Sunday, March 28, 2010

Stone Fever 2010 - The Final Wash

Well the event has come an gone, and I'm exhausted.

As you get older, and you're not used to travelling far, a trip from Brisbane up to Bli Bli was fatiguing.

I offered to take up Papa (Brendan), Lobo (Geoff) and Ramierz (Owen). All the lads turned up with plenty of time to spare. I'd offered to take everyone with me as a) I had no idea where I was going and b) I get tired of talking to myself. So off we go, only for me to remember that I mentioned to Mark and Juliet about forming a convoy. A quick reverse of course had us there with minimal delay. Juliet was really throwing herself into the role of Lilith, she even had made a sword as a prop. Well done Juliet, the effort was heartening. I was going to go as Som'er but due to my wavering health earlier in the week I didn't know if I'd make it. Yet I will get myself a tophat and some appropriate "coat". Maybe....

So off we went. Travel was good, although I had forgotten that the Gateway Toll was now an eToll. That reminds me I still have to sort that out. So it was about a 2hour trip. I didn't push the car, staying around the 90km/ph mark. Thanks to Geoff we made it with minimal fuss. These new mobile phone thingies are good if you have them and now what to do!

The Hall was set up when we arrived. Rebecca from Blind Pig had come up to provide tables and terrain. What can I say, Rebecca is truely a wonder of the genious level. Her "gangster" (that's what I'll earmark it for) table was brilliant. I spent some time filming and taking photo's. Hopefully these will come out OK and I'll post when I can.

There were three rounds for the event. The atmosphere was relaxed and friendly. I had three great games with absolutely no angst. I drew up against two Nicodem crews and the final was Ramos. While I did not win any games I did at least earn some victory points which helped me along, though I knew that I'd not be in any winning position. There were 25 people playing, which I thought was bloody brilliant.

I had I think four people come up to me and ask me if I'd accept commissions to paint up figures for them. I think I diplomatically avoided the question, not that I wasn't stoked that people thought my skill was good enough to grace their shelves. I declined namely because I'm running on a very low battery and I'm going to be hospoitalised for about 4 weeks. I doubt that the hospital would let me bring my "hobby" with me, so until I get better I have to decline. I'll post here when and if I become available again.

So the day became evening and towards 9:30pm it all came to an end. Luke has posted the results and a snazzy video of the event. I managed to pick up the "Belle of the Master" the Event Organiser's Best Painted/based/themed crew. I got a nice certificate, a colouring book (which I fear will be scanned and printed so that I can enjoy it longer) and the Gremlinette Hog Whisperer. I'm really looking forward to this model gracing my table.

The trip back was a long one. Geoff was in trouble with his misses. I hope he came through OK. I told him to blame me for the length absent. So at just on midnight I walked in the front door. Being greeted by my two kittens who waited up for my return. Fatigued I toddled off to bed, woke far to early. Mucked about, returned to bed. Rested. Eat tea, and am now about to head off to bed again.

Thank you everyone for your kindness. I look forward to further games, and hope to see you all at the next Malifaux Event at Blind Pig.


The Tired One - John

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Stone Fever Event - Som'er Teeth Jones

March 2010
The Story So Far...The fetid gas of rotting vegetation belched upwards as Som’er Teeth Jones stamped his foot in agitation. He was in a foul temper, and his gut was rumbling worse than ever. His gut rumbling was a good thing; you could never have an abundance of gas. It was great for killing bugs and unwanted pests, even those pesky invaders from another world succumbed to his bouts of flatulence.
“Obidiah!” he shouted. “Where is ya, ya lazy pig fondler!”
“Shut ya cake hole boss, I’s here!” exclaimed Obidiah petulantly. “Ya ain’t able to see beyond dat dang seegar ya smoke, oh corpulent one.”
“Dat’s enouf cheek from you Obi. Are the boys here, or did day get lost leaving the farm. I kin see Jeb, Reb, Zeb and Heb. Where’s Big Bess?”
“Ya aight Bess last night, oh hungry one. All I could scrounge up was a couple of her piglets,” retored Obidiah. The distress over the loss of his prize pig still smarted. Yet he had a full belly, and it wouldn’t take long to train up some of these piglets he thought.
Life was good here in the bayou. But why the boss wanted these glowing stones for he couldn’t fathom. You can’t eat them he thought, and if anything they were bad luck as far as he was concerned. Everything seemed to want them and if you had them, then you could guarantee it that something was going to get them off you.
“C’mon you lazy sods, get over here now. I’s a plan, and it’s a cunning one,” bellowed Som’er.
Som’er had been hatching a scheme to take advantage of these here stones that everything was after. He had to admit it, he couldn’t understand the fascination things had for them, but he was only now beginning to work out how he could use them. Somewhere in his piggy little mind there was a tiny part of him that could tap the stone. He couldn’t do it all the time, but when he could it really changed the playing field.
It gave him a shock that day. He was lying under a willow, feeling hungry when a mosquito buzzed into sight. He thought, that’s a big one, it’d go a good way to curbing his hunger. Yet he couldn’t muster the strength to get up, so he just let his mind wander. He’d forgotten he had a lump of stone he’d taken from that human who’d lost his way in the swamp. It was a shock when his mind touched the mosquito, and it came towards him, almost as big a shock at the sudden hotness in his britches. As he sat there munching on the mosquito, he started to ponder the significance of the stone.
It had taken him months to work it all out. He could now master the mind of pigs, mosquitoes and even more gratifyingly was his ability to tap into the mind of any of his Gremlin kin as was in range. It was brilliant, it meant that he could continue to be lazy, smoke his fancy cigars and bully everything in the Bayou within his reach. Well almost everything, just the thought of the Hag sent shivers down his back, and he instinctively listened for frogs.
“Right now you lot, listen very carefully as I’m only going to say this once.”
“What are you going to only say once Boss?” asked the nearest Gremlin.
“Sod it, shut your flapper Zeb,” was Som’er’s angry cry to the interrupting Gremlin. But before he could continue with his plan the Gremlin next to the one who had spoken said, “I’m Zeb, that’s Reb.” The Gemlin incorrectly named Reb now pointed out in turn his mate and said “No, I’m Heb, he’s Reb.”
“Look I don’t care who any of you are! Listen to me now or it’s the pot for the lot!” exclaimed Som’er as his hefted his boomer for all to see.
Silence was immediate.
“Right, now dat I got your undivided attention,” all eyes tracked the boomer as Som’er waved it about. All the Gremlins had a sixth sense and were preparing themselves to duck if it looked like it was going to go off. “This is the plan. “ Som’er continued, as if there was no interruption. “There’s a stack of boxes out there with our name on them.”
“Who’s name? Mine?” said the excited Gremlin named Heb. It was the last thing that he ever said.
BOOM!!! Som’er’s boomer went off, a startled Heb was caught squarely in the chest. The result was a quartering, as arms and legs blew off in different directions. Stunned silence reigned.
“As I was saying,” continued Som’er as he reloaded his weapon. “We are going to take these boxes and use them. I have a plan, and it’s a cunning one!”

Som’er Teeth Jones = Free
Soul Stone Cache (bought) = 5ss
4 x Giant Mosquito (Companion) @ 2ss = 8ss
4 x Bayou Gremlin @ 2ss = 8ss
1 x Hog Whisperer @ 5ss = 5ss
3 x Piglet @ 3ss = 9ss
Total Cost 35ss

Player Name: John McDonnell