into the wilderness we went, avoiding pursuit, keeping a good clip. I would camp when I was too exhausted to follow, then try to track her in the morning. I was getting better and better at finding her again, but she was nine feet tall and made of brass and clockwork, so I shouldn't get too proud. The travel was surprisingly uneventful. I guess I was lucky that way. Those prairies are hungry for fools like me. Then trough the badlands, past the other side, and into the Bayou. She kept to the roads, at least. I imagine she would have sank otherwise. I lost her again one morning out there in the swamps, but followed her tracks right into a hidden camp. I rounded a corner and there I was in the middle of it - bright tents everywhere. Scuttering shapes. Music. Fires. Caged Warpigs, all decorated and painted. Little green ones all dressed up as acrobats and dancers. While following what I thought was her path, I’d stumbled into the middle of some Gremlin carnival. The Gremlins made quite a sight: little and green but covered in bright colors from scavenged bits of everything. They cheered and played music. They did dances and had motionless wooden sawhorses painted up like carousel animals. Then they noticed me. The squeezebox washboard music didn't stop, but it grew more ominous quite suddenly. They watched me cautiously. I started to notice pepperbox pistols and sharpened things in their hands, noticed the sharp spikes on their tools and tricks. I looked behind me, and sure enough, there was a Gremlin there with a dirty old musket as big as he was, covering my escape route. Some part of me thought of them as children, playing with dangerous toys, worried they'd hurt themselves. I've heard talk from other mercenaries -- that's the sort of misconception you don't stay alive to nurse for very long. Well, it was as good a day as any to die. I made peace with the mysteries of my existence, and gritted my teeth. I might not survive this, but at very least I would go down fighting. They seemed surprised when I pulled and cocked my own gun. Where I faced, they took cover behind tents and bushes. The problem was, I could still see them lurking and skulking in the corners of my eyes. I was surrounded and outnumbered, and we’d both made it clear that this was likely to be a fight. I supposed the only question was which of them would jump out and attack first and get shot. They’d kill me for sure either way, but most likely, whoever jumped out at me first would die before the rest overwhelmed me. So they were hesitant, waiting for someone else in their caravan to take the sacrifice first shot. Or maybe they were waiting for something else. Before that happened, I heard a noise of something big moving. A huge figure tore through one of their brightly dyed rag-patch tents. The Gremlins scattered out of its way. And I was surprised that after all this time, I didn’t recognize her at first. My Brass Herald was there in all her finery and more. She was decorated with snips and charms and swatches and bells -- one part bellydancer and one part decorated general. The Gremlins scattered and scraped to get out of her way. At first I thought it was first, but then I noticed them make little gestures toward her - salutes to their straw hats, or toasts upward with their rusty mugs. They were afraid of her, to be sure, but they were afraid of her like they would be toward any of their leaders. Someone had put a big black felt top-hat on top of her head. I looked around at all the assembled Gremlins. They had lowered their weapons and were watching me with serious expressions, waiting to see what would happen next. Maybe they thought the Brass Herald was going to kill me. I hadn’t been away from the Brass Herald a full day yet, and somehow the Gremlins had discovered her and decorated her and, most surprising of all, gotten her to stay in one place, a thing I’d never managed. They watched me, and started to look a little reckless. I started talking, not knowing what I was going to say until I heard my own voice saying it.. "Hey, listen up, all of you!" I barked with more authority than I felt, "The Dancer's in charge here, on account of how she can knock down any of you without much thinking. But what you didn't know is I'm the only one who can understand and speak for her, so you'd best do what I say. Any questions?" They looked at me blankly and shrugged. The Brass Herald just looked around impassively, a dim glow in her Soulstone eyes. I was surprised at myself. Were these words coming from the Brass Herald, or was I just improvising to stay alive? Would the difference matter? "Good enough,” I said, “Now, someone bring me something to drink. And a big plate of food. Then pack up, everyone! It's time to take this show on the road!" They gave a raucous, dangerous, echoing cheer, and I felt a heaviness in my stomach. Where was I taking these creatures? Who was in charge? I looked back at the Brass Herald and hoped she’d have some answers for me. At least I wasn’t alone.

(Also, I spent like 15 minutes trying to Google for cool archaic names for a hound caretaker. "Kennelman" and "Houndmaster" are the only ones I could find. For all that medieval English was full of obscure hunting terms, there are very few for the people in charge of the dogs.)

Love the proposal! I think you wrote it well. You kept the 6 total abilities/actions that is standard for a Minion. On its own, it looks very nicely balanced. In a Crew, I can kinda see problems - either it stacks with Luna or it replaces her. Here's what it looks like to me: this looks like a model that is very similar to Luna - a model that speeds up Guild Hounds and makes them lose Insignificant. If you're playing a McCabe crew, this doubles up a lot of the bonuses and takes them over the top. If you're playing a non-McCabe Crew, you're pretty much stealing McCabe's schtick. I'd suggest, rather than abilities that are similar to Luna's (raise Hounds' Wk, remove Insignificant), you think about other things a model could do to boost Guild Hounds. Maybe give a little Armor, or heal them, or make an aura where hounds get a bonus to Ml equal to the number of friendly Hounds engaged. I really like the trigger. The idea that the guy's defense is a dog bites you if you attack him is awesome. I'd suggest a simpler rephrase, though: "Df/Wp ® After resolving this action, a friendly Hound within LoS Charges the attacking model if able." Another suggestion: You could make the Guild Hound Caretaker an Enforcer, and then have a few different Upgrades for different sets of benefits they can give. Also, maybe it'd be nice if Marcus could hire this guy too? On a more meta note, it seems like the place where custom models fit best into M2E is in a particular scenario, rather than an overall supplement. I suspect you'll see more traction on scenario-specific models rather than general models. Just a thought. (One thought for that: if there was a fox-and-hound type of scenario, this model could be a mercenary that lets anyone hire Hounds. Then one side are the Foxhunters and the other side are the Foxes.)

Thanks nogoatsnoglory! Good fix!

This sounds awesome. If you wanted to go cheap and bare-bones, you wouldn't need soulstones or even Fate Decks (since people can just use playing cards). Just models, cards, and rules. But it'd be nicer to go less barebones: some 30mm bases with inserts for corpse, scheme, and scrap markers, two fate decks, and maybe a few alt sculpts to appeal to regular players. Natural matchups: The Guild Masters are obvious choices because each has a fluff-based standard enemy, and the first book's worth are straightforward to learn. There are some other good choices out there, though. Lady Justice vs. Seamus Sonnia vs. Rasputina Perdita vs. Lilith Von Schill vs. Ophelia Jakob Lynch vs. Misaki

Anyone get a capture of this for later?

“Now, we’ll need to ask you a few questions.” “Tell one lie and we’ll turn off your birthdays.” “Now, Marshall Tate, don’t be like that. I’m sure our new friend isn’t going to be lying. Are you, doctor?” “Sirs, I can assure you, there’s been a terrible mistake… I am completely innocent.” “See, he’s started already! Time to practice with my pinky shears.” “Steady now. Give the man a chance to explain himself.” “Alright, but I’ve got my eye on you, pal.” “Very well, but there’s little else to explain. I have heard these rumors that I have performed a spree of horse thefts, but I maintain that they are mere slander. I spend each evening in my laboratory, as my records will clearly indicate.” “And you can show these records?” “I would rather not, but if it will end this rigamarole, then by all means, have at.” “Yes, thank you. Let’s see them.” “We’re wasting our time. We should just lock this guy up.” “Steady now. These notes look legitimate.” “I say he just lied in his diary too, to back up his other lies.” “Hmm. I’m afraid my partner is not yet convinced. Do you have any witnesses who can back up your story?” “Oh, this is preposterous! Yes, my laboratory assistant can confirm my story. Please, Wolfram, tell these fellows where I was last night.” “Here is the information you request. He was in the laboratory from before dusk until midnight precisely, then sleeping in his dormitory.” “Your robot’s a liar too! That’s enough, I’m gonna take my can-opener and—” “Steady now! Do not threaten our friend’s clockwork assistant.” “Who’s threatening the clockwork? I was going to peel open the liar’s thumbs.” “Steady now! Steady! Sir, if you’ll perhaps explain why you did this, I may be able to convince the judge to give a lighter sentence…” “I am unmoved by your threats, gentleman. Whether or not you are convinced, I will participate in my slander now longer. Now if you’ll excuse me, I — what’s this? More gadflies?” "Sir! My partner and I were just concluding our interview with --" “Beg pardon, gents, but we’ve found the culprit! We’ve got him in custody in — aw, what the devil?” “What? So, who was the culprit?” “This fella right here, but we just arrested him across town.” “Intriguing. It would appear that I am the victim of an imitator, rather than a slanderer. Nonetheless, in either case I am exonerated.” “The hell you are. We’ll throw you both in jail and you can solve it from there.” “I’m afraid my partner is correct.” “Nonsense. This meeting is at an end. Assistant, please escort these fellows out.” "Acknowledged. Please come with me." “We ain’t leaving without you.” “Assistant, use force as needed.” “Urban defense mode engaged. Please come with me, I insist.” "Blast it! I can't stand doppelganger cases. Fire at will, men!"

I love Hungering Darkness in a Hardcore game. Plenty of speed and offensive potential, and they work great with Illuminated, who were born to hold ground and kill things. One possible Crew: Huggy + Addict (5ss) The Illuminated x 2 Ten Thunders Brother

Jack Daw can speed up his whole crew a lot. Any Tormented model can be a fast objective-runner, just by virtue of being Tormented.

I always saw them as the Resurrectionist answer to snipers. You want to shoot down my zombies while they shamble up to melee range? Bats! In the face! For you!