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  1. Just because I'm a little bored and stuck at home with this virus thing happening, I thought I'd show off my Lady Justice crew. I haven't played her in forever, so I just might have to add a bit more to her crew before I venture into games with her.
  2. From the album: Putting Paint to Plastic

    Third miniature I ever painted - back in December of 2016. He has a new paint job though, so check out the other pictures!
  3. This came up in a game of mine last week, we got into a discussion, but nothing was ever settled. I remember a beta post about this with Changelings, but since the Wave 3 beta forums are gone no way I can confirm the ruling. The setup is as follows: A Doppelganger copies the Death Marshal's action to Pine Box a Model and buries the Death Marshal.Now because the Doppelganger no longer loses the action does it still have to follow the text of the Pine Box action? Here are some the arguments that came up: Death Marshal is stuck buried, because Doppelganger no longer has the action and the action dictates that the WP duel occurs.Death Marshal is stuck buried, because the buried condition is on the Death Marshal. There is no condition on Doppelganger that dictates it was the originator of a pine box actionOpposed WP duel occurs, because the Pine Box action is what is keeping the Death Marshal buried.Opposed WP duel occurs, because when a model is buried by the Pine Box action the acting model has to perform an opposed duel when it activates.(i.e. even though Doppelganger loses access to Pine Box it is still restricted by Pine Box's rules)Death Marshal is immediately unburied because Doppelganger loses the pine box action.These aren't the word for word arguments, but I think this is close to the original discussion I had. The only thing we all agreed on was that it was a jerk move if the model can never get out. What do you guys think?
  4. I'm looking at picking up some Guild crews in the next few months to expand my Malifaux collection (primarily TT right now). I just recently bought McCabe and have Lady Justice from a while back. I'll probably also be snagging Lucius within the month for Guardsmen with McCabe. Since I have Lady Justice and McCabe provides specific benefits to Minions (Black Flash, Promises + upgrade slinging providing bonuses they wouldn't normally get), I was looking over the Death Marshals when I noticed Pine Box asks for a WP vs WP duel, with DMs having a base 6 WP. Obviously Lady Justice can help that a little with her totem, bringing them to a solid 7 WP. It then occurred to me that Oiran also provide a +1 WP bonus to friendly models, and I was wondering if Oiran would be an interesting mercenary candidate for Guild, especially with stuff like the Death Marshals that benefit greatly from WP boosts, bringing them to 7 WP in non-LJ crews and a remarkable 8 WP in LJ crews, almost assuredly keeping whatever nasty you've boxed, boxed. Positives: -WP boost to Pine Box duel -WP boost in general -Lure suit requirement alleviated a bit by low Guild demand for Crows -Guild Tome demand also slightly lower, although still valued by many Guild models, allowing her to get trigger on her first melee attack -Six soulstones even hiring as a mercenary, relatively cheap Negatives -Squishy even with Disguised and Defensive Stance. -Even if Guild doesn't necessarily need Crows, you'll probably need to be pitching a high card period unless using her to shuffle friendly models around It might just be crazy enough to try.
  5. There we sat down... Hey Wyrdos, how are you? My name is Andy I have been a long time wargamer, but Malifaux is completely new to me. The main thing that got me in to the game were the models, so before even ready any rules etc, I bought the models I liked. I picked up the Lady Justice crew box set as my first crew, and this log will guide you through my adventures through Malifaux. First up here is a picture of the Lady J box set: As you can plainly see Lady isn't there, why you ask? I had a few problems with this model, the hair was kind of a put off to me and I feel that she is so small compared to the rest of the crew, though it is a nice model. Oh yeah I also broke her sword. I ended up ordering some other bits before I had even finished building my initial box set. I picked up the guild riflemen box set, and the alternate perdita and justice sculpts: For my bases I am going for a "Hell on Wheels" style, with lots of mud and wooden slabs, If you have seen the TV show, you will know what I mean. Like I said, I am only buying the models I really like so my crew may not be the best but atleast I will think they look good. So this weekend I met up with @jbalderstone at Outpost Games in Sheffield and he gave me a demo game. We only used the starter crews, so I had Lady J and he used Shamus. I really enjoyed my first game, I some how won, and can't wait to play again, here is an action shot: Lastly due to my Death Marshals "pine boxing" 2 of Jimmy's Belles I made these markers so I remember in future games: Any way thats all I have done so far, pretty good for only a week of Malifaux? Next post expect some painted models as I currently have Lady J on the painting table. Any advice then please let me know, or if you are in the Yorshire area let me know and we can arrange a game. Thanks for reading. Andy - @Praetoriian
  6. can someone explaine to me the restrictions on placing a model unburied from a Death Marshal's pine box? the FAQ says I place the model. is there a reason I cant place it in Hazardous Terrain, will it take damage when placed? or will the model need to take a walk action in the terrain to be damaged? can I place the model in B2B with my Death Marshal over a cliff and drop it for falling damage? there is still room to place it, so why not. it sounds hilarious but my gut says its probably illegal.
  7. From the album: Lady Justice crew, midnight theme

    Lady Justice's crew in midnight theme
  8. From the album: Lady Justice crew, midnight theme

    Death marshals in midnight theme
  9. From the album: Lady Justice crew, midnight theme

    Death marshals in midnight theme
  10. I have asked on two occasions in other threads and there seems to be a disagreement about the Wp duel caused by the Pine Box action: Pine Box causes a Wp vs. Wp duel against a buried model when the Marshal next activates. Which model is the attacker? In my interpretation it should be the Marshal who attacks (and thus keeps the lid shut). Thus, buried friendly models should be able to relent to stay buried. I have heard the opposite opinion, though. Is this a misunderstanding on my part, or a hang-up from the old 1.5 days, when it was indeed so that the target of the Pine Box initiated the duel? Help from the rule masters, please?
  11. Frontier Justice Henry Banes turned the key in the door lock to close the shop for the night. A sigh escaped unexpected from his lips like the last puff of steam from cooling boiler. It had been a long day. He then went from lamp to lamp in the shop reducing the gas lights to a dim glow. The shop was a tidy affair, just over 12 feet wide but running nearly 100 feet deep. It was typical frontier construction, almost everything, floors, walls, counters and shelves, were built from the native wood of the area. One expensive pane of glass for the front window was hand painted in block letters, BANES MERCHANTILE. Henry caught a glimpse of movement through the glass. He peered through the darkened store to the dusty street outside. He could see the outline of the buildings on the other side of the street. But as the town of Sharp Pass didn’t have any street lights, the street was indistinct in the gathering gloom. If anything had been out there, it was gone now. The only sound was tinny piano music and the murmur of voices from The Imperial saloon down at the end of the street. All the respectable businesses had closed for the night. Henry made his way past the shelves stacked with clothing, mining tools, camp supplies and weapons. He paused to consider a small display box which contained “artifacts” he had taken in trade from the miners. He had the usual assortment of small glass jars and vials which were commonly found in ruins, a few metal buttons, a small stone statue which may have been a hoarcat, and his newest addition, a broach or medallion. It was made of gold strands of wire twisted around one another to make a rope. The rope was twisted as well into a circle. Each strand of wire had very tiny letters engraved all along it, most impossible to see without a magnifying glass. The entire thing was about the size of a man’s palm. By the weight of the gold alone, it was the most valuable thing in the case, possibly in the entire store. A young miner had brought it in. He was wild eyed and was only interested in trading it and a few other meager possessions for enough money to get a ticket back to Earthside. Henry had seen his type before. They came with dreams of making a fortune, only to have those dreams shattered by the harsh reality of Malifaux. “Of all the shops in all of Malifaux, why do the charity cases always find mine?” He wondered aloud. Of course, this one hadn’t been a charity case as the medallion would turn a tidy profit with the right buyer. He continued to the back of the store and then up the stairs to his apartment and storeroom above. Like most of the inhabitants of Sharp Pass, he lived where he worked. Only the truly rich could afford a separate house. Henry finished his evening meal and was just preparing to get into bed when he heard a wild galloping of horses down the street. He ran to the small upstairs window and peered out into the darkened street. He could see six riders galloping past in the light from The Imperial, the lead rider had dark hair billowing out behind her like a war banner. The second rider bore a huge sword on his back. The remaining riders all appeared to be carrying… coffins? “Oh Hell! Death Marshalls!” Henry rocked back on his heels as if their passing had created a gust of wind which blew through the closed window. The riders disappeared out of town into the inky night. Henry stood blinking after them, chewing his lower lip in thought. He thought of the times he had ridden hell bent for leather with a six gun on his hip and how it usually turned out. Then he turned, still in his nightshirt, and rushed downstairs. From the back of the store, he hoisted the heavy iron grill which would fit into the frame of his front window. He had it made nearly a year ago, but as nothing much ever seemed to happen in Sharp Pass, he had gotten out of the habit of locking it into place every night. Tonight suddenly seemed like a good night to get back into the habit. Sweat broke out on his forehead has he took small steps to the front of the store bearing the heavy grill. He nearly had the grill in place when a small head popped up to peer in over the sill of the window. Henry dropped the grill in surprise which landed squarely on his bare foot. “Yeow!!!” screeched Henry yanking his foot out and dancing around on one leg while holding his throbbing foot in his hands. He danced around for a couple of minutes before the pain subsided enough from more rational thought. What had he seen? “I’ll be damned if that didn’t look like a child’s rag doll peeping in.” He looked out into the night. There was nothing moving except for a ground fog which was rolling into town. The lights of The Imperial were surrounded by glowing halos and the outlines of the buildings across the street were blurred. “Oh, this just keeps getting better and better.” He muttered. He hoisted the grill into place and slid the locking bolts home. He considered getting the door key and checking outside the store front, but decided against it. “This ain’t the night for opening doors, that’s for sure.” On his way back upstairs, he paused by the displace case and picked up the gold medallion. “I think you need to be put away for safe keeping.” He dropped the medallion into the pocket of his night shirt. He then made a second stop by the gun rack. He considered the glimmering six shooters in the dim gas light. “I ain’t like that anymore.” he muttered and looked up to the long arms standing along the wall. Henry selected a used double barrel shotgun with exposed hammers and a dark oak stock. Flipping the release, the weapon broke and Henry pulled two 00 shotgun shells from the shelf and thumbed them into the breach. Then grabbing a handful of four or five more shells he dropped them into his nightshirt pocket which caused the shirt to sag terribly on one side. Satisfied, he headed back upstairs, propped the shotgun by his bed, set the shells on the night stand, and blew out the light. Henry sat bolt upright in bed. He heard the sound of wood squealing as it was bent and the sharp cracks as individual boards and beams gave way under pressure. He grabbed the shotgun and hurried to the stairs. Staring down into the dimly lit store, at first he saw nothing but then a piece of wood went skittering across the floor from the back of the store. Turning to look, he saw a massive shape pushing through the wall. It wasn’t attacking the wall, it was simply pushing through it with massive strength causing the wood to bend and break. Henry thumbed back both hammers on the shotgun, took aim at what must be the head and cut loose with both barrels. The roar of the shotgun with deafening in the small shop and a satisfyingly large chuck of the creature disappeared into a gooey mist. But the creature didn’t stop. If anything, it increased its pushing and more boards broke away allowing it to swing a massive leg into the shop. Henry ran through a quick mental checklist: Not human: check Really strong: check Immune to having its head blown into the next town: check Conclusion: Time to go! He paused to consider putting on his pants just long enough to hear the whole back wall of the shop collapsing, ran to the night stand, scooped the five shotgun shells back into his nightshirt pocket, and went to the front upstairs window. From what he could see, the street was empty, but with the fog, anything could be lurking down there. He opened the window, lowered the shotgun as far as he could then let it drop, stock first, to the street. He then turn around and went through the windows legs first lowering himself as far as he could by holding onto the sill before dropping to the street. His wounded foot screamed in agony as it hit. Henry briefly saw stars before his eyes. Shaking his head to clear his vision, he looked for the shotgun. A rag doll was heaving the stock onto its cloth shoulder and trying to drag the heavy gun away. Henry lurched toward it and grabbed the barrel of the gun. The little doll clung to the stock and sounded as if it growled at him. Henry paused to consider the doll, but only for a moment. He then swung the shotgun by the barrel and with a snap of his wrist at the end of the swing sent the little doll sailing down the street out of sight. Crashing sounds from inside the shop brought Henry back from enjoying his small victory. Glancing down the street, there were no lights at The Imperial. It must be really late. He began to hobble in that direction anyway. If there were people around, that is where he would be most likely to find them. Also, the doll was somewhere in the other direction. Two empty shells dropped to the street and Henry checked to make sure both barrels were clear before thumbing two fresh rounds into the breach. If any of his neighbors had heard the commotion, they had the good sense to stay inside and out of sight. Snap, snap, click, snap, snap, click and both hammers were drawn back on the old gun. He reached The Imperial and rattled the front door, but it was locked up tight. Faint noises of destruction could still be heard from the direction of his shop. He raised a hand to pound on the door and yell to be let in when he caught sight of a darker shadow in the mist. It was roughly human shape but walked with a strange side to side motion. Henry lifted the shotgun to his shoulder. Another shadow appeared to the left of the first and seconds later, a third appeared on the right. With the darkness and fog they weren’t more than 15 feet away but still indistinct. Henry froze hopping the deeper shadow around the doorway would conceal him from this new threat. As the nearest figure came closer, Henry could make out leathery skin that glimmered in the dim light, glassy eyes and fins. Just as it appeared they would pass by, the nearest one turned toward him and hissed. All three turned on him. “Ok Henry,” he said aloud, “three bad guys and two shells, a plan would be nice about now.” They edged closer, webbed claws extended toward him. Just as Henry was about to take his shots and hope to fight off whatever was left, a cracked voice rang out in the night. “Give my servants the amulet and you can go, yes go and be bothered no more.” The voice sounded female and old, but muffled by the fog, it could have been coming from anywhere. Henry used his cheek to steady the shotgun he held against his shoulder with his left hand while he slowly took his right hand and fished in his pocket. Rattling around with the three remaining shells was the loop of gold. He pulled it out and held it up beside the shotgun which was still pointed at the center creature. The creature extended a claw palm up to receive the golden thing. As he held it, his mind was in turmoil. He was loath to part with the amulet, especially under threat. But certainly his life was worth more than this ancient hunk of gold, no matter how finely it was wrought. The urge to obey the voice began to win out. The voice called again, “Fate is not with you tonight, give it up and live another day.” His arm extended holding the amulet between thumb and forefinger to drop it into the outstretched claw. Before his eyes, the ropes of wire seemed to twist and bend. Suddenly recognizable letters gleamed silver in the night. They spelled: “I C A N H E L P.” Henry blinked. I… can… help? Oh. OH. His hand stopped inches from the claw. The compulsion to give up the medallion faded. With the certainly of a man who takes that next drink knowing he’ll regret it in the morning, he dropped the amulet into his own palm and closed his fist on it. The first barrel of the shotgun boomed in the night. At that range, he could not miss the creature standing before him and knocked it back into the fog. Rotating left with the recoil, Henry unloaded the second barrel into that hapless creature still standing with claws outstretched but apparently shocked by the sudden disappearance of its friend. With the recoil the barrel was a little high so instead of hitting the thing’s chest, the shot blew its head clean off. The headless body flopped on the ground. The third creature recovered and lunged for him. Its claws grabbed Henry’s shoulders and drew him toward an open mouth full of needle sharp teeth. Damn it was fast! If they had all jumped him instead of waiting to be handed the medallion, he would already have been dead. Henry’s dropped the shotgun and punched both fists into the thing's chest to push it back. The left fist had little impact, but the right was another story. The fishy flesh popped and sizzled under his right fist. The creature jumped back with a hiss of pain, its claws clutching at the blackened imprint of a fist on its chest. It glared balefully at Henry then leapt away and out of sight. Henry opened his right hand in amazement. The medallion lay in his palm. Glowing symbols lit up the bottom half and at two points in the upper half. It looked like a smiley face. The old woman’s voice called out again, “Fool, you have no idea the powers you trifle with.” Henry picked up the shotgun, opened the breach, checked the barrels and slid in two fresh shells from his pocket. He lifted the gun to his shoulder and swung in arc looking for the old woman. He didn’t see her, but caught a glimpse of movement down and to the left. Focusing on it, he saw the little rag doll trying to sneak up on him with a wickedly long hat pin clutched in its tiny hand. He fired one barrel at point blank range. The doll disappeared in a poof of stuffing. A screech of rage pierced the night and made Henry’s skin crawl. The door flew off his shop and the massive creature he has seen before lumbered into the street. He could just make out its glowing green eyes in the fog. Henry reloaded the spent barrel with his last shell. If two shotgun shells at close range hadn’t even slowed it down before, he wasn’t sure how much good it was going to do now. He sighted down the twin barrels and noticed he could see the creature more clearly. He paused and glanced about. It was getting lighter. The sun was coming up. A breath of wind tore at the fog, shredding it. And suddenly like a veil lifting, Henry somehow knew the danger had passed. The monster before him melted away leaving a puddle of ooze in the middle of the street. Little wisps of fluff blew past his feet. The bodies of the two creatures he killed still lay nearby but they seemed less frightening in the growing light. The sound of pounding hooves caused him to spin about but he lowered his shotgun at the sight of the red hair battle standard. The cavalry had arrived. As casually as he could, he pocketed the medallion as the posse slowed to a walk and rode up to him. Two of the death marshals dismounted with their coffins in tow and went to check the creatures lying in the street. The man with the huge sword on his back was wearing a mask and goggles. “It appears you had some excitement.” He stated in a gravelly voice. Henry blinked at the statement of the obvious. The two bodies had disappeared into the coffins. The man continued, “Any idea what they were after?” The woman with the mane of red hair was turning her blindfolded face left and right as if examining every detail of the town. Henry gestured toward the coffins, “Those critters never said.” The man’s face was unreadable due to the mask and goggles, but his body language radiated dissatisfaction. “You know more than that, I am sure. Interfering with a Guild investigation is punis…” The lady interrupted him with a raised hand. “Judge, can’t you see this man has already had a difficult night.” She turned to face Henry, “Take care of yourself Mr. Banes, there are things in the night scarier than the Guild. But I guess you already know that. If you wish to discuss this further, leave word at any Guild office that you need Justice.” She turned her mount away from town. The two death marshals leapt on their horses, coffins in tow. “And Mr. Banes, you really should put some pants on...” With a slight smile on her lips, she rode out of town, red mane streaming. Henry scratched his head as he limped back to the shop to see what could be salvaged, “How did she know my name?” he wondered aloud.
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