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Post by lordzombie on Jun 2, 2017 10:54:10 GMT -6
So it has been asked, is there a story behind the Strobelite campaign? For anyone that know me, you know there is.
There was once was a great band that lived Earthside called the Chimpz. They grew to fame and were known to just about everyone and known everywhere. Right before the breach opened, the band members split up and went their own ways. That was the story...
Fast forward to the present, and stories are going around that the band is getting back together. Not only are they getting back together, they are traveling to Malifaux. What does all this have to do with the campaign? Well the reason henchmen are working so hard to make a great hide out, is in hopes of getting the band to choose their hide out as their official Malifaux HQ.
So there you go. You are trying to make the best hide out in hope of getting the Chimpz to stay at your hide out. The fame of having such a band connected to your master, could give them the upper hand in many ordeals. You will also get to pick a member of the band to join your faction as a Fauxmaha model.
Best of luck.
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 2, 2017 20:53:27 GMT -6
The reason for this thread to give out a bonus to the community for interacting with each other. Post here on the forums as well as on Mondays. Keep an eye out each week as something new will show up for a chance at earning something for the campaign. Here is the first:
Want to gain some bonus CM for the campaign? Easy, just post up a short tale of your henchmen and the hide out they picked. You got until Monday at 5pm to post it up.
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Post by enternalvoid on Jun 3, 2017 15:29:42 GMT -6
Ah, you did not let me down Antonio *Background gives me ideas for themes and what not*
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 3, 2017 21:14:45 GMT -6
I do what I can. Even if it is just you and I posting on here.
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Post by enternalvoid on Jun 4, 2017 15:35:51 GMT -6
Cause I know Antonio will enjoy it
Alyce Stealing the Show
"Boring," the young woman muttered as she sat not really looking at anything waiting. Not that anyone wanted anything to do with her. If her rusty pnuematic arm's occational twitch did not make them leery about approaching her oversized gun would. Of course that just meant even less fun. Nothing fun happened Downtown, to many Guild patrols. Leveticus said that was why it was perfect for conducting this sort of deals, as the guards never expected people would be pedalling questional items in broad daylight in Downtown Malifaux.
But for one known as Rusty Alyce it only meant pure boredom as she waited for Leveticus to return. There were no good saloons even open Downtown at this time of the day. She was not like these 'delicate flowers' sipping their ill smelling teas discussing waredroves or gossip. She was already considering the option of just picking a group at random and opening fire. Her pnuematic arm twitched again as if in agreement.
"Did you hear? They really are coming here! Though the Breach and everything!" it was the abnormal tone that broke the dangerous girl from her thoughts of gunfire and bloodshed. Shifting her sights just a little she saw three teenage girls around some posting on a board nearby. She homed in on the trio wondering if they had became her target as she listened.
"I know! I thought they would never get back together!" another of the girls said excited and way to chipper. The arm twitched towards the gun. "The Chimpz are coming Back!"
Chimps? Aren't those like monkeys? She paused as she tried to remember if she had ever shot a monkey before. There was that giant one that once but Leveticus had said something about it being an ape and different than a monkey. She did had not really been listen as she was blasting away happily and not letting him be a buzz kill.
"This concert is going to be Crazy!" The third proclaimed. It was words she was not use to people using together. Correction, words she was not use to other people using together. Concerts were stuffy affairs that only crazy people would go to, her words, everyone else seem to love being idiots. More so not use to other people saying it like it was a good thing. It was enough to officially have got her mind off her gun and enough to get her up onto her feet. She was not sure if it was the manner she walked over, the gun at her hip, her pnuematic arm, or perhaps the look on her face but the trio quickly scattered when they saw her coming. It did not matter.
She looked that the posting on the board and started to put the conversation together. The Chimpz was a band. Not an opera affair type either. Apparently they were a big deal? She did not recognize the name. But they were coming to Malifaux as part of their whole reunion. And apparently they were looking for a place. And they had money. Huh. Her arm twitched before reaching up and tearing down the posting.
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"Chimpz? I think I have heard of them," Leveticus said as he looked over what ever machine he was working on. "I think I heard they were popular before the Breach reopened but I never really pay that sort of thing much mind."
"Apparently some people are starting to go around sprucing up some places to try and get them to set up shop there," Alyce said watching Leveticus and his utter lack of attention to it. "Apparently there is money in it."
"Nothing but a bother," Leveticus said shaking his head. "To much effort for to little returns. I am way to busy to invest in such a matter right now. Better to spend it on things with a higher rate of return."
"I might do it," Alyce pondered turning the paper around again to look at it. The scoff from Leveticus make her head twist his direction and her arm twitched dangerously close to her sidearm. "What?"
"I just do not see you staying with this. A passing interest, nothing that would be sufficent to make you commit to your attention to it," Leveticus said more carefully as if feeling the daggers behind those eyes at his back. "Also there is managing, handling the money and books, also advertising... just not things I would think you would be interested in. It is all a lot of work competing against anyone else that might be after the job. Survival of the fittest sort of thing."
For several long moments Alyce stood there staring at Leveticus's back. Her arm twitched once before she quietly pushed off the wall she was leaning against. Without a word she turned and left the room, not a single shot fired. Without a word she left the shop. Without a word she walked through the streets till she came to a saloon well known for being a place for mercenaries and outcasts. And with a boot to the door she entered roaring like a hurricane.
"Alright listen up you Bunch!" Alyce shouted as she leveled her gun and put a hole in the ceiling to make it clear no one could afford to ignore her. Half a dozen hands went to sidearms only to freeze at the less then sane look in the young woman's eyes. "I know Nothing about MANAGING, CONSTRUCTION, PROPER WAGES, OR HANDLING CONTRACTS! HELL, I DON"T EVEN KNOW HOW TO HOST A BAND! But I do know a few things! One is how to make people Dead. BANG. Dead. BANG BANG, Very Dead. And there is no way I am letting that crusty old man tell me off like that. Survial of the fittest? So it just means I have to make the competition a mount of corpses and be the last one standing. Which brings us here to this moment. I am looking for a bunch of cold blooded killers who don't mind the body count to reach my goal! Who here is willing to shed Blood?"
Her Arm twitched, her gun cocked, her gaze scowled, and her smile sent chills down spines. This was Malifaux and this is how business was done here.
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Post by bigswinging on Jun 5, 2017 12:01:07 GMT -6
The Judge was not impressed with Lady J's plan of using a old run down Guild outpost to possibly house the famous Chimpz. He did however respect the notion that the lure of the Chimpz would be a great way to flush out many of the wanted persons by the Guild. So now tasked to spruce up the old outpost the Judge and afew of his mashalls set out to make it as appealing as possible, which to him was about as likley as it would be to have a intelligent conversation with a gremlin. Only time will tell if Lady J's plan will work but the Judge knew it all comes down to the next few weeks. So with that the Judge looked at his small crew of marshalls and then over to the run down outpost and said "We might need to hire some more help for this job".
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 5, 2017 16:33:43 GMT -6
Good job, gentlemen! That is what is all about. It does not need to any certain style, just as long as you join in.
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 6, 2017 14:13:49 GMT -6
So I was doing some paperwork for the campaign, and to my surprise, I found that the 7 people currently in the campaign are all playing a different faction! All seven factions are represented. To mark this odd and surprising event, the seven that start all gain 7 scrip in the payday phase of their first game next Monday as well as any other scrip you earn. Enjoy.
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Post by enternalvoid on Jun 6, 2017 16:20:11 GMT -6
You did not hear me commenting about that yesterday Antonio? It was when the person was was interested in what we were playing came over. When he was watching the game I was mentioning who was playing what faction and realized we had all 7 represented.
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 6, 2017 19:03:35 GMT -6
I was too focused on Lauren. You got to keep both eyes on that lady when you are playing against her.
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Post by enternalvoid on Jun 6, 2017 20:26:45 GMT -6
Well she might stop taking those Black Jokers out of her deck if you stop putting those extra ones in there
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 8, 2017 22:24:35 GMT -6
Well, I am going to be pretty busy tomorrow, so here is the next bonus. You have until 5pm on Monday to post.
At the start of every week from now on, you have to hire at least one model. You do get a 5 ss discount on the first model you get, and you can hire more than one, but you have to at least hire one. With this in mind, post up a short story about the first model you plan on hiring on Monday. If you do hire that model, you get a 7ss discount on it. Aim high and have fun with it.
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Post by enternalvoid on Jun 10, 2017 22:38:24 GMT -6
The Guitar Player Enters the Stage
"I am telling you girl, you cannot call the place 'Happy Funtime Hangout', you do that and no one is going to come," Johan tried explaining to Alyce as they sat at a table in the saloon that the crazy girl had claimed for their hangout. Johan did not know what happened to the original owner if there was one nor did he want to know what happened. Right now he was trying to make the most of a poor decision to take Alyce's money.
"Why not? Everyone likes a good time," Alyce interjected with that dangerous smile. Johan wanted to argue that not everyone had the same opinion on what was a good time but the sound of someone entering the front door stopped his retort. Everyone in the saloon turned to the newcomer as he entered and stood at the doorway for a moment taking them all in as well. The Man was wearing black with a wide brim hat and on his back Johan could make see the head of a guitar sticking out. What drew his attention though was the pair of six shooters on his belt and the cold hard look in those eyes.
With out a word the man moved to one of the tables not far from the entrance and sat down sideways in the seat so he was facing the rest of the room with is back to the wall. As he started to shift as if to reach for his belt, Johan's hand started to stray towards his nearby hammer but he stopped when he saw the man pull the guitar around instead. Seeing him adjust it Johan relaxed a hair. At least till he hit those first notes and it was like the tempature in the saloon dropped.
"I can hear what you are thinking"
"all your doubts and fears"
"And if you look into my eyes in time you will find the reason I am here"
"And in time all things shall pass away"
"In time you may come back someday"
"Living once more, or die once more"
"But in time your time will be no more"
"You know your days are numbered"
"Count'em one by one"
"Like notches in the handle of an Outlaw's gun"
"You can outrun the devil if you try"
"But you will never outrun the hands of time"
"In time there'll will surely come a day"
"In time all things shall pass away"
"In time you may come back some say"
"To live once more"
"Or die once more"
"But in time your time will be no more"
Johan could not say a word, nor could the three sitting at the bar, even Alyce was strangely quiet as she regarded the musician. Johan was certain who the man and certain the danger he could pose. The man would calmly returned his guitar to his back and rise to his feet, his attention entirely on Johan and Alyce's table. Finally after several long silent second Alyce spoke up.
"Okay I am pretty sure I know where this is going but first, hear me out," Alyce said with a grin and a hair of a chuckle. "You interested in a job? We need more guns. And the pay is good, we are going to get ourselves a band."
The man would raise an eyebrow, the response not being likely what he expected. Alyce in turn would only grin wider. Finally the man would shrug his shoulder a tad and some of the tension would leave.
"You got a name?" Alyce asked as she leaned back in her chair amused with herself. It took Johan a reason to realize the threat and started to hiss at Alyce a warning.
"Sue," the man said with cold eyes. Alyce's grin only grew as Johan reached over to stop her before she commented.
My special tribute to my favorite scene in that old Punisher Movie.
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Post by Nephilim Dan on Jun 11, 2017 15:24:40 GMT -6
Ok. This is my first try at this and I did take a few liberties such as personalities and the assumption that Neverborn such as Nekima, would not know much nor care much about what is beyond the breach. If I am wrong to assume this, then I wouldn't be surprised and I'm sure I'll be corrected quite handily on Monday!
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It had not been a good week.
Nekima sat, brooding, on a makeshift thrown of bones and rotting wood, Lorelei sitting atop both of the throne’s armrests. Her cadre of thugs and ne’er-do-wells stared up at her, keeping their distance. All were well aware of her legendary temper and her ability with the blade, so there was silence.
“This week has been a disaster. Surely sister dearest will be pleased at my shortfall,” Nekima snorted derisively. “You fools were felled by a bunch of overgrown ants! How do you all expect the rightful rise to power if we cannot squash a bunch of puny bugs?!”
Lilitu opened her mouth as if to respond to the question when she was pushed aside by a dirty, squat green creature that scurried up to Nekima and began to speak excitedly to her in his own guttural tongue.
“Missstress Nekima, your grace!” the creature known to the assembled as a terror tot began, “There is news from town!”
Nekima peered down at the tot and inclined her head. Nekima’s right hand reached out and rested on the hilt of Lorelei, her right index finger tapping the grip of the famous sword impatiently.
The Tot stared and drooled slightly squinting up at Nekima awaiting a response. After an awkward silence, she gave the Tot one:
“WELL???!!!?? You interrupted my contemplation of recent events so obviously it is important…or it /better/ be… so… OUT WITH IT!!!” Nekima commanded.
The Terror Tot, seemingly unfazed, continued, “Yessss Misstress! I was skulking about the outskirts of town…Malifaux it be called, when I heard whispers of some sort of band… the Shrimps? The Crimps? I’m not certain of the name of the band…they weren’t speaking in a tone that was easy for my poor earsss to understand… ahm, Misstress…would you know?”
Nekima glowered down at the Tot. “Why should I care about the inane curiosities of the puny townsfolk? What pathetic excuses they use to amuse and entertain does not matter!”
Lilitu again steps forward “Mistress Nekima, your rage is just but I, too, have heard of this news… The band is called the “Chimpz” and there is much lore surrounding this band. Luring…” Lilitu pauses, grinning, “enticing this band to operate from a locale under our… by that I mean YOUR… control would bring prestige and from prestige, power. Surely Queen Lilith would...”
Upon hearing the word ‘Queen,’ Nekima grabs Lorelei and leaps to her feet, forcing the Terror Tot to scramble backwards and all present cower slightly by the sudden act of aggression. Even Lilitu starts to move back towards Lelu. Nekima thunders “Do not DARE utter the word QUEEN with regards to my sister in my presence!!! She sits on that throne merely at my convenience!!!”
Nekima walks the remaining distance to Lilitu and looks down at her. “So, having a band would bring power, would it? And why should I bother with running a kind of establishment that this band would care to occupy?”
The Terror Tot edges back into the conversation and states “Misstress Nekima it wo…”
Out of a dark corner a deep, booming voice interrupts, “Lady Nekima, such an establishment would give a face to the power. The one known as Lilitu is right. The people side with those they find fascinating and powerful…or fear and respect, whichever may suit your…”
Nekima whirls on the voice, again sending the Tot scrambling for cover. “WHO dares speak to me without being seen! Reveal yourself!”
Out of the shadows walks a man, perhaps a giant. He is not nearly as tall as Nekima, but he is close. His round head is devoid of hair, his clothes bulging with muscles, fat, or both. He is dressed immaculately despite being surrounded by the muck and filth that a desolate swamp is famous for. In his right hand is a board-like club with its “business-end” resting upon his right shoulder. “I am known as Mr. Graves. I am keenly aware of the foibles of men and, though they seem full of folly and inane, these traits can be manipulated.”
Nekima wades through the crew, taking a few “branches” off of the Waldgeist who wasn’t quite fast enough to evade her path, and heads to face Mr. Graves. “And what do you suggest I do about your knowledge?”
“You have nothing to distract you from your mission, be whatever it may,” Mr. Graves responds casually. “I merely wish to state that my expertise in the running of establishments such as ones that would attract the Chimpz would make me an ideal addition to your crew.”
Nekima lowered Lorelei and thought for a moment, though never truly relaxing nor taking much focus away from Mr. Graves. Mr. Graves, for his part, just stood there and waited.
Nekima said, “Very well, but first you must prove your loyalty! Surely rough times are to come and a fight will ensue. You perform well, and you shall be rewarded. If you perform poorly…”
Mr. Graves chuckled, “Lady Nekima, if I perform poorly I would not expect to be around long at all.”
Nekima smiled, sheathed Lorelei and resumed her position upon the throne.
“Now, back to the infestation troubles we had last week…”
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Post by GreenMan on Jun 12, 2017 9:01:12 GMT -6
Francios had heard about about how Mctavish was raising a ruckus trying to get some monkeys for his fancy new club house. But he didn't care one lick about none o' that. What he cared about was that he'd also heard them four good for nothing bayou boys going on and on about how McTavish can shoot a skeeter off a boars ass from clear on the other side of the creek. Well, woop-itty do. Skeeters are bigger than two of them nitwits glued together. How's that any kind of a feat. Francios is crashin' this hootenanny, and showin' them dimwits some real shooting, LaCroix Style.
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