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Writing Number 3

When one has tread into the depths of both the criminal underworld and the occult, a sixth sense, an intuition is born. It was with this intuition that Zalam, newly awoken from a dream that he can only describe as fantastical and likely prescient in some fashion, that Zalam found himself with the strange desire to take a walk in the cold, damp air in the middle of the night.

At first, he thought about the dream. But he could make neither heads nor tales of whatever meaning was intended for him through the vision.  And when he hit the cold air, his intuition served him yet again as he saw visitors approaching in the middle of the night. Zalam secreted himself so as to not disturb these visitors and to yet observe their passing.

To his surprise, it was Lothar and a young, foreign girl. Zalam’s eyes followed the young girl. It was readily apparent that all was not what it seemed with her. As they passed Zalam, it seemed like she even saw him hiding in the darkness while Lothar was oblivious. And to Zalam’s surprise they entered not only the inn but went directly to Zalam’s room.

Zalam followed them, as they returned to their horse unable to find their objective who was at this point watching them and doing his best to listen to any clues as to why they sought him in the middle of the night. And son the most intriguing of discoveries. The young woman was dressed in clothes that certainly did not seem like they matched the cold. And he could not see her breath in the cold air no matter how hard he squinted. Lothar’s was readily apparent, but hers was nowhere to be seen.

At this point, Zalam made a choice. He revealed himself to inquire as to why they sought him. In truth, it did not matter what they said. He would seize on it for a chance to investigate this girl. Intuition can be a shockingly powerful thing. Who would know that with that one decision, Zalam would come face to face with the puissance he desires so greatly?

And so Zalam found himself in Castle Giovanni, a depraved manse in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the depravity, the young girl, Nouri, revealed her true nature to him. Nothing could have prepared him for such a revelation! He knew how dangerous his situations was.  How could he not? But his goal was so close. And so he followed Nouri into the depths of the castle.

He was not disappointed. He saw monsters the like of which he hadn’t imagined could truly exist. He even incurred the wrath of one such monster only to have its hand stayed by one who calls himself Augustus. And what did Zalam learn of Augustus? He was in possession of everything he desired! Power over death! Mystical power over the dead! How could Zalam not crave what Augustus demonstrated? But Augustus laughed and denied Zalam this future that he wanted.  And after Augustus performed a divination of Zalam’s future, Zalam was left with one word, one name: Yocalo before he was rendered unconscious.

Old man, I hope you are one day in a position in which Zalam has something you desire. Then Zalam can merely chuckle and announce that such things are not for you.

Writing Number 2

And we continue with more of Zalam’s impressions of his companions:

 

Zalam was not disappointed. Meeting more of the soon to be Gala’s guests has been a special pleasure for Zalam. He wonders at just what individual can bring together such a disparate group. He looks forward to meeting Claudius Giovanni.

First, there is the Local. He has all the bearings of the these moldy country lords, while likely not exactly one of them himself. Zalam cares little for this little lord. But his friend? The one that we shall refer to as the HIdden?

At first, the HIdden seemed like a run of the mill, foreign noble. But to Zalam’s surprise, his mask was jarred loose by another of the guests, the Roman.  During the evenings festivities, the Roman told a captivating story of a fallen noble, one whose heart matched Zalam’s. The Hidden reacted poorly to this tale. It seems the Roman was sharing with others the tale of the Hidden’s past.  The hidden was quick to denounce and attempt to extricate himself from this portrait of the Roman’s, but if it proves truthful, Zalam should like to make the Hidden’s aquaintance.

The Roman. A man who seemed more interesting than he turned out to be. Zalam thought initially that the Roman might prove to be something of a kindred spirit or at least a potential ally. But who should think that when he was revealing the HIdden, he revealed himself to be upright, boring, and utterly uninteresting. At least there is the Slave.

The Slave harkens from Zalam’s home state. Zalam seems this one as dangerous. If this one truly was one of the devout, how could he coexist with this group of miscreants? Especially the Entertainment. Should the Slave recognize the not so hidden Entertainment, Zalam could find himself on the losing end. He must occupy this Slave’s sight. He must serve to hide his companions.  Otherwise this Slave might prove troublesome.

It is with this in mind that Zalam helped the Entertainment pursue his fiendish pleasures. It is with this in mind that he kept the Slaves attention on himself rather than any of his other companions. And it is with this in mind that his eyes secretly follow the Slave.

Writing Number 1

I have been slacking in that I have not posted my writings like I said I would. Here is the first writing:

The night was cold and damp. For Zalam, away from his creature comforts and servants, it was a time to reflect on his purpose for accepting the invitation of Claudius Giovanni.  Why accept this invitation to go to the middle of nowhere and risk his life for a ridiculous part in the middle of nowhere? After all, Zalam is not stupid. He has heard of the horrors that await an unwary traveler on the roads in this moldy, old country.

But Zalam was nothing if not ambitious. He holds high hopes of becoming something far greater than a criminal, even one high up on the food chain in the criminal world. Earthy pleasures and comforts were close to meaningless to him. They served more to establish an image in other’s eyes rather than for his amusement. So why accept this invitation?

In a word, intuition. Zalam has attempted to cultivate his understanding of the shrouded occult. And when an opportunity comes knocking, one that tickles his deepest pursuit, he will not be found wanting. And then there are his “companions” on the journey. They have cemented his belief in the fact that this journey is beyond the pale and not a simple debauched party.

There is the Dealer in antiquities that shows a devout exterior. He passes off forgeries and blasphemies to those that know no better. Even though the dealer believes himself to be hidden and above reproach, to Zalam his tricks are obvious and entertaining. Surely this dealer doesn’t think that he has been invited because he has some legitimate reliquaries for sale? After all, if Zalam sees through him he thinks it likely that others, like their host, will as well.

Then there is the Entertainment. With Zalam’s past, it is easy for him to recognize a true killer, especially one that does little to hide his nature.  And he is also a guest invited to this gala. Zalam sees in this one a kindred soul to a certain degree. And he also sees one who is experienced with death as he is, one who has caressed the dying to see their last breath up close. What observations he must have! He will use this one to further his own understanding.

And then there is Lothar Giovanni, the one that invited them. His mask is easy to penetrate. He is no less a killer than the Entertainment or Zalam. One like this serves a master who in turn had invited this group of miscreants. Why should Zalam not be intruiged?

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Oh man, I really just can’t get enough Age of Sigmar. I swore up and down I’d never go back to GW. I got rid of all my models. I gave away all my paints. I did the gamer 12 steps or something, I dunno.

I was fucking burned forever.

But now, it appears, I am back.

I guess I know how it happened. I’m a romantic sort. I’m the kind who is overly likely to get into a mood and sit around on a rainy day looking out the fucking window and mulling over a broken relationship with a girl who hasn’t thought of me in years. I have a maudlin sensibility in that way.

I think that’s why I ended up in so many goth clubs over the years, listening to brokenhearted songs for brokenhearted people. But even now I’m romanticizing the whole damn thing.

I guess that the truth is that I have a taste for toxic relationships.

Here I was back on my feet after years and years of clean, sober, Games Workshop free living. Ah yeah, it felt good. “Why not play some Infinity?” I thought to myself. “I’m fine. It will be fine. Things are different now. I’m different now.” Classic rationalization.

So I started playing Infinity with Young Dustin the Paladin and Full Metal Ben. The rules are tight. The rules let you do practically anything you think of. The ruleset is dynamic. The model range is great. The model range is attractively affordable. The lore is pretty rad. Narrative play could be a thing.

It was a good relationship! A perfectly fine, healthy relationship. And what did I do? I fucked it all up.

You see I just couldn’t stay away from those damn GW models.

When I lived in LA and I was broke as fuck, I used to go to this walk in clinic where I got free health care because I worked at Whole Foods. The clinic was across the street from a GW store. Of course.

I had to ride the bus back then, I wasn’t making enough money as a grocery checker to support a car. So I would arrive 20, 30 minutes ahead of my scheduled appointment and walk to the clinic, crossing the street and pressing my face against the the glass like some kind of asshole, always thinking “I wonder if I could go back?” Then I would cross back across the street and go to the doctor.

I watched a lot of stuff happen through that window, new 40k boxed sets. The End Times. I made it inside a few times and mostly found it to be as eye-roll inducing as I remembered from back when I thought a hot way to spend Saturday night was to hit up the GW store at the local mall, and then head over to an independent hobby shop called Warboss games after the mall closed. But there were some rad new Chaos models out. Stuff I couldn’t help but imagine in Nurgle’s Rot green, trimmed with Corpse Flesh White.

It was just too damn expensive though. If I couldn’t afford a car inn LA, a city where you need a car to get ahead and bus life kills you slowly, a death by a thousand cuts, I couldn’t afford a Death Guard army (with the Forge World shoulder pads, Land Raider doors and Spaced Armour newb.)

So here I am in the present. I have a girlfriend. A car. TWO dogs. And a job that pays for everything and leaves some money left over to feed my various addictions. And I find myself walking back and forth in front of the Age of Sigmar stuff whenever I’m down at my local hobby joint, Game Depot, in Tempe Arizona.

The thing that kept me out was the thing that kept a lot of people out I guess. GW bungled the rollout in a big way. No one understood the concept of the game. It seemed like some kind of bullshit free for all. All the weird new names, the way that it seemed like there were only going to be four armies. Four pages of rules. It didn’t look like anything I had ever seen before and so, of course, I hated it.

But as they kept rolling out the new armies, books and kits I kept coming back to look. There was definitely something going on here. Something beneath the surface that wasn’t immediately apparent. The game started to reveal itself and I started to get excited.

I ran playing by a couple of the old standby foolios. The guys who were always down back in the day. They were not down. They convinced me for about two weeks that it was a huge mistake. For about 7 days I was educating myself on Kings of War. I almost bought in.

Then one day, I had my buddy Ben Mandall over to record a podcast. Like me he is the kind of guy who is always looking for new games. He’s the kind of guy who is always recruiting. After the episode was in the bag he hit me and Full Metal Ben up. He had a hardsell for Age of Sigmar and he wanted us in. Mostly he wanted someone to split a starter set with him.

From that moment, I was in. I fought it for another day or so, but within the week I was back down at Game Depot splitting a starter box with Mandall.

So, I’m back.  And I’m having a great time. I’m not going to sell you the game. If you want someone to do that I highly recommend Dan Heelan’s podcast Heelanhammer out of the UK. It sold me AoS and now I’m a devoted listener as well as player.

Once you’ve been converted I have two more recommendations for you. While Heelanhammer is probably the best Age of Sigmar podcast. The Black Sun is my hands down favorite. It’s also one of my favorite podcasts, period. I’ll let you mull over the difference, that discussion is for another time.

Also, you should consider giving a listen to The Lost Lighthouse podcast: Age of Sigbrah. Gary talks about Nagash a bit too much perhaps, but otherwise it’s a great show. I’ll put some links below.

So, that’s me and AoS. Maybe I’ll see you out there.

#OnlyTheFaithful!!!

http://heelanhammer.com/

http://theblacksun.co.uk/

The Lost Lighthouse URL defies copying. Connect below:

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