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Smog 1888 : Candidatures pour le Choix des Armes ouvertes !

Si certains suivent la section Choix des Armes sur le Warfo, cet article ne les intéressera sûrement pas…
Pour les autres, sachez que le sujet développé par Arty a été choisi, face à un très beau concurrent BFG.

La phase de candidature se déroule donc jusqu’au 20 juillet.
Pour ceux à qui ce jeu, cet univers, ces figs ont tapé dans l’oeil, je vous invite donc à lire ces trois liens :

Le sujet préliminaire présentant le CdA qui a été choisi :

http://www.warhammer-forum.com/index.php?showtopic=187170

Le sujet de candidature :

http://www.warhammer-forum.com/index.php?showtopic=187952

Et l’épinglé des règles de la section, notamment celles des CdA inter-forums (CDA IF) :

http://www.warhammer-forum.com/index.php?showtopic=136487

Je vous copie également le message suivant de l’équipe de modération, concernant Smog :

Hello à tous et à toutes (si si!),

Le grand moment est venu, le verdict est arrivé, la modération de la section Modélisme a fait son choix.Bien sûr, comme à l’accoutumée, je vais commencer par débriefer les deux CdA avant de donner le nom du CdA retenu. Donc si vou vous tamponnez l’oreille avec une babouche de ce que Kaelis peut raconter sur la construction des CdA, passez les deux premiers titres, il ne vous en voudra pas :lol:

Le CdA Smog 1888:
Je vais être franc, au début ça partait dans tout les sens au niveau du post initial, j’ai eu très peur. Heureusement, les choses ont été assez vite recadrées par les participants et le dossier s’est solidifié peu à peu. J’ai été assez étonné de voir autant de personnes intéressées par le CdA alors que si peu s’étaient manifestées quand Arty en avait parlé dans le sujet de discussion de la section. Le sujet présente aussi l’intérêt de sortir des standards des CdA précédents avec son jeu de question/réponse. La grosse coopération entre le MdA et le forum de Smog a donné de très bonnes choses et c’est un plaisir de voir les fruits de cette entente: figurines exclusives, inclusion dans la trame du jeu du CdA,… Au niveau du modélisme, la possibilité de prendre à peu près tout et n’importe quoi (à peu près, y a des règles quand même :rolleyes:) va permettre au CdA de montrer de nombreuses figurines différentes et des bandes très variées.

Aucun CdA n’est parfait, et quelques erreurs/fausses bonnes idées sont notables. Pour commencer, il est inscrit que le CdA n’a « pas tout à fait » un fluff particulier. Or sur ce CdA, il y a quand même une époque bien définie, avec des évennements clairement délimités et concis… Que faut-il de plus pour avoir un fluff particulier ^^? Sur l’histoire des conversions, au vu des retours de certains membres, je n’ai rien contre, mais ATTENTION de ne pas avoir les yeux plus gros que le ventre. Bien que ce soit très tentant, très gratifiant, sulpter des figurines n’est pas à la portée du premier venu et peut en décourager plus d’un. Enfin, le point le plus important: de 3 à 5 figurines à peindre en 3 mois? Eden et Necromunda ont prouvé que l’on prenait bien trop de temps pour chaque figurine, et là, c’est carrément du temps qui sera inutilisé (1 figurine par mois… sur 3 mois…).

Le verdict est rendu:
Le plus dur est toujours de trancher quand on a deux sujets en concurrence. Les deux sont aussi solides, aussi bien fondés. La raison du verdict va se retrouver dans le type de CdA. Si le CdA avait été un CdA court, j’aurai privilégier BFG, clairement plus soutenu et suffisamment motivant pour tenir 4 mois. Puisque le CdA est un CdA IF, mieux vaut laisser la porte ouverte à Smog1888 et ainsi mettre en avant un jeu peu connu sur le Warfo et en pleine expansion.

Cette décision, prise par l’ensemble de la communauté des modérateurs, appuie la direction que nous avons voulu donner à ce type de CdA à sa création: la possibilité pour des jeux hors-GW de sortir de la masse et montrer d’autres choses aux users du Warfo. Cela ne signifie pas que BFG était éliminé d’office, mais à armes égales, il nous a paru intéressant de valoriser Smog1888.

Le CdA Smog1888 est donc déclaré nouveau CdA IF.

Cependant, une modification lui sera apportée de suite: la durée du CdA sera de 2 mois et non de 3 mois, l’ensemble des modérateurs de la commission ayant jugés largement suffisants 2 mois pour peindre le nombre restreint de fiurines prévues.

Le sujet de candidature sera ouvert aujourd’hui, bonne soirée à tous et toutes!

Voilà, donc si vous voulez vous laisser tenter, n’hésitez plus, c’est le moment que tout le monde attendait pour relancer la communauté Smog !

Personnellement, je participerai avec cette ligue :

La Jalousie d’Usher :

- Jack : 7 d’initiative, 4 cartes, spécialisé combat = 100pts
- Lady Usher : 6 d’initiative, 4 cartes, spécialisée magie = 95pts
- Jeremiah Crow : 4 d’initiative, 2 cartes, spécialisé tir = 55pts
Total : 17 d’initative, 10 cartes = 250pts

Fluff : C’est Lady Usher qui est derrière les meurtres des prostituées. Elle a acheté Jack à un membre véreux du Mekazylum, et s’en sert pour éliminer ces jeunes femmes que les hommes vont voir pour leur beauté, alors que plus personne ne la regarde avec autre chose que crainte et répulsion. Usher est l’instigatrice, Jack est l’instrument, et Crow est le nettoyeur qui efface toute piste pouvant relier sa maîtresse à ces crimes monstrueux.

Pour : J’aime beaucoup mon historique pour cette ligue, les figs sont très belles, et ça me permet de continuer le culte. De plus, deux des membres sont des tueries en jeu, et Crow fait un bon faire-valoir. 10 cartes en main.

Contre : Seulement 3 figs. 17 en initiative.

Possibilités de conversion : Moriarty pourrait être le scientifique véreux, et ça m’intéresserait pas mal de le réaliser.

Allez, on se motive !
Grob’ ;)

Smog 1888 : Mechanical Precision…

Hop, petit article, ça fait longtemps que je n’en ai pas posté (boulot et flemme ne font pas bon ménage)…
Voici une petite nouvelle, pour le partiel d’anglais (oui, un partiel à la maison, c’est cool ^^), sur le thème de Sherlock Holmes.
J’ai essayé de reprendre le style d’écriture de Conan Doyle, ainsi que son type d’intrigue typique. L’ennui, c’est que pour ceux connaissant le jeu, vous risquez de connaître la fin avant, étant donné que je me suis inspiré des personnages de Smog pour tous les persos secondaires. Par contre, j’ai gardé un côté rationnel, en évitant de partir dans les délires steampunk, sinon je pense que la prof risque de ne pas trop apprécier…
Si elle a du succès, j’en ferai sûrement d’autres, mais plus tournées vers le culte ou le cloaque, donc plus glauques et imaginaires…
J’espère que ça vous plaira !

London was quite windy this morning. People were running fast towards their home, as the cold was freezing their bones. Baker Street was not the charming street it had been the week before. Time was altering, and fast.
We were eating Mrs. Hudson’s traditional bacon and eggs, which were as usual worthy of the best cookers in all the British Empire. I was reading the newspaper, and an article caught my eye.
- Holmes, what do you think of this new habit, consisting in replacing Bobbies by these machines ?

My friend removed his gaze from his fork, and looked at me absently. He had been quite sickened from his last encounter with the Colonel Moran, even though he had not told me anything about it at the time. I was worried about his health, for he was not eating much for a few days, and had not left our apartment since his previous adventure. He answered me in a very distant way.
- You are speaking of the automatons ?
- I am indeed. And may I also suggest that you eat what is in your plate ? This is really succulent, and it would be a pity to not…
- No need for that, my dear Watson ! The only sight of this grey fog surrounding the street has awaken me from my lethargy ! It has been a long time since the weather was so gloomy ! And, as I already told you, there could not be a better one than this grey atmosphere to enlighten my senses, and at the same time, criminal vocations ! I am telling you, we shall have a visitor today !

He was so sure of himself that I did not want to bother him with some skeptical reactions. This was a fascinating fact about Holmes : the less people were cheerful, the more he was. He was literally feeding himself on the misfortunes of the whole city, and even the country ones, if they came to him. As long as he had something to occupy his extraordinary mind with, he could be as spirited as a lion. But if unfortunately, no single affair presented any interest or difficulties, then he would fall asleep for a far too long time, or go in for his little experiences with drugs, his main and only guinea-pig being himself. Hence, that morning, I was pleased to see he was in a better mood than usual. He followed on the subject of automatons :
- Concerning these machines, I am forced to agree with our old friend commissioner Lestrade. Nothing can replace a human-being in a dangerous situation. You see, these machines may be better armed than usual Bobbies and body-guards, but they are missing the most important characteristic of a typical human-being : they lack improvisation. And through my adventures, I saw that this is what saved many people that should have died, if only for logic and methods. So, as you may have guessed, I do not think it is a brilliant idea, even though the Mechazylum members succeeded in convincing the Houses.
- The Mechazylum ? What is it ? A secret organization unknown to the public ?
- Well, that is exactly what it is, Watson ! That is precisely the point ! Although only a few people know what they are really up to.
- A secret society ! Holmes ! You are not serious !
- I could not be more ! Yet, for the moment, all its adherents are respectable members of the society, from scientific genius to wealthy bankers. Apparently, they are constantly in search for new technologies. Many famous savants are part of this organization : Alexander Graham Bell, Benoit Rouquayrol, or John Boyd Dunlop, you all know them I believe, and they can all be linked with the new technologies the Mechazylum has created.

All of a sudden, the bell rang. We heard Mrs. Hudson opening the door, and after a while, heavy steps echoed in the stairs. Holmes jumped on the arm-chair where he had moved to while talking. I could see a bright smile on his face.
- Watson, here comes our visitor ! I told you he would be here !
At these words, the door opened violently, before a strange looking man. What stroke me at first was his slim looking body : he looked more breakable than every other man I had met, for he was coughing and shaking like a leaf in a dark October night. He looked like a dead tree, his arms like long branches, his legs as gnarled roots, and his hair like colorful fall foliage. And then, I looked in his eyes, and I saw that under this fragile shell, lived a more formidable mind. His eyes were covered by large circular glasses, but those emphasized this impression of remarkable personality.

While starring at his visitor, Holmes advanced slightly on his armchair. He had his usual mischievous look when he was about to plunge into an exciting affair that would guarantee him a dense week of reflection and intellectual exercise. I believed the following events would have me worried about his health, since the man had not even told the story which preoccupied him.

The visitor stood there for a moment, and kept quiet. Seeing that none of us moved, he decided to break the silence, in a high-pitched voice, which reminded me of those yellow birds always singing in summer.
- Well, Mister Holmes, I thought you would have called me by my name just by looking at me ! It appears the rumors are exaggerated about your skills !
I thought this was a quite insulting way to enter in a gentleman’s house, and rose steadily on my feet. But Holmes always wore his impenetrable smile, and made a slight hand gesture in my direction. But our visitor followed his insolent speech, as if he had not seen my annoyed move.
- Since you have no clue of who I am, I may as well present myself. My name is…
- Baron Victor Mantes, third of the name, member of the Mechazylum secret society, famously known for your researches concerning gravity. You are an asthmatic man who tries to cure himself with the properties of a new gaze you discovered. This night, you had a walk in the countryside, and you felt on your knees at some point during your excursion. Since you hurt yourself, you decided to exceptionally take your cane this morning, not to aggravate your injury. Before coming here, you received a letter which might have been carried by a messenger, and which surely is the reason why you are paying us a visit, Sir.

The man looked at my friend in astonishment. He dropped his cane and put his hand to his heart. As we saw him falter, Holmes jumped out of his armchair to help him. He barely caught the old man, who was now unconscious.
- Well, Watson, for a doctor, you cruelly lacked of survival instinct for the poor baron !

I glanced at him in the most venomous way I could possibly imagine.
- I would not have to use my medical talents if you had not seen fit to surprise this man !

He had a satisfied smile on his face.
- I guess I surprised you too, didn’t I ?
- Indeed, I may know your methods very well, but those statements you made were rather bold ! How, for Christ’s sake, could you possibly guessed that he went to the countryside last night ?
- Elementary ! His shoes are covered with dirt and dust, along with some tufts of grass stuck in the sole. If he had been in town, the dust would be grey, not brown like the one you can find outside town.
- Then, I guess the marks on the pants to the knees allowed you to elaborate this idea of him falling on the knees…
- Not idea, but certainty ! I watched him as he entered the room, and he did not limp as a person naturally lame would limp. At one moment, he moved forward and had forgotten his injury, snatching a grimace of pain. A naturally handicapped person would not have forgotten so easily ! I concluded it was an accident, and a small look at his cane confirmed that theory.
- The cane ?
- The cane, yes ! This one is simply a decorative artifact ! No crack, no deformation, no different colors between the top and the bottom… I can affirm you he has never used it before.
- Indeed, it is elementary !
- And once again, the magic is spoilt after the magician explains the trick…

The baron moved slightly under the hot towel I had put on his forehead, and opened his eyes.
- Where am I ?
- My dear Baron, you certainly are more emotive than you look !
Lord Mantes swallowed with difficulty.
- How ? How do you know so many things about me ?
- Keep calm, Sir. The things I know are just based on what I see, nothing more. I will certainly explain everything in detail during our little journey to the crime scene…
- How… How do you know a crime happened ?

Holmes laughed quietly, starring at something in the window.
- When someone as wealthy and busy as you bothers visiting a detective at such an early hour, on Sunday, with a letter just unsealed, and his carriage waiting for him down the street, I allow myself to believe something just happened to someone he knows.

The man glanced at him in relief. He stood up, and went to the door. He turned back to Holmes.
- Then I guess you agree to come with me.
- I do. Watson, will you do me the pleasure to join us ? I might need your lightning senses at once.
- Fair enough Holmes, I am coming too.
- Then, Baron, lead us to this haunted mansion in East Anglia !
- How do you know it is a mansion ? In East Anglia ?

My friend had a curious smile on his face.
- Magic trick…

***
We arrived at the mansion two hours later. Holmes’ client explained us what happened to his friend, Lord Richard Ticklenott, earlier in the morning. The story was quite simple, but nonetheless as complicated and intriguing as Holmes was used to. Lord Ticklenott lived in a large house in the center of London, along with his unique daughter, Miss Jane Ticklenott. He had lost his wife four years ago, in an unfortunate accident while travelling to France. She felt in the water during a windy night, and Lord Ticklenott never fully recovered from her death. Our visitor explained us he had met the Lord a few days before, on the same boat to France. They had become friends, and since the loss of his wife, he could always count on Baron Mantes to help him. The two remaining Ticklenotts returned to London, and their only unusual trips were to their country house, in the Helmetheg mansion.
This month, they had been there for eleven days, and the Baron, who had become a close friend of the family, had joined them three days later. They were escorted by Miss Ticklenott’s butler, Cornelius Fauchelevent, a French man truly dedicated to his mistress’ will. At that point, Holmes interrupted his client, asking him about when had Fauchelevent become Jane’s butler. He apparently had had some common history with Lord Ticklenott’s wife, and they had met in France. Since her death, he was closer than ever to his mistress. Holmes then grinned somehow, but made a slight gesture to encourage the Baron to continue his story.

That night, Lord Ticklenott and his daughter had dinner, and according to Miss Jane’s letter, her father went to bed earlier than usual. He was quite tired, and Mantes was supposing this tiredness had been caused by an argument they had been through during the afternoon, about the use of a new type of gas. Once all the mansion was sleeping, around three o’clock in the morning, a terrible scream broke the silence of this lethargic house. Miss Ticklenott was the first to awake, and she ran out of her room. She saw Mister Fauchelevent, the butler, climbing up the stairs, frightened. The scream had stopped, but they had recognized her father’s voice. The door was closed from the inside, but Fauchelevent had brought a pistol, and he shot the lock down. They opened the door hastily, and switched the light on. And they saw the corpse. Lord Ticklenott’s body had been heavily crushed by a mysterious weapon, and his chest was disappearing under floods of blood. His daughter fainted, and Fauchelevent had to carry her to her bed. He then asked a farm boy living near the mansion to call the police. The local authorities arrived two hours later, but in front of the complexity of the affair, they decided to call for help from Scotland Yard. Since Major Dreadful, the head of the famous police institution, was a good friend of Lord Ticklenott, he chose to take the inquiry in charge. That was all the Baron knew from the letter he had received that morning. The conversation followed on the works of Mantes, and on his implications with the Mekazylum society. He was quite suspicious about how Holmes had received any information concerning the latter, but since my friend told him everything he had told me during our breakfast, he did not ask any further question. Later, I was the main object of the conversation, for he was very interested in my job. He told us his father had always wanted him to become a doctor, but his passion for science was stronger than the paternalist views. As we arrived to the mansion, we all fell silent, admiring the peaceful landscape, which had been the scene of a terrible tragedy.

***
Baron Mantes rang to the door. We could hear multiple steps behind, and we had to wait until it finally opened. A strange man appeared. His eyes were circled by large glasses, which made him look like an owl. This impression of silliness was reinforced by a large mustache and a bald head. He was dressed in the most perfect way, in a long black suit, wearing white gloves. I guessed, quite easily, he was the Ticklenott’s butler.
When he spoke, we were quite amused by his French accent, since he was accentuating every word with a carefulness that would have made the most respectable lady look ruthless.
- These Messieurs arrived, sir. Shall I introduce them in the mansion ?

A large shape came out of the shadow.
“That will not be necessary, Mister Fauchelelent, I will personally salute them”, said Major Dreadful.
I and Holmes had met the Major a few years before, concerning a terrible affair that had made the titles during an entire month. Because the protagonists were all from the very noble class of the Kingdom, I shall not give any precise details. Let it be known, though, that it only took two days to my dear friend to resolve it, while all Scotland Yard could not. The Major was, at this time, the leader of the inquiry, and since he could not fail this sacred mission, he decided to call for help. Help being personalized by Holmes. First doubtful concerning my friend’s unorthodox methods, he was forced to witness the success of such procedures. He sometimes required our help, but was clever enough to fulfill most of the crimes he had to solve. He was so successful that he was proposed the head of Scotland Yard. In his taste for glory, he agreed, and the famous institution had never been so effective than under his authority. He literally ruled it with an iron hand, for he had lost his left arm in the Egyptian campaigns, and had it replaced by a strong mechanical one. He was truly impressive, in his long brown coat, his beard around his mouth in the old-fashioned way, a large monocle on his left eye. Many saw him as the personification of strength, as moral as physical.
He walked towards the baron, and spoke to him in a deep and calm voice.
- My dear Mantes, lady Jane told me she sent you a letter. Keep a cold head, the crime scene is quite shocking. And I see you brought the most famous detective there is ! Holmes, doctor Watson, I hope you are not here to deny me the privilege to elude this affair ! Though, I have to admit the whole thing is quite an issue for us, at the moment…

My friend was smiling as he shook hands with the Major.
- Of course, we only agreed to come here to help, and because the whole story looks quite unusual…
- I see… So, since the baron told you everything there is to know, we maybe should go to the crime scene. Keep quiet, the lady is still resting. You see, she heard him shout, so she was quite shaken, and we advised her to go back to her room. Very well then, prepare yourselves…

We walked through a long corridor, following the Major and the Baron. The two of them were speaking inaudibly, until the Major laughed out loud.
- Baron, you are such a witty man ! Of course I can control it well ! You may have built it for me, but I can assure you, nothing is strong enough to resist me !

I looked at Holmes questioningly. He taped his arm with a grin smile. I remembered what he had told me about the Mekazylum, and I guessed that Baron Mantes was the creator of the Major’s mechanical arm. That explained why they seemed to know each other, and especially why Dreadful was unusually joyful.
We climbed up the stairs, and the Major stopped us. Behind him, the first door was on the ground, out of its hinges. The room was enlightened brightly, and it would have been a quite charming place to sleep in, if it was not for the corpse on the bed.
Through my adventures with Holmes and my previous experience as a soldier in Afghanistan, I had witnessed many deaths. But never had I seen such pain in the eyes of a corpse. Lord Richard Ticklenott was crouched on the bed, a mute cry on his face. His eyes were like dark stars in the cadaveric moonlight of his face. But the most terrific fact about the corpse was his chest. There was none. From the door, I could see the horribly unusual deformation on the body, and I could not dare to imagine what it was like.
Dreadful rotated towards us.
- Baron, you may not want to see him in that estate…
- Nonsense ! I knew him very well, and he considered me as his brother ! I shall not disappoint him in death !
- Very well. Doctor, you might want to be the first to take a look, and give us some diagnostic information. Holmes, you… Holmes ?

Absorbed by the vision of the corpse, we had not noticed that my friend had entered in the room. He was at that moment behind the bed, agitating his small magnifying glass maniacally. We could not see what he was looking at, but we heard him shout happily at some discovery.
- Interesting ! Very interesting !

The Major and the Baron looked quite outraged.
- What is so interesting that you did not even glance at the corpse, Holmes ?
- The corpse ? Ah, yes, the corpse ! Well, if you had spent more time to observe the surroundings, and not only the evident evidences, you may not have been blocked so early, my dear Major !
- Since you are so clever, how about you introduce us to your little tricks, so that we may all learn from your colossal knowledge ?

Holmes chuckled a little.
- Not yet, not everything is making sense. Now, as you suggested earlier, would be the time to look at this poor fellow.

We all made a circle around the bed. As I had feared, the scene was quite atrocious. Lord Ticklenott’s chest had been crushed by a heavy burden. All that remained was a large blood pool, with some bones and organs floating on the surface. This truly was one of the most nauseating I had ever seen in my life. I saw the Baron moving back towards a chair, a hand on his heart, and even Holmes’ face was repulsed by this horrific vision. Only the Major did not seem so affected by the scene, as he made fun of Holmes’ face.
- Not so arrogant now, are we, Mister detective ?

My friend had a serious look on his face.
- Dreadful, we are no longer alone.

We all turned back, and saw her. She was like a deceased flower, devastated by the horrid event of the night. Her red lips eclipsed the paleness of her flesh, like a red apple on a lonely tree in winter. Her eyes might have been bright, but that morning they were as dark as a black lake. I had seen many women in my life, but she will always stay as this pale figure in this haunted house in my memory. Miss Jane Ticklenott was surrounded by obscure shadows, and she entered the room as a shadow herself.
The Major felt hesitant at once, but, as the strong man he was, he quickly gathered his wits.
- My dear, you may not want to come back to this room. It is not the right place for a lady !
- Thank you, Major, but if there is anything new, I want to be inform immediately. I hope you will find the murderer, mister Holmes !

Holmes had a slim grin on his face.
- Actually, I might have already found him.

Dreadful’s face would have been comical if it had not been in such a dramatic time.
- You… You know who the murderer is ?
- And I think you know his identity as well as I do ! Now, Miss Ticklenott, if you would be kind enough to leave this room, I might have to do some dissection with your father’s body to prove my theory. Now, gentlemen, every one of you gather around me !

We all made a circle around the bed. I was next to Holmes, so I could perfectly see what he was showing us. My friend spoke once more, showing the corpse.
- You might find it interesting that I know what crushed Lord Ticklenott’s body. Just look at the shape of the sheet, under the blood.
- There are some kinds of levels. It looks… It looks like a hand !
- Indeed, Watson, indeed ! Here, you see the shape of the thumb, here the index finger, and here the third one. The two left are not so distinct, but you can see a hand silhouette. Now, what is the particularity of this hand ?

The size of the shape was around 12 inches long.
- It is enormous ! No man can have such a big hand !

Holmes had taken a small bistoury in his mallet, and was now tearing apart an inch of skin. He took it with a small claw.
- Now, look at the color of the epidermis.
- It is red. Most certainly bloodily red.
- Red at first sight, but when you put a magnifying glass in front of it…

I jumped in surprise.
- There is metal ! Some metallic pieces !
- Indeed Watson, small bits, very small ones, appear on the surface.

The Baron looked at my friend questioningly.
- So what does that mean ?
- It means that Lord Ticklenott was crushed by a metallic burden, with the shape of a hand.

The Major was turning livid.
- You can not mean that…
- And who is in possession of a mechanical arm in this room ?

The silence fell as we all turned to the Major. His face was as white as the bed sheet, and his nose was frowning. Unexpectedly, he roared and jumped on the detective. Holmes cried “Seize him !”, as the terrible mechanical arm was squeezing on his throat. The Baron leaped on Dreadful, pulling his head back, while I hit him on the leg. He made us both fall on the ground, but the Baron, who had caught himself on his legs, seized a candlestick on the chimney and hit the Major with all his strength on the head. The colossal man flanked a little, and as Holmes clapped his hands on his ears, he let him go, groggy.
Two policemen entered, at the sounds of the battle, and drew their weapons.
Holmes spoke to them, with some difficulties finding his voice back, pointing at Dreadful.
- Arrest… Arrest this man. He is Lord Ticklenott’s assassin.

The two Bobbies stopped, taken aback. As they saw the three of us surrounding the Major, they concluded some elements might have escaped them, so they listened to Holmes. One of them took a pair of handcuffs from his belt, but my friend stopped them.
- No need for those, I believe he understands what he will go through if he tries to escape.
Dreadful moaned in a voice filled with hate and rage.
- I will have you executed, Holmes ! You cannot prove what you are saying ! What about the door closed ? How would have I entered ?
- These are facts a further inquiry will prove. For the moment, we know you are the murderer, that is all that matters.

The Major sat on a chair, the two Bobbies around him. The Baron and I were out of breath, and I watched Holmes going to the window, whispering for himself. I could hear him repeating “How did he enter ?”. Suddenly, he turned back to the Bobbies.
- Will you excuse me, gentlemen ? I need to check something downstairs. Since it is really important for the results of the inquiry, if one of you might want to come with me. Watson, will you be kind enough to help this gentleman keep an eye on the Major and… Baron Mantes, why do not you sit down ? You really look exhausted ! This kind of fight might not be suitable for your health !
- Indeed, mister Holmes, my reflexes are not as good as before !
- Very well then, I shall all see you in a few minutes.

My friend literally ran out of the room, the bobby following his steps. The Baron sat on the chair next to the window, while I decided to make some order in the room. I firstly put a clean bed sheet on the corpse, I found it quite indecent to be waiting with an opened body right next to me. I then put the candlestick back on the chimney. The Major, for someone who was to be convicted of a murder, was looking extraordinary calm. His reputation was not exaggerated.
We had been waiting for ten minutes, and there was absolutely no sign of Holmes. I saw the Baron moving on his chair, towards the window. He then turned to me.
- I shall see what they are doing, a little walk won’t do me any harm after this fight.
- Very well, but be cautious, you look like a tree after a storm, all shaking. The combat was hard, and we do not need a second death, so, keep calm !

He chuckled in a high-pitched laugh, which frightened me more than it reassured me.
- Yes, that would be quite a problem ! Thank you for your solicitude, doctor !

He left on these words, and I reported my attention on the Major.
The huge man looked at me, and spoke in his profound voice.
- Well doctor Watson, I believe you are mostly satisfied by your friend’s work. A corpse, a theory, a culprit… Quite an affair, eh ? But this will be his last one, for he is wrong on the murderer’s identity ! And I… And…

His face was suddenly white again.
- I know… I know who did it !

He jumped on his feet. The policeman tried to stop him from advancing towards the window, and I joined with him.
- Don’t be stupid, let me go, you bloody…

A shout outside. What was happening out there ?
- Let me go, or they are lost, you fools ! Let me…

A punch on the head from his mechanical arm, added to the previous fight tiredness, made me passing out.

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When I woke up, I was lying on a sofa. I heard voices behind me, but I could not see well. When my eyes were fully opened, I saw the Major Dreadful watching me.
- You ! You…
- Do not be too harsh on the Major, Watson, he only smashed you in order to save me !
- So I shall thank him for the headache ? Thanks, but no thanks !

Holmes laughed.
- Wait a minute, something is wrong… Who was the culprit, if not the Major ?

Dreadful’s mechanical arm squeezed, the colossal man grumping.
- It was this dirty little scientist… Next time I see him, I crush him like a fly with his proper creation !
- You mean that Baron Mantes was the murderer ?
- Indeed he was. But sadly, he escaped. And he could have done much more harm if not for Dreadful’s reflexes.

I was eager to learn more about what had happened during my absence. I raised myself on the sofa, and I saw we were back at Baker Street. Had I been unconscious for so long ? That arm was certainly a dreadful weapon ! But I should not interrupt Holmes, who seemed to be quite pleased explaining me what I had missed.
- You see, when I told everyone that you were guilty, I was still, excuse me Major, quite sure about it. Every proofs I had found were concluding to this. Except, as you told me back there, “How did he enter ?”. This was the only black spot in my theory. Therefore, since I knew you were a man of action, and could be dangerous if truly guilty, I had to take measures. So I told everyone what I was up to, in order to see what your reaction would have been. Well, it was quite what I had expected, but I have to say that you should be more careful with this arm, it nearly killed me under the pressure !
- Sorry about that, Holmes, you know me I guess. I cannot stand being accused for crimes I have not committed.
- And you lose your temper quite easily too, I would say !
- You may be right… But still, in this world, better being paranoiac than simple-minded, eh ?

Holmes chuckled. He then took a large breath from his clay pipe.
- As I was saying, after you were controlled, I had to think about this last hole in my theory. And then I came to the window, and I saw a windowpane had been displaced quite recently. However, its size would not have been sufficient for a man to enter. A man, no, but what about an arm ? I thought I had the answer, since your arm was in metal, could it not have been extending itself ? But while I was still wondering if the way I was taking was logical or not, my eye was caught but a small detail outside. Dirt.
- Dirt ?
- Remember Watson ! Remember the knees !

I could not see what he was talking about. And then the past few events came flooding back to my mind. The arrival of Baron Mantes in Holmes cabinet, how he had made fun of him when giving him details on what he had done this night, but without knowing the tragic issue behind it !
- Yes, Watson, the dirt on Mantes’ knees was the same than the one below the window. It was too much of a coincidence to not be considered as a clue. And then, with this new departure, a whole new theory appeared. Mantes had walked down there, and had fallen on his knees, which meant he had not been honest with us and had something to hide. Mantes had created a mechanical arm for the Major, which meant he could have created another one, slim enough to enter the room by the windowpane, and long enough to kill his target. Mantes had been considered as a brother by Lord Ticklenott, which meant there could have been agreements between them, concerning money or goods. Mantes was a member of the Mechazylum, an unknown organization whose associates would require money to build their prototypes. And last, Mantes was around seventy years old, yet he had jumped on the Major when I had accused him, which meant he was not in such a bad condition as he would seem to be. Therefore, I decided to go and check my new theories. I found indeed the Baron knees trace in the dust, as well as some metallic residues in it, as long as the shape of a hand the same size than the one above. However, this was a left hand, so I guessed he had some sort of machine allowing him to have extending arms. As I explained what I had found to the Bobby who had accompanied me, a huge hand came from the nearest door. The mechanical weapon tried to hurt me, but the policeman pushed me and took the shockwave on his leg. I shouted for help, as I saw Mantes coming from the inside, in this monstrous machine. His eyes were hateful, and I believed he had heard all the conclusions I gave to the Bobby. He was factually rising in the air thanks to the pressure of his arms, and I really thought I would have died this morning if it had not been for the Major. I heard a gigantic roar from the bedroom, and as I was watching, the window broke, and a riffle appeared. I do not know where you had gotten this weapon, Dreadful, but let me tell you I owe it my life !

A satisfied smile appeared on the Major’s face.
- Actually, I found it on the wall, and I was lucky enough for it to be full ! I tried to shoot this naughty high-pitched scientist in the head, but the weapon was somehow damaged, and I hit him on the thigh. And what did he do, this flipping little coward ? He ran away ! If I get my hand on him, I shall…

Holmes interrupted him.
- We all know what you would do in such circumstances ! And I am afraid I would be willing to do the same !

I was still bothered by something.
- What could have been his motivation for committing such an atrocity ?
- Well, we do not know for sure, but the butler told the Major afterwards the Baron and Lord Ticklenott had had several arguments concerning the use of a new type of gas. The Baron discovered it a few months ago. Apparently, he needed funds to create new sorts of weapons thanks to this gas, but Ticklenott did not want to participate in any sort of war equipment. He believed the gas could be of great use in medical facilities, for the greater good. It was used medically, but only for the Baron himself, to cure his asthma. For the most dangerous use of it, well, you know what happened.

We all felt silent, Lord Ticklenott’s body still in our minds. Holmes broke the silent, speaking prophetically : “Science is a wonderful thing if one does not have to earn one’s living at it. I do not know what this Mechazylum organization is up to, but I can tell you that if they succeed in whatever their goal is, a dark future is upon London.”

Voilà !
Grob’ ;)

Smog 1888 : Premier Tournoi !

Oyé oyé !
Le premier tournoi Smog arrive !

Quand : Dimanche 20 Novembre, de 11H a 17H

Lieu: Uchronies Games 61 rue Letellier 75015 Paris France

Prix d’entrée: 5 euros

Nombre de points de Prestige: 250

Nombre de places disponibles : 10

Les parties seront du 1 contre 1, sur un plateau différent du plateau du starter

Les ligues peuvent être fait avec des jetons et des proxys (proxys dans la limite du raisonable), mais les ligues entièrement peintes recevront un petit bonus de 1 en initiative, sans compter le plaisir de jouer face à de vraies belles figurines.

Si vous êtes intéressés, contactez Cadwe grâce au lien ou inscrivez-vous directement ici :

http://www.tabletoptournaments.net/t3_tournament.php?tid=8233

Vous pouvez également m’envoyer un mp sur le Warfo, ou poster un commentaire dans cet article, je ferai passer le message à cadwe.

Il y a des lots à gagner, donc venez nombreux !
Grob’ ;)

PS : Sans rapport avec ce sujet, mais important quand même : les photos et les émoticônes ne veulent pas s’afficher, donc le blog risque d’être un peu triste… Si vous voulez toujours suivre l’actualité de ma Waagh et des EN, c’est là :

http://www.warhammer-forum.com/index.php?showtopic=144470&st=500

et là :

http://www.warhammer-forum.com/index.php?showtopic=174890&pid=2024293&st=25&#entry2024293

En espérant pouvoir réparer ça rapidement…

Smog 1888 : Hou hou ha ha ! Grr… Wafwaf ! Amen.

De retour de week-end, avec, comme toujours, des nouveautés !
Cette fois, Mister Honk fini, à part le socle, il m’en faut un plus grand pour stabiliser la pièce, et la tête du cadavre dans la caisse, à partir de celle de Cornélius…
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L’idée de la mise en scène est de raconter une histoire, car la fig s’adapte bien à une telle idée.
Donc ici, duel à minuit, l’un des gentlemen du Club se cache dans une caisse afin de surprendre son adversaire, lorsqu’un autre coquin se pointe devant son nez, l’air goguenard et le tromblon chargé…
Nous vous épargnerons les détails concernant la mort violente du pauvre homme, projeté en arrière contre la caisse, le choc formant lui-même un trou dans le bois, et le cadavre glissant lentement sur le sol, laissant apparaître une longue trainée de sang…
Mister Honk ayant été témojn de l’affreuse scène, bondit sur la caisse et se laisse tomber tel un vautour sur sa proie…

Le Major vient de se voir rajouter un élément de choix sur son socle ! Ma première conversion de Smog !
Et oui, j’avais un autre Winston que tous les participants au speed painting d’il y a longtemps avaient eu, donc j’en ai profité pour le convertir un peu, et lui mettre son masque à gaz sur la figure ! Comment le trouvez-vous ? Les photos sont un peu sombres par contre, désolé…
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Et je précise que le nom de ce deuxième chien est Nelson, comme l’amiral !

Mais enfin, le Révérend Dudley !

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Cette fig est à la fois un vrai bonheur et un vrai calvaire à peindre, donc je la recommande !
Qu’en pensez-vous ?
Grob’
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Smog 1888 : Nestor, mon whisky !

Toujours dans la gamme victorienne, Cornélius, le dernier en date !
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Et voici également Winston :
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Prochain sur la liste, le révérend, qui pour l’instant n’a qu’un gilet de fait…
Grob’
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Smog 1888 : Zebigboss…

Comme promis hier, voilà le Major Dreadful, mais sans Winston :

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Il faut encore que j’améliore l’insecte sur le sol, là un seul éclaircissement est passé, il faudrait qu’il tire vers le blanc…
Et le chien, c’est une catastrophe à peindre !
Grob’
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Smog 1888 : don’t miss with the miss !

Continuons la galerie victorienne avec Miss Ticklenott !

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En gros, les couleurs ont été choisies pour la représenter en mode « aventurière », on va dire qu’elle revient tout juste d’un voyage en Afrique, d’où les couleurs traditionnelles marron et jaune… Les autres membres du club auront également des teintes similaires…
Et vous pouvez noter qu’elle s’est fait griffer par un babouin manchot, à l’oeil gauche, car j’avais raté le visage…

Prochain au programme, le Major Dreadful, avec une modification importante par rapport à la peinture de l’original !
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Smog 1888 : élémentaire, mon cher Watson !

Ha ha, titre trompeur n’est-ce pas ?

Car ce n’est pas ce bon vieux docteur que je vais vous montrer, mais bien le plus célèbre détective de tous les temps, Sherlock Holmes !

Voici donc le bestiau, sur toutes ses faces :

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Et voici sa carte (beau bestiau, hein ?) : 

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 Pour la petite histoire concernant les deux modifications par rapport au modèle :

- la pipe en résine est tombée sur la moquette de la même couleur, ce qui fait que j’ai été incapable de la retrouver (et pourtant, j’ai cherché ! Je l’aurai un jour, je l’aurai !). A mon grand désespoir, j’ai ainsi été obligé de la remplacer par un cigare, réalisé à partir d’une mine de criterium, qui fait pile la bonne taille… D’un côté, il perd son accessoire légendaire, mais de l’autre, ça lui donne un air encore plus méchant et assassin professionnel…

- l’oeil gauche crevé, disons que j’avais très bien réussi le visage, jusqu’au moment où il a fallu traiter les yeux. Le droit, parfait, le gauche, complètement foiré. Du coup, on recommence, et paf, erreur fatale, on oublie de diluer un elf flesh vieux de 4 ans, ce qui lui forme une croûte sur la paupière ! Tant pis pour lui, la flemme aidant, ça se transformera en oeil crevé ! Comme pour la pipe, d’un côté, c’est bête, mais de l’autre, ça forme une petite distinction par rapport au modèle d’origine.

- de la même manière, on pourrait parler des cheveux et de la barbe blanchâtres, mais ça, c’est parce que ça lui allait bien ! Et puis ça montrera que Smog se passe après les événements bien connus des lecteurs de Sherlock Holmes !

Et depuis les photos, j’ai rajouté des traces de boue sur son pardessus, qui apportent un peu de contraste au vêtement… (vous les verrez dans le prochain épisode…emoticone)

Concernant le socle, j’ai décidé de modifier la mise en scène originelle, à savoir Sherlock et un type se transformant en alien dans une boîte. A la place, il y aura toujours Sherlock, sur la gauche (de la photo qui n’est pas encore prise), l’alien par terre entrain de le regarder d’un air implorant, sur la droite, et au fond, un lampadaire, car cet accessoire fait très anglais, et ça remplacera la caisse, que je ne trouvais pas trop appropriée… Du coup, va me falloir une deuxième Alice… Un volontaire pour me laisser le lampadaire et garder l’ectoplasme ?

Voilà, prochaine étape (déjà faite, mais je ne vous montre pas tout d’un coup), Miss Ticklenott !

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Smog 1888 : partie test du jeu !

Après pas mal de semaines d’absence, principalement dues aux partiels, me voici de retour, et avec un article qui change un peu.

Nous sommes en 1888, dans la capitale britannique, inondée de brouillard, de meurtres et de complots. Alors, vous avez deviné ?

Et oui, il s’agit bien de Smog 1888, le jeu vendu par Smart Max, avec les plus belles figurines qui soient !

Pourquoi cet article ? Et bien voyez-vous, hier, j’ai eu l’immense privilège de faire partie des heureux premiers testeurs non-officiels du jeu !

Autour de Cédric et Christophe, les deux concepteurs du jeu, une petite dizaine de personnes, sur une table à Uchronies. Sur la table, le poster servant de plateau, des cartes, des jetons, et surtout, une vingtaine des figurines officielles peintes par Sébastien Picque aka Deadfish aka Jakovazor (et non pas Allan Carrasco, j’ai corrigé l’erreur !) avec lesquelles nous avons eu la chance de jouer ! Franchement, les photos officielles ne leur rendent pas honneur tant elles sont impressionnantes à regarder…

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Jaybee et le garde du corps du prince venu d’Orient… 

Donc, arrivé en retard, je n’ai pas eu la chance d’assister à la présentation et j’ai raté un gros passage d’explication des règles… Qu’à cela ne tienne, je me retrouve placé entre les deux concepteurs, pouvant bénéficier d’explications encore inconnue du grand public (l’une d’entre elles concerne le docteur Watson, que j’aurais adoré voir en figurine, jusqu’à ce que j’apprenne qu’il y est déjà, incognito ! Saurez-vous deviner derrière qui se cache le bon docteur ?).

Après deux bonnes heures d’explications, de parlottes et de previews (une fée, un garde du corps du pharaon noir et une lady di maléfique…), nous sommes prêts à commencer la première partie !

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Le plateau-poster, les cartes, et les figs !  

Comme nous sommes 9, ce qui est un peu nombreux, il est décidé que nous ferons deux parties, avec 4 joueurs chacune (une équipe était composée de deux joueurs, pour arriver au compte). J’ai choisi de ne pas jouer lors de la première partie, d’une part parce que je n’avais pas encore tout compris, et d’autre part, car je voulais commencer à étudier les tactiques possibles en fonction des différents personnages.

En gros :

-         Le jeu se joue sur un plateau constitué de cases, sur lesquelles se déplacent les personnages

-         Trois caractéristiques pour chaque personnages, qui sont le combat, la magie et le tir

-         En plus de cela, une valeur de points de vie, une valeur de points d’action (qui symbolise le nombre de choses qu’un personnage peut faire quand il joue), et le nombre de cartes qu’il permet de piocher

-         Enfin, un talent spécial pour chaque figurine, en bas de la carte, et son coût en points

-         Lors d’une partie, deux à quatre bandes peuvent s’opposer, chaque bande étant constituée de 3 à 6 figurines, selon le nombre de points autorisés

-         Au début de la partie, les joueurs calculent leur valeur d’initiative (en additionnant celles de leurs personnages), ainsi que le nombre de cartes qu’ils peuvent piocher (en additionnant celles de leurs personnages)

-         Celui qui a la plus haute valeur d’initiative commence

-         Les joueurs font entrer leurs personnages à tour de rôle, mais après que chaque personnage ait effectué toutes les actions qu’il souhaitait

-         Par exemple, le premier joueur fait rentrer son premier personnage, décide de le déplacer dans un bâtiment. Le deuxième joueur fait entrer son premier personnage, et décide de le déplacer jusqu’à un endroit où il a un angle de vue sur l’adversaire. S’il reste des points d’action à son personnage, il peut s’il le souhaite effectuer un tir (avec une des cartes tirs qu’il a pioché au début de la partie), et s’il est chanceux (si son adversaire n’a pas de carte tir lui permettant d’esquiver), peut blesser son ennemi, avant même que tous les joueurs aient joué ! Il s’agit donc d’un jeu assez tactique, et ultra-rapide, toujours en mouvement.

-         L’idéal est de ne pas prendre de trop grosses ligues, 3 ou 4 figurines suffisent, car après on perd ce côté rapide qui fait tout le charme du jeu…

-         Et ainsi de suite… mais je ne vais pas tout vous dévoiler, le jeu ne sort que dans deux semaines !

Donc, première partie : 4 équipes de deux figurines chacune, peu importe le nombre de points, c’est juste pour tester.

Les équipes étaient constituées de : Marquis de Carabas et Major Dreadful ; Shamock et la fée Clochette ; Lord Holmes et Jaybee the Ripper ; Baron Mantes et Zeels.

Je n’ai pas tout suivit à la partie, déjà je n’entendais pas tout ce qui se disait à l’autre bout de la table, et en plus je posais plein de questions à Cédric.

Petit résumé de ce que j’ai suivi :

-         Lord Holmes, l’un des meilleurs tireurs du jeu, a fait l’énorme erreur de s’enfermer dans une pièce sans fenêtres et sortie de secours, donc n’a quasiment servi à rien à partir de ce moment là

-         Le baron Mantes, avec ses bras télescopiques, s’est bien amusé à rester dehors, et à envoyer des pains à travers la porte au pauvre Sherlock coincé

-          Shamock est un très bon magicien, qui a fait pas mal de dégâts

-         Le Major Dreadful s’est fait éliminé dès le premier tour par Shamock ou Zeels, j’ai pas bien suivi

-         Zeels est très puissant, grâce à sa faculté de se téléporter sur la table, et est un tireur hors pair !

-         Conclusion : l’équipe Mantes/Zeels a gagné, avec les deux encore en vie alors que tous les autres avaient été tués.

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Maintenant, on passe à la deuxième partie ! Lors d’une petite pause cigarette pour ceux qui fument, et un départ pour ceux qui devaient y aller, je me suis constitué ma petite équipe du Club : Lord Holmes, le Major Dreadful et Miss Ticklenott… Une équipe de tireurs, et quels tireurs ! Holmes a 3 tirs, Miss Ticklenott, grâce à son fusil alien, peut infliger une troisième blessure si le blessé ne se défausse pas d’une carte magie, et le Major est un gros costaud…

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Comment ça une équipe de bourrins ? Notez derrière eux mon Piotr, toujours pas fini d’ailleurs, qui tente de s’incruster dans l’équipe… mais se fera chassé de visu par ce bon vieux Winston !

En face, toujours 3 adversaires, mais cette fois, nous avons décidé d’équipes équitables, avec chacune une valeur de 250pts (en ce qui me concerne, cela donne Holmes 100pts, Miss Ticklenott 80pts, et le Major 70pts, à moins que ce soit le contraire entre les deux derniers, mais l’idée y est).

Donc, les équipes : Marquis de Carabas, Livio le loup-garou et Alice ; Zeels, Baron Mantes et Ambassadeur Nail ; Proteus Treeves, Humpty Dumpty, le fossoyeur dont j’ai oublié le nom, et une deuxième Miss Ticklenott, que Petit-dragon avait peinte et qu’il voulait jouer ; et moi.

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Une partie de l’équipe de Petit-Dragon, avec sa Miss Ticklenott, haute en couleur mais très réussie !

Initiative, je suis le plus mauvais (17 au total), donc je joue en dernier. Humty Dumpty fait son entrée, se cache dans une maison. C’est le tour du baron Mantes, qui se place au milieu d’un carrefour, prêt à en découdre avec n’importe qui s’il approche un peu trop près. Le Marquis arrive, se cache aussi, ainsi que le Major, qui se cache aussi. Tour palpitant s’il en est…

On continue les hostilités… Le fossoyeur s’amène, se poste en embuscade à côté d’une maison. Il est suivit de l’Ambassadeur Nail, qui décide de se poster à la fenêtre, et tente de tirer sur le nabot à deux têtes. Coup de chance, il parvient à tirer non seulement sur le nabot, mais également sur le fossoyeur, fraichement arrivé ! Tchouc tchouc ! Plus de nain, plus de Pierre Tombale… Ils meurent tous deux dans un hurlement de terreur, leurs membres se transformant en tentacules qui les étranglent en un rien de temps. Arrive ensuite Alice, qui, toute contente de traverser les murs, arrive droit sur mon Major, embusqué derrière sa fenêtre, et lui tire dessus ! Diantre, elle ose m’envoyer son satané lapin à la figure ! Mais rien ne se passe comme prévu pour la malheureuse enfant (qui tape quand même très fort, il faut le dire !), car c’est alors que Winston, en bon chien à son pépère, se jette sur elle ! Résultat, le Major se prend le lapin en pleine tête, en perdant son monocle, tandis que le bouledogue déchiquète l’esprit, qui se venge en l’étranglant avec sa montre à gousset, avant de partir pour ne plus jamais revenir (on considèrera que le pauvre lapin s’est vu explosé contre le mur à l’aide d’un certain bras mécanique, pour ceux qui s’en soucieraient…).

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Alice rencontre son deuxième destin (le premier s’est déjà mal terminé, puisqu’elle en est morte précocément…)

Au milieu de tout ce déchainement de violence, arrive alors l’assassin personnel de sa majesté, si, vous le connaissez, c’est bien entendu Lord Holmes ! Nonchalamment, il marche d’un pas assuré, prenant le temps de charger ses trois carabines, snippers et autres accessoires de fête. Il s’arrête, vise à travers une fenêtre, une autre fenêtre, derrière laquelle apparaît le baron Mantes, toujours occupé à cogner un lampadaire, en attendant d’autres ennemis plus réactifs. Pan ! Tchoutchou ! La machine à vapeur sur le dos du baron se met à exploser, son malheureux propriétaire en profitant pour perdre 3 points de vie. Mais le bougre est coriace, il lui en reste encore deux ! Ce sera pour la prochaine fois…

Quoique, car Miss Ticklenott, celle de petit-dragon, arrive sur ces entrefaites, et se poste derrière une fenêtre. Le fusil alien commence à tressauter dans ses mains, sentant l’odeur du sang… Et oui, le dos du baron est tout explosé, même s’il continue à se tordre dans tous les sens, cherchant le coupable de l’odieux méfait. Quelle cible facile… Pon ! (bruit d’un fusil alien) Le pauvre baron se retrouve collé au lampadaire, dans un liquide visqueux qui lui dévore les organes en moins de temps qu’il n’en faut pour le dire. Quatrième mort de la partie !

Le docteur Zeels arrive, et se dirige devant le cadavre du fossoyeur. Le loup-garou fait son entrée à l’autre bout de la table, se cachant en attendant son heure, lorgnant vers les tireurs de mon équipe. Et arrive enfin la deuxième Miss Ticklenott, qui se poste à l’entrée de la ruelle où se trouve Holmes.

Enfin, le docteur Proteus Treeves entre sur la table, invoquant dès son arrivée une nouvelle Alice, qui se dirige droit sur Zeels. Combat, mais pas un seul n’est blessé.

Fin du tour 1 !

Malheureusement, l’heure tourne (il est quand même 11h45), et les joueurs doivent s’esquiver promptement… Du coup, nous ne sommes plus que deux : l’équipe du Marquis et du loup-garou, contre les 3 tireurs d’élite.

S’ensuit dès lors une partie de cache-cache mortel, Livio tentant de tuer Miss Ticklenott et Holmes, le Marquis lui apportant un soutien magique non négligeable, et le Major toujours terrorisé et horrifié d’avoir dû tuer un malheureux lapin, même si celui-ci avait tenté de lui arracher un œil…

Livio, rendu plus fort grâce à la magie de son allié, ne cessait de s’en prendre à Holmes, qui il faut l’avouer, représentait la plus grosse menace. Il avait déjà été blessé par Miss Ticklenott, mais Holmes ayant un malheureux accident de travail (c’est-à-dire un fusil enrayé), il se dit que l’achever serait un jeu d’enfant. Combat de titan, le loup se jetant sur l’assassin. Celui-ci, dès que son tour fut venu, bondit en avant et attaqua le monstre, tentant de lui claquer ses mains sur les oreilles, car selon toute logique, plus les oreilles sont grandes, plus ça fait mal… Livio riposta d’un coup de boule, mais Holmes parvint à l’éviter, lui mordant la truffe en le brûlant avec sa pipe. Le loup ne broncha pas, mais tourna simplement la tête et lui brisa l’épaule gauche. Le gentleman tomba à la renverse sous la violence du coup. Livio hurla sa victoire.

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Un combat terrifiant au coeur des ruelles de Londres…

Pendant ce temps, le Major reprit son courage à deux mains, et décida de sortir prestement de la maison. Il connaissait un elfe qui allait avoir des problèmes…

Carabas croyait en la victoire du loup, mais la force de Holmes était imprévisible. Celui-ci se releva, recula, et tira, son troisième fusil étant toujours chargé, en attente du moment opportun. Livio, surpris, ne put éviter le tir, qu’il prit en pleine poitrine. Profitant de ce moment de stupéfaction générale, l’assassin se jeta sur le loup, lui plantant le fusil dans la gorge avec une telle violence que le canon ressortit de l’autre côté. Le loup-garou s’effondra, mort.

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Le Marquis, s’apprétant à détruire Lord Holmes, rencontre sa némésis, même s’il ne le sait pas encore…

Mais le Marquis de Carabas n’avait pas dit son dernier mot. Voyant l’état d’épuisement de Holmes, il sortit de la maison, et prononça l’incantation. A bout de forces, l’assassin fut jeté sur le sol, dans une explosion de sang. Il eut un dernier soubresaut, avant de s’écrouler sur le cadavre de sa victime poilue. Le Marquis retourna dans la bâtisse, évitant les tirs de la jeune femme vengeresse, éclatant de rire. Qu’elle ne fut pas sa surprise lorsqu’il vit que le Major Dreadful, la bave aux lèvres, se tenait fièrement devant la porte de derrière. Le Major ricana, et pressa la gâchette de sa Winchester. L’arme gronda, et le Marquis n’eut pas le temps de hausser le sourcil qu’il se fit arracher la jambe. Il hurla de douleur, mais dans un sursaut de cruauté, se jeta sur le gros fonctionnaire de Scotland Yard. Celui-ci eut un hoquet, écarquillant des yeux abasourdis en voyant la garde du sabre profondément fichée dans sa chair. L’elfe sourit et se retourna, chancelant, blessé, mais victorieux.

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Le Major tire, mais l’elfe est trop rapide…

La porte principale s’ouvrit, et son sourire s’évanouit lorsqu’il vit la jeune et fringante Miss Tickelnott dans l’entrebâillement. Il tenta de jeter un sort, mais l’arme alienne fut plus rapide, et le Marquis ne fut plus.

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Que les féministes se réjouissent, Miss Ticklenott est la plus forte !

Et j’ai gagné !

Voilà, j’ai donc eu l’honneur de gagner la deuxième partie test du jeu Smog 1888 !

Donc en conclusion, j’ai vraiment beaucoup aimé le jeu. Les concepts de bases sont assez difficiles à tous intégrer d’un coup, mais au bout d’une première partie, les mécanismes viennent tous seuls !

Les principaux atouts du jeu sont sa rapidité, les surprises qui découlent des cartes que l’on pioche, et son côté tactique, car il faut bien faire attention, non seulement en choisissant les divers personnages de sa ligue, mais aussi le nombre de cartes combats, tirs ou magies, au niveau des déplacements, des parades, bref d’un peu tout ! C’est beaucoup moins aléatoire que les jeux traditionnels avec les dés, et ce n’est pas pour me déplaire !

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L’équipe des vainqueurs, avec leurs cartes respectives…

Quant au prix des figs, qui apparaît comme assez rédhibitoire au premier abord, ce n’est pas vraiment un problème selon celles que vous prenez : un gros costaud (style Holmes, Zeels ou Treeves), un ou deux moyens (style Dreadful ou Ticklenott), et un faible pour les points qui restent (style Humpty Dumpty ou Piotr). Et puis, elles sont tellement belles que ça vaut le coup !

J’en ai d’ailleurs profité pour acheter Holmes, donc vous aurez le plaisir de le voir durant les prochaines semaines !

Du coup, je me ferai une petite force du Club, avec pas mal de membres, comme ça j’aurais accès à de la variété lors des parties…

Sont donc prévus : Holmes (acheté), Cornelius (acheté), Mister Honk (acheté), Major Dreadful, Miss Ticklenott, Professeur Sawbone, et peut-être les Dudley.

En espérant vous avoir convaincu sur ce jeu génial,

Grob’ emoticone 

 

Little Alice, Smog 1888

Plop ! emoticone

Me revoilà, désolé pour le vide, je suis en plein dans les oraux de concours…

Mais je continue à peindre, et voici la figurine de la gamme Smog « Little Alice », peinte lors du concours Slow painting du 29 mai, dans la boutique Uchronies Games !

Je n’ai pas gagné, mais c’était quand même une journée très sympa, et tous les participants ont gagné le chien Winston du Major Dreadful, donc merci à l’organisation !

 

Voilà ma figurine :

Little Alice, Smog 1888 dans Smog 1888 p5290010

Et les photos des autres et de la journée, prises par le gérant de la boutique (la qualité était au rendez-vous !) :

 http://img139.imageshack.us/g/p5290016.jpg/

http://img99.imageshack.us/g/p5290001.jpg/

Voilà pour aujourd’hui !

Bientôt, ma participation à la tour Warfo !

Grob’emoticone

PS : Plusieurs nouveaux liens en prime ! emoticone

 


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