Quiet Afternoon

Faced with having their sacred idol put in a fish tank the brethren have a choice, find a new one or learn to swim and worship with an axolotl named Fred.

So they break out the maps and go looking for clues. Meanwhile the local mob is bringing some booze into town

The field of battle is an old card table which has seen a lot of action over the years and the rules are modified GASLIGHT. The start of the game was somewhat delayed when both sides had some problems.

Once that was sorted the game started well and then with the action about to begin...

Things went all cat shaped again.

After a vigourous exchange of blows and bullets the body count began to rise

.and the brethren find an old temple with a clue to the location of another. As the gangsters leave the surviving brother unloads his magazine and scores a hit.

The result was a draw, the brethren found a clue and the mobsters got off the table- something I had not planned for, so now I get to spend some time designing a new scenario.

I'm still alive

A little bit of painting and gaming going on.

Turkish infantry getting caught between the mob and some Chinese warlord troops

New Wheels!

Picked this up a couple of days ago, I predict a long future around the globe and my table.

P.S. It took Google about 5 minutes to fix my problem, which means it was me, that's ME, a.k.a. fat fingered thickey boy.

Problems

I've trying to upload photo's but I appear to be evil so I can't which is very frustrating. Hopefully google will sort this so I can show you stuff.

Backstory

OK I lied about posting the next day ;) anyway his name is William Granite, his battle tactic of 'Bullet, Bayonet and then the Boot' had put him on course for Knighthood and Generals rank then came the day he was asked to put down a miners strike. Within days the pressure on the Government was such that although they agreed that communists, anarchists and foreigners deserved to be treated that way the victims were still British, so the Colonel was sent to Africa where he could not hurt any one (other than the locals) and could still be recalled for further dispatch of his skills. He immediately went native and honed his skills further by commanding the armies of a local King. The War Office know about this and also know (roughly) where he is, they allow him to continue, after all he buys all his weapons from them.

The Colonel

I brought these figures from Eureka a few years ago and they sat in my lead mountain waiting for me to do something with them. Then came the Christchurch earthquake and a hurried trip up the country, while waiting for my transfer to come through I had plenty of time to paint and out they came.

While I was happy with the result (no golden demons on my mantlepiece) I couldn't really find a use for them then it occurred to me that one of the  figures from Pulp Figures 'Rugged sons of the Empire' pack looked very similar so I dug him out and Lo! I now have the Colonel standing as well as at rest.

I am working on the finer parts of his back story which I should be able to post tomorrow.

Reasons

It's been a while now, a lot longer than I thought, I've been sick, my wife has been sick even our son has been sick which is something he normally do. But I'm back now and the camera battery is on charge and to celebrate my un-interupted afternoon in the mancave I'll do some photos of my stuff.