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Hi, Thanks for the feedback. It's really nice to hear someone said they liked it. I have amended with some of the changes you have recommended, but I thought I'd quickly go over the ones I have not. I think the first point is that I don't really want to make Dimitri a main character. Nor did I want either of the others to be. It's easiest to see things from his point of view because he is, for the most part, an observer of the whole event. I think I didn't want to emphasize him that much. Part of the point was that he is quite unassuming, he doesn't say a word in the entire encounter! It made it seem much more like he was completely out of depth when Krakhov died. The other thing is I tend to like to infer and leave things to the imagination. Things are wordy and long when Krakhov falls because he has no idea what has just happened. I did get rid of 'Dimitri never started' though, it was an unnecessary pun. I guess on the 'point of view' front, I tend to see the reader floating bodiless in the story. The joys of the third person is that you aren't anyone, at least imo. All this being said, I really do appreciate your feedback. I don't want it to feel like I haven't taken what you have said on board, you were definitely right on multiple counts. Thanks again Connor

Awesome stuff!

I have had a crack at writing something for this, which you can see here. Hope this matches what was intended.

Hi, this is my first attempt at writing anything in some time and first ever 'Iron Quill'. I am sorry if it does not make the grade. I have used the object 'sharpened blade' and the theme 'honesty'. If I have misunderstood and need to add more of the suggested themes in it should be too hard. I Hope you enjoy. Business Krahkov paced impatiently across the well-worn floor, seemingly unaware of the groaning worm-eaten floorboard’s fragility. Dimitri did not flinch as his master spat incoherent frustration at damp ridden walls. Dimitri had known Krahkov for a long time. He was used to his angry outbursts. Dimitri himself was not, however, one for anger. Though a head taller than his companion, he did not exude menace. For him life was simple, which was good because the same accusation had been made of him; the most recent accusation made when he had refused to abandon his current employer. They called Krakhov a sinking ship. Dimitri didn’t understand, as far as he saw it if a ship was sinking better to stay on board than dive in the sea. Besides, he knew better than to look for opportunity elsewhere. In Malifaux, you do not try your luck. “That useless Dolbo yeb. If he has been caught by that sooka excuse for …’ Krakhov often slipped into the mother-tongue when he was stressed and angry. He was rarely one without the other and, recently, he had much cause for both. When they had first come to Malifaux their particular talents had meant they quickly had become powerful men. Protection rackets, smuggling and arms dealing; it felt like people just wanted to throw money at them… or they did after a little persuasion. However, their fortunes had turned and now they were almost destitute. “Honest to the Maker if I get my hands on that…” “’Onest!?!” A voice questioned from the darkness on the far side of the abandoned warehouse. A regular hard tapping accompanied by the moaning of floorboards told the pair that the speaker was approaching. Krakhov paused. “’Onest day’s work, ‘dey say. Dat’s where people grind down ‘dere bones work for ‘da Guild. S’not for me. ‘Onest gets ya’ dead.” The few gas lights that the brother’s had managed to get working started to illuminate the figure. The first thing seen were the shoes, shining brighter than the sun ever did in the wretched city. A well pressed grey suit followed, complete with golden cufflinks and tie. The ensemble was complimented by a single golden tooth bedecking a mirthless grin. Everyone in the district knew this figure from whispers ushered from the bottom of dirty glasses. This was Shanks, head of the Gremlin Mafia. "Not Ooo you was ex-speck-ting?" Shrugged Shanks, teeth like a sharpened blade combined to make a malicious grin. “You should go back where you came from” Krakhov spat, irony lost under seething rage. “Now dat’s not ‘da way you should start neg-osh-ee-ate-shuns.” Krakhov's blustering exploded into incoherent spit and visceral language. Dimtri couldn’t remember seeing Krakhov so mad. “You killed my man?” “Let’s not dwell on the past,” Shanks pulled a small knife from his pocket and started prying bits of food from between his teeth, “I am ‘ere to neg-osh-ee-ate ‘da terms for buying your bis-ee-ness in-ter-ests.” Shanks voice was nasal and he clearly struggled with words of multiple syllables, but he appeared to enjoy using them, as if they empowered him. Krahkov laughed, this was bad. Dimitri grip on his large wood-cutting axe, his trademark weapon, tightened until his knuckes were white. “And what, exactly, do you think that will cost” “’Dis.” In one smooth motion Shanks plucked something out of another pocket and flicked it over to the gangster. Catching it in one hand, Krakhov stared at the small object in his hand. He visibly began to shake. Dimitri relaxed. “You think you can buy my assets with this!?! This!?! One single soulstone!” Krakhov had now closed the gap between the two ‘businessmen’. His broken nose pressed close against the Gremlin’s face and spittle leapt from bruised lips behind a big black beard. “One INACTIVE soulstone!’ He pressed the unassuming rock into the gremlins face. Suddenly, the stone began to glow. It was faint at first, barely visible in fact, but eerie green glow grew rapidly until you could see it through Krakhov’s hand. He took one step back and began staring at the power cupped in his hand. He lifted his other hand to inches before his face and studied the thick red liquid there. Drool dripped down his beard as he attempted to locate the origin of this strange phenomenon. He also felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Shank plucked the newly powered soulstone from Krakhov’s hand before the giant mobster crumpled on the floor. “’Waste not, want not’ as me Moma used ta’ say” Dimitri's palm was sweaty and for the first time he felt unsure of his grip. His muscled tensed, as they always did, with the anticipation of a brawl. Dimitri took one step forward but then stopped when he felt something press against his leg. He looked down to see another gremlin, this one with a pair of trousers pulled up to just below his arm-pits. Despite this compensation, it was clear that the bottom of the trousers had been rolled up many times to prevent tripping. This might have proved amusing if the same Gremlin did not have a .45 calibre pistol aimed directly at his groin. Dimitri did not know what unnerved him more: The size of the gun, the fact that the Gremlins arm shook with the exertion needed to lift such a mighty firearm or the barely contained excitement painted all over the little green face. “Ape-parent-lee it is called a Still-ate-oh” Shanks was wiping the long thin blade clean on his golden hankerchief, which he then carefully folded and placed neatly back in his breast pocket. He approached the gargantuan man casually and then, with a single finger, pushed the weapon aimed at him away. The other gremlin made no attempt to hid the fact he was heartbroken. “I ‘ere ‘dat you ‘ave ree-sent-lee found yoo’self out ‘ta work. I bee-leaf I can ‘elp you wid’ dat.” Dimitri relaxed. You do not try your luck in Malifaux.

I might give this a go

Yeh, I'm interested. Need to be confirmed though.

I had a fantastic time, really enjoyed it. Big thanks to Chris and Sam for running it and everyone who let me beat them. Checks are in the mail

DM'd

May 10th is the Saturday not Sunday right?

With Tigerstyle on this one, it'll be a blast and I am sure you will have a good time. What's to be sorry about!

Last of my Proxy Gremlins painted. Just need to wait for all the new figures to turn up now!

Latest Gremlins:

1) I'm in 2) 50ss 3) I think I have a basic understanding now, played 3 games on it so far. 4) Makes sense, thought there are some masters I have no interest in at all. I would prefer it if you picked your top 3 and then if both players have the same top choice, then the player who didn't get to play with their favourite most recently gets priority. 5)Is a tough problem, I'd go with 5-0 win to the attendee

I have got the go ahead from SWMBO who has agreed to pay for me as a B-day present. Connor Barker

Afraid I have not done much for this recently. Here's a couple of proxy Gremlins until the new models waiting for the new boxes to come out soon. This is my proxy Francois until I get my mitts on the real one.

Sounds cool, I'm in

Here's my Gremlin test model. Also a shameless plug for the blog I have just started.

HOBBIT FEET!

The waistcoats were green-stuffed on

Thank you everyone for your kind words. The terror tots you see above are probably my last addition to my Lynch crew for some time now. I now have every 'darkened' model I know of apart from 'stitched together'. I really like the rules for stitched together, they work nicely with my image of Lynch, but I can't justify the model style. I don't see puppets working in a Lynch crew. If anyone has any proxy suggestions it would be appreciated. On an end of project whim I have taken a group shot of everyone minus the gupps, who I also think haven't worked well with Lynch probably because my colour choice with them wasn't very good. I have been mentally struggling with Malifaux recently because of the wide variety of choice available with models. The number of different styles means there is something for everyone, but to play the game you should scour the faction and merging things that don't stylistically fit model wise bothers me. I think Neverborn are particularly bad for this so I have decided a change is as good as a break and plugged for Gremlins. I am confident I can pick across faction with these guys and still have a cool cohesive crew because, well, green is green! What I am trying to say is be prepared for something a little different next time!

Cracking work, really like your stuff. As for choice of crew it depends on how important each aspect is for you. You can go bright colours on 'The Thunder' (see JenTr's misaki crew) and it looks good but she is another combat master. McCabe works well because he is guild so can use stuff you already have, but probably works better in a dusty colour scheme. Nicodem plays very different, but I can't imagine clean ressers. Pandora plays very differently and you can go wild with colours, seeing as it's the one your most interested in it makes sense to do that one. Just my two cents. Congrats again on some ace looking figures.

Is there any chance we can get individual results?