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Post by lordzombie on Jun 12, 2017 10:43:35 GMT -6
The Iron zombies gathered around their make shift armored truk. The student of Steel was making repairs. Quickly tighten bolts and screws. The student of Viscera had just returned to the area with a small rabbit in its claws. It tossed the creature to the ground and quickly impaled its hind leg to make sure it could not escape. The student of Sinew looked over at his fellow student as it slowly dissected the creature. Soon, the creature put up no more fight and the student of Viscera loss interested. The student looked up at the student of Sinew and nodded, then quickly slithered away to find something more lively to study. The student of Sinew picked up a handful of scrap that was lying by the truk and walked over to the rabbit. After a few minutes of work, the rabbit slowly hopped up and looked around. The student of Sinew petted the odd undead construct as it awkardly hopped around.
While this going on, The Valedictorian studied the book that Von Schtook had gave her. She slowly pulled out the letter the professor had gave her to give to Molly. She looked it over and returned it to the back of her book. Just as she was returning her book, she heard something approaching. She quickly dropped the book and readied herself. The other students quickly stopped what they were doing and readied themselves as well, even the undead rabbit joined in.
"Whoa, there. I like the enthusiastic welcome, but it is really not needed." McMourning stated as he and Sebastian came into view. Sebastian was pushing a large object on a wheeled dolly. The Valedictorian relaxed and motioned the other students to do the same.
"So, the Professor is running another recruitment drive?" McMourning asked with a wide smile. The Valedictorian just looked at him blankly, causing McMourning to go blank face also. "You know, the Professor could work in a tiny sense of humor in you students."
"Well, I brought a little something to help out." McMourning said as he turned and motioned toward Sebastian. Without much flare, Sebastian pulled of the sheet to reveal a flesh construct. Sebastian walked around to the back of the dolly and started up noises of switches being flipped. Moments later, an arc of blue electricity cover the large undead creature. Sebastian then started to shut down the machine and walked back around. He stood there for a moment and then did some jazz hands. The large undead creature then jarred forward, stepping off the dolly.
"Now class, we have a new student. Let's give him a warm welcome." McMourning said with a chuckle.
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Post by bigswinging on Jun 12, 2017 14:08:07 GMT -6
The Judge looked at his fellow marshalls thankful that no one was injured after the brief dust up with Mctavish and Rusty Alyce of all people. Myabe Lady J was right about the appeal of the "Chimpz", it carried more wieght than he first thought. Even though his small crew came out unscathed they were deffinetly going to need more help out here to deal with the sudden out cropping of enemies to the guild. He hoped that the Austringers message reached Hoffman and is able to send in some reinforcements."We're gonna keep the peace..." the Judge said slyly.
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 16, 2017 6:59:51 GMT -6
Greetings all! Looks like it is that time again, time to offer up a bonus. So, for the campaign this time, I flipped all the weekly event before the campaign started. This is how I have been keeping up with the markers and cards. Pretty smart thinking, huh?
This coming week's event will be killer plants. Not the scariest of the events, but they can be a handful. Post up a little story about how your crew would handle the killer plants. Do this before Monday at 5 pm, and gain the following bonus:
When, and if you do destroy the killer plant markers, you gain double scrip. But here is a twist! Your opponent will also gain the same bonus and if you end up playing against someone else that is getting a bonus, you triple the scrip. Just a little something to spice things up.
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Post by enternalvoid on Jun 16, 2017 20:10:02 GMT -6
Always Test First
"So you think she is going to say anything about him?"
"Do you think she even noticed anything to begin with?"
"I don't know. I mean it is strange and kind of unpleasant," Joe was a merc, often called a desperate one no less. He owed people and always needed more scrip. Thus why he was working for this crazy lady and her band of misfits. So far the group was Miss Alyce, the infamous steamfitter Johan, the silent Sue, Joe and another fellow merc, and some strange guy that said he was a gentlemen but seemed like a crazy killer to Joe. Of course they were talking about the crazy killer.
"I know, he has a kind of weird smell to him now since he went to see that doctor that Alyce sent him to," the other merc said as he leaned against a shed. Alyce had heard about some new exotic plant and thought it could be useful for something so she had came out to see one before any missions. Sue and Johan had declined to come and the gentlemen was still sitting in the corner all silent. Joe was not even sure if he was blinking... or breathing. He did not want to get close enough to check.
"Well at least he is not wandering off anymore? Who knows, if he keeps getting beat up maybe we eventually get lucky and he will just die," Joe reasoned as he looked at the large plant they had found. After finding it Alyce had went to get a 'tool' and left the two keeping an eye on it. Think looked like some sort of giant seed stuck into the ground with all sort of thick flesh green stems sticking out from it. Neither merc were willing to get near it.
"I'm back," Alyce said coming around the shack. Joe was about to comment but when he saw her 'tool' he buttoned his mouth shut. It was nothing but a stick, maybe as long as a sword. He wanted to question how useful that was considering both mercs actually had a sword but kept his thought to himself.
"Is that really going to do any good?" the other merc asked as he watched Alyce walk closer to the plant and start poking one of the green stems with the stick. It did not react so she kept poking it, increasingly harder at that.
"Well I know nothing about Biology and this is Malifaux so anything I did know would be questionable anyhow," Alyce said hitting it with the stick now. Still no reaction though Joe was feeling a sinking feeling and tried to get the other mercs attention but he was focused on Alyce.
"So you are saying you don't know anything and was just planning to poke it to see what it did," the other merc said with a grunt. Alyce would glance at the man before swinging one more time and breaking the stick on the stem. Looking at the broken stick she would throw her half at the center portion but still not reaction. The other merc would chuckle a bit at her actions and Joe started to back up a bit as she saw the hint of a frown at the corner of Alyce's mouth.
"Well first experiment is done. Time for the second," Alyce said turning and grabbing the other merc with her mechanical arm. Before he could react Alyce pulled and sent him stumbling right over one of the larger stems. As soon as the man's feet crossed the stem and his body got with in reach the plant swung into motion. Joe had never seen a plant move like this, it was like it was a living creature rather than some sort of bush. The stems were flexible, like some sort of tentacles and they lashed at the merc in an attempt to grab and pull him closer to its main body. The main portion also opened up like some twisted mouth waiting for the merc to be pulled in. It was seriously frightening but Joe pulled out his sword as he thought about helping his fellow merc.
"Hold on," Alyce said as she held out her arm to keep Joe from stepping forward. The merc had managed to draw his sword as well and was fanatically fighting to keep from being pulled into its mouth. "We are getting some valuable data here."
"What data?!" Joe shouted as he kept his focus on killer plant and the frantic mercenary it was trying to eat.
"AWWWW!" The Merc was screaming now as it was biting his leg as he kept stabbing into the plant with his blade. If he lived Joe could see him being sent to what ever doctor Alyce knew.
"That apparently plants are weak to swords," Alyce said nodding as if it was some sort of revelation. Joe could not mask his look of horror as he turned to look at the young woman that was his boss.
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Post by Nephilim Dan on Jun 17, 2017 16:14:41 GMT -6
The scene opens with Nekima standing with a rather disheveled Mr. Graves observing a bunch of terror tots hastily constructing what could be assumed to be floorboards in their wasteland outpost. Lilitu holds her whip threateningly as she commands the tots about
their menial tasks.
“Our last foray ended well, but your initial performance lacked…shall we say… competence?” Nekima snarled.
Mr. Graves nonchalantly smooths a torn and rumpled vest upon his soiled and somewhat bloody, formerly white shirt. “Mistress Nekima, I merely sized up those hooligans and found my way into pushing them into the well-played trap."
“I see. So what is next for our abode?” Nekima asked.
“I am told that bands like audiences and audiences prefer to sit on chairs and rest their drinks upon tables.” Mr. Graves said off-handedly.
“Don’t patronize me! I am well aware of this proclivity towards sloth! I am saying that apart from the routine aspects of an entertainment room, what else could we need?” Nekima sneered.
Just then, what could only be described as a walking tree creaked and groaned its way towards Nekima and bowed its branches in what might be considered a bow…or a tree undergoing abuse by a strong gust of wind. “My liege, I hear reports of plants that hunger!”
Nekima turns towards the Waldgeist. “So? Aren’t you a plant that hungers? Speak what you must say and be quick!”
If the Waldgeist took offense, or held any emotions whatsoever, it did not show it (you could say its reaction was rather wooden). “These are green plants that try to feed its gaping maws with the flesh of the living. It would find the fat one most delicious” the Waldgeist
stated looking briefly at the portly Graves.
“Come to think of it, we are a bit short on wood for the bar…” Mr. Graves stated moving threateningly towards the Waldgeist. The Waldgeist seemed unperturbed.
Lelu comes running in and stops before Nekima, interrupting what surely could have been the bar’s first brawl. “Misstress! I found someone wandering the wastelands! He requests to see you! He knows you by name!”
Lelu and the rest turn toward the door as a tall, muscular man with black horns strides towards them, a blade in one hand and a gun in another. “I am called the Scion. I come to enlist.”
Nekima looks at Scion of Black Blood, “I see. Well, time will tell if you fit…Scion... and as for these plants, I say we use them as décor. It would give our place some character, don’t you think?”
Nekima laughs maniacally as the scene fades out.
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 19, 2017 9:41:21 GMT -6
The iron zombies stood silently and stared at the strange plant before them. The Valedictorian looked back at the other students. The student of steel had already lost interest and started back to work on the trukk. The flesh construct stood there holding the undead rabbit and petting its head. Viscera and Sinew looked back at her and shook their heads slowly. The Valedictorian pulled out her book and looked over the pages.
As she was looking over her book, the student of Viscera turned back to the flesh construct and the undead rabbit. Viscera grabbed the rabbit and tossed it at the plant. Before the rabbit made contact with the plant a vine caught it in midair. It held the rabbit for a moment, as the large pod that was its head opened revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, it then toss the rabbit into its mouth. The flesh construct cried out and stomped over toward the plant, but it too was caught up its vines. The other students just watched the scene unfold as the two undead creatures fought with the plant.
This went on for a few minutes before the plant suddenly burst into flames. The plant seem to writhe in pain as the mouth opened and closed and vines lashed about. The rabbit hopped out the mouth and flesh construct picked it up as it backed away. As the flesh construct joined the other students, a lady made of flames came walking though the burning plant. She stood there looking over the students. The Valedictorian closed her book and walked up to the flaming lady. She held out her hand and the flaming lady looked at it and nodded. The Valedictorian smiled.
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Post by Nephilim Dan on Jun 19, 2017 14:01:52 GMT -6
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Post by bigswinging on Jun 19, 2017 14:12:27 GMT -6
After posting up the newly aquired Wanted posters out side the Old Guild Outpost the Judge turned to one of the Marshalls and asked what the out cropping of flora is all about and if he had any intel on it. The Marshall said they seemed to sprout over night and remind him of a plant his great uncle Seymour had in his flower shop. More like a horror shop thought the judge. The Judge was just glad he had recived the package he requested. He would deal with the plants later.
Once the crate was opened there stood one of Hoffmans more destructive but effective constructs. On it was a note from Lady J which read. "Dear Judge though this task set before you is out of the norm it is of vital importance and if your team should fail the next package I send with be a Executioner best of luck" signed L.J.
With a angry snort the Judge crumppled the note and thossed it aside. "Well boys lets see what this over sized lawnmower can do".
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 20, 2017 22:40:52 GMT -6
This is not really a bonus, but I am using this thread for a few things. Every table should have got the double scrip bonus for the plants. All 4 tables had at least one person that wrote a story. I just want to make sure that was clear or not.
Also, on the topic of Campaign rating, I have looked over the book many times and see nothing that states a difference in skills or equipment campaign upgrades for the rating. Honestly, to not count one over the other is just gaming the system really. So when you are figuring your campaign rating, make sure to count ALL campaign upgrades.
That is all. Hope everyone is enjoying the campaign so far. Make sure to check out the thread for the event on July 3rd.
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Post by lordzombie on Jun 23, 2017 9:34:28 GMT -6
it is Friday and you know what that means! It is bonus time! July 3rd will be the day of the big event, but there will not be a bonus for that week, can't give a bonus in an event. So we will tie that into the campaign with this weekend's bonus.
So post up a short story about crew getting an invite to the Great Sewer Brawl Crawl. It is sponsored by Blight brand cheese, "Because your little rat deserves the best". Do so and gain a 1 soulstone discount off any campaign upgrade or faction upgrade (before being doubled) you get on Monday, so your crew will be ready for the brawl. There will also be a secondary bonus based off the number of stories posted, but that will not be revealed until Monday. Have fun everyone.
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Post by vindemus on Jun 23, 2017 13:14:19 GMT -6
The lights flickered in the dank basement laboratory, as Leveticus turned to Alyce and asked her to divert power from the main generator. "I'm going to need the extra power for this" the old man muttered as he leaned over. He was standing next to the procedure table while a large armor clad man lay motionless. "Looks like his primary capacitors are shot, this is going to take more time than I expected. Alyce, bring me the temporal scanner, I need to make sure he doesn't have any intracranial damage."
Alyce was caught daydreaming in a flashback of the previous day. She witnessed the blows that led to this moment. "Certainly", she replied. "Do you think he'll survive?", Alyce asked. "He's a resilient son of a bitch. I've brought him back from worse, but we'll see. I'd rather not scrap him for parts because he's a particularly useful specimen", the old man replied.
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Post by Nephilim Dan on Jun 25, 2017 11:14:56 GMT -6
(I will post a short story despite the fact that I will not be able to be in town for the event)
Mr. Graves looks over at the flurry of terror tots hastily building what one could assume would be a stage for events. No one was going to tell the little cherubic cretins that none of the tables and chairs they've constructed looked right or that Mr. Graves had to order special placemats to prevent tableware from sliding off due to gravity alone. "I only hope those vermin can make the stage level enough so that the drum set doesn't crash into the crowd!" Mr. Graves mumbles, expecting it to be to himself.
"You doubt the finished product to be adequate to Mistress Nekima's likings, do you?" Lilitu states as she steps up to Mr. Graves, Lelu at her side.
Mr. Graves does not look startled or alarmed, outside of raising an eyebrow at Lilitu. "Would you like a bowl of soup, Madam? If so, let me just get the rubber backed bowls out and prop up the rubber stopper on your bench seat so you don't end up needing a mop and a change of clothing!" Mr. Graves laughs. Lelu gives a derisive snort.
Lilitu frowns. "No thank you. I'm sure that we can figure out something to remedy the issues."
Lelu glowers at Mr. Graves and states "They try their best. They're not much at building when they are usually asked to tear things down! I wonder though, have you heard that there is to be a Sewer brawl?"
Mr. Graves says "Sewer brawl? is that what they are calling the methods being used to escape installing the toilets?"
Lelu chuckles, sounding more like a coughing growl than a laugh. "No, it seems to be a big battle to the finish below the streets of Malifaux. I think we should join. You should represent us."
Mr. Graves thinks for a moment and scratches his chin. "Hmmm... I would be willing, but I'm not much for brawls of this nature. I think I will have to ask Mistress Neki.."
Mr. Graves does not get to finish his thought as a winged shadow envelops the trio. "Sewer crawls are beneath this crew. I have spies about town and have learned that our opponents, though handled easily enough in previous battles, grow stronger! We do not have time for smelly, underground soirees! We must train and interview new candidates for our next offensive!"
The trio nods and disperse to get back to work.
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Post by enternalvoid on Jun 25, 2017 22:43:23 GMT -6
"Blight Cheese? What the crap is that crap?" Alyce said looking over the flyer that had been sent to the saloon. She had not been there when it was delivered but she felt that even the flyer smelled. "What the heck are they inviting us to?"
"It looks like it is some sort of royal rumble brawl," Johan said as he downed his drink. The saloon was far better stocked now so it had become more enjoyable to hang out now at the 'Hideout.' "Basically each group that gets invited sends in one of their people and the last person standing wins."
"Weapons?" Alyce asked tilting her head.
"Weapons, armor, magic, all good," Johan confirmed.
"Well Hot Damn I get paid to shoot and beat on people, count me in!" Alyce said laughing maniacally.
"Sorry boss but you cannot enter," Johan said realizing his mistake. "They do have rules."
"Wait, so they will allow giant robots, monstrous creatures, abyssmal monsters but they will not let me in," Alyce said as she seem to try and grasp the logic of these rules.
"Ya... when you say it like that I can see how it comes off as strange," Johan said studying the bottle of his glass. "And it cannot be one of the grunts either, has to be someone or something with some name to it."
"Ya this just sounds silly now," Alyce said lacking any enthusiasm now. "So why should I care again?"
"Well considering that a big part of this whole Chimpz thing is having the street cred winning something like this brawl might do good," Johan explained.
"Bah," Alyce started but she clearly realized this was one of those things you just end up doing. "So who do we send? The Midnight guy is more of a bully that does that whole hit and run thing. I don't think he would last very long against a serious threat. What about you?"
"Hammer would do good but we are talking about some possible serious contenders," Johan reasoned. "Not sure if I am up for the task."
"Sue?" Alyce questioned looking at the man as he played his guitar for the saloon.
"He would be better but still some pretty tough customers even for him," Johan reasoned as he glanced at the man in black. "Though his guns would do well against some but he takes hits about as well as I do."
"Great," Alyce said annoyed. "So we are going to have to figure out what to do to make sure we have a contender. BAH I say!"
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Post by GreenMan on Jun 26, 2017 8:47:28 GMT -6
McTavish pondered over the strange invite he recieve early that morning. Cheese was passable, by his standards. He recalled trying it long ago while bartering in town. How ever, McTavish fancied himself more of a "meat and tuber" kind of man. As his chosen life style seemed to exemplify, if not scream.
"Gators won't touch it.", he lamented. But then, suddenly the idea struck him. Gremlins can't be too far off from rats! Hell, he just seen them four dim wits fighting over a moldy chunk of Gods know what. Scraped out of the bottom of a barrel out back, none the less. From the smell of it, he reckoned, it likely would have killed most rodents. But "the winner" snarfled it up. With a big grin even! Licking and smacking its' chops all the while.
Suddenly, he smacked his grime encrusted knee and bellowed:"Screw it! We's in!". This elicited several blank stares from about the dimly lit shack. A more than fair number where still more or less unconcious. Laying where they had passed out the night before. Most gently blowing bubbles in the puddles of moonshine they still layed in. Except that one in the corner. McTavish was fairly sure that puddle wasn't moonshine. With out much time passing at all, each their thick little skulls could be heard hitting the table or floor. One after the other, in rapid succession. Each making a sharp, and disturbingly wet, knock.
Hopefully the mysterious prize would contain some thing he could use to get this place into fitting shape to host his coveted band. Should it just prove to be cheese? Well, he fancied that would just mean more meat for him and his gators.
Now for the question at hand. Which of these little basterds could he hope would stand a chance when thrown in the ring?
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Post by bigswinging on Jun 26, 2017 13:59:15 GMT -6
As the Death Marshall Recruiter entered the saloon he noticed right away that this was the place to find a merc worth all this trouble. He had been sent by the Judge to find a merc to possiably fight for them in a sponsored pit fight event, also since the Recruiter was a newer member to the guild he would be less likely to draw attention. The Judge figured that if the sponsors for this event were the same ones sponsoring the Chimpz it would be a good way to sway them to stay at the Guild outpost, he just has to make sure to win.
The Recruiter looked around and saw all walks of life, a gremlin in a luchador costume, a biker who was flanked by girls on both side telling stories of how one of his haymakers will paralyze a guy, then there was a six legged half man half spider that was going on about decapitating his victims. As his head was spinning at all the choices and feeling hopeless he spotted a gentleman in the corner of the saloon. The marshall would have passed right by if it wouldnt have been for the cherry on the end of his cigarette. The recruiter new he had found his man, now they just had to workout the details. Secrecy was at the utmost importance so after afew drinks the men got up and headed out having reached a deal.
With a smile the recruiter thought to himself " worst case we still have the giant tincan sent by Hoffman "
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