Oldentown District Council Election

Who will you elect to sit on the District Council of Puffington Oldentown?

You are allowed to vote for several candidates at once and fill the form as many times as you like - we have an entire city district's worth of denizens to impersonate, after all!

The candidates have listed their goals and agendas in the Election Special of the Puffington Post newspaper. Study carefully before voting (or don't)!

This form remains open until 7.12.2018, exactly a week from now.

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Battle of Cometfall Plain

Sixth battle of the Twilight Prince campaign!

With 1500 points now at my disposal, the campaign is nearing its end as the second last battle kicks in. It is a game of Battleplan: Starstrike, in which my Freeguilders must fight the Maggotkin of Nurgle for the domination of objectives that fall onto the board on 2nd and 3rd battlerounds.

Since there was no short story to herald this battle, the beginning of this report will be a tiny bit more narrational than usual. These are narrative batreps, after all!

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After the Khornate attack on the Hygrian Altars had been thwarted, Captain Oswald Wesley had returned to the two scholars to hear the next destination of their journey. Both Gunmaster Fersen and Battlemage Rosengart claimed that the key they possessed would have to be 'empowered' before it could be used to enter the arcane dungeons. This feat could be accomplished by bringing the artefact up to a recently fallen star and absorbing the celestial orb's power.

Oswald knew what that meant. It was yet another perilous task for his company of Averbury recruits. He had known this even before he received the scout's report as they had been marching to the Cometfall Plain some leagues to the north: sightings of a daemon army marching up to meet them at the site.

Second Battle of the Hygrian Altars

Fifth battle of the Twilight Prince campaign!

My freeguilders have now climbed up to 1000 points in their second Matched Play battle of this campaign. This game was all about inflicting the most wounds on the enemy by killing their models. My (bad) luck was with me, as always, and I got paired with Blades of Khorne.

Yay?

1000p of Freeguild Guard, roughly 90 models, against a ton (pun intended) of Khornates. Sounds like a challenge!

Let's see how it went down...

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"So, the wizard was correct after all," Captain Oswald Wesley observed as the horizon filled with muscular barbarians crying out their devotion to Khorne.
"These buggers may be seeking to occupy these altars we just claimed. Or they just want our skulls. What do you reckon, Audrey?"
"Sir, I think–"
"Marvelous! So do I," he cut in, interrupting the young sergeant beside him.
"Our battleline must hold either way, we cannot let them get to the scholars now as they're planning their next move."

Case: Chobbin's Chamber Pots & Bits

MISSING!

The paychest of Chobbin's Chamber Pots & Bits

has been lost as it was being delivered to the

Oldentown Bank last night by my nephew.

The lad was walking somewhere around the 

neighbouring blocks when he got scared

by an astonishingly violent and aggressive

alley cat. He dropped the coffer and went hiding.

Whoever brings the coffer back to Chobbin's Chamber

Pots & Bits will be handsomely rewarded, as the butique's 

future depends on the discovery of the chest.

Please help!

Sincerely,

-Mark Chobbin

"Interesting..." Roderick mumbled into his longcoat's collar as he read then note on the wall. What an excellent chance to gain some fame and fortune for Usher's Investigations!  He tore down the note, folded it carefully and slid it inside his coat. He needed no competition on this case. His office must have the reward.

Gazing around if anyone else on the street had seen the note, Roderick pulled up his collar and walked away. He had been the first. He headed back to the office down at the corner of Grumblebeard District and Tumult Street. The Brothers would need to be rounded up for an immediate operation in southern Oldentown!

Warbands: Puffington Muffins & Puddings Militia

This warband belongs to VainVader, one of the partaking players in our Streets of Oldentown campaign. Check out his hobby blog diary to see what else he's up to. (But beware, the blog is written in Finnish – good luck reading that!)

Case: Sky-Port

Rough linen footwraps rustled on the cobblestones as the Brotherhood of the Absent Flame approached their destination. A dozen or so streetlamps fought moonlight for the dominance of the empty streets, their light painting the cobbles gold and silver. Shadows had grown long already, and none but the gong farmers and corpse-carts were moving in the alleys.

Investigator Roderick Usher had received a hint from one of his contacts in the Oldentown Sky-Port that an unregistered shipment had arrived just this evening. Brought in by an unremarkable duardin zeppelin and carried away by paid-off dockhands, the cargo was now waiting for its buyer outside the import dock warehouses. Unregistered, untolled and unguarded, the shipment was an excellent target for Usher's Unofficials. They needed tools to ply their trade, and rumour had it that the shipment contained weapons and black powder.

Too bad the Sky-Port warehouses were located in a night-time restricted area, guarded by City Watch patrols.

"We're close now, and the patrol won't be back for a moment," Father Eli Darenport whispered to Usher beside him as they turned yet another corner.
"The shipment should be here somewhere, outside warehouse thirteen... or eighteen. Hard to say," Roderick replied, turning the piece of parchment around in his hand and squinting.
"Michael's not especially good at handwriting. Might be why he's working at the Sky-Port docks to begin with."

They were accompaned by five Brothers this evening: Owen with his greathammer, Nash with his arquebus, Reece with his polearm, Ashton with his javelins and Adrian with his flail. It was the largest operation Usher's Investigation office had ever pulled off. They would need this shipment of weapons to arm the new fanatic followers Father Eli brought into the Brotherhood each week.

Puffington Post #12

Warbands: Usher's Unofficials

This warband belongs to Koltama, one of the partaking players in our Streets of Oldentown campaign. You're treading in his hobby stronghold right now.

Warbands: The Merry Muskrateers

This warband belongs to kuqry, one of the partaking players in our current Streets of Oldentown campaign. Check out more of his truly amazing work on his Instagram account!

Puffington Post #11

Forewarned

"Make way! Make way!"
A group of half a dozen halberdiers was pushing through the soldiers of Wesley's company. Oswald's men were now sitting and over a handful of campfires around the recently captured altars, effectively blocking the way to the ruins. The irregulars among them spat curses at the gold-armoured cohort pushing through the throng.
"Make way for the wizard!"

Battlemage Ernest Rosengart and Gunmaster Wolfgang Fersen walked with the halberdiers towards the altar ahead. After receiving word of Captain Wesley's success, Rosengart and Fersen had travelled to the site with all haste, eager to purify and verify the authenticity of the key they were carrying. The press of bodies got even thicker near the ruins as they went.
"Of all the captains we sent out there with their companies to seek out altars in Hysh, it had to be Wesley to find it?" Wolfgang muttered as the halberdiers pushed aside yet another militiaman who refused to give way.
"That man's not exactly known for warm welcomes."
"I... am just as agitated by the fact as you, Wolfgang. But... I do have faith in Oswald's skills. Just... look at how few men he lost in the attack," Ernest pointed out, nodding at the mass of men they were pushing through.
"A fair point," Wolfgang replied, looking around him and making silent calculations.
"Only a dozen or so missing. And you said they were fighting... seraphon?"
"That... is what the runner told me. Oswald... is a cold and efficient man, Wolfgang. We... would do well to remember that," Ernest summed up as they arrived at the altar.

Case: Ashensquare

There was a sudden knock on the office door that made Investigator Roderick Usher drop his tea. He pushed his armchair away from the oaken desk with a sigh, bending to scoop up the now-empty porcelain cup from the floor.
"Come in!" he barked, looking at the tea soaking into the crevasses in the office floorboards. The door opened, and closed. Rising back up, Usher met the gaze of a red-robed man with a high mitre upon his stern brow.
"Ah! Father Eli, how nice of you to pay a visit," Roderick smiled, placing his empty cup on the table.
"What news?"
"There was a fight at the warehouses last night. Words is, some contraband was brought into the city from the north by a new gang. Some vigilante locals had tried to stop them, it seems."
"You... You mean we've got a job?"

Father Eli Darenport rolled his eyes. The ex- Witch Hunter had done nothing since his dismissal except for putting up an office and sitting there, drinking tea. There had been no proper cases to investigate thus far, as Roderick was loathe to accept jobs from elderly people trying to find their belongings. The newly-founded Brotherhood of the Absent Flame still stood behind Usher, ready for anything. This private investigator had been the only one willing to drive the Brotherhood's ambitious goals.
"Yes, Roderick, we have a case. A friend of mine from the City Watch tipped me off on this one, asked us to look into it. Unofficially, of course," the priest said, holding the Investigator's gaze.
"Of course..." Usher replied, pushing himself up from his chair and turning to the bookshelf behind him. After a brief search he turned back to Eli and spread out a map on the desk. A map of the Oldentown District.

"Right... so there's been a mysterious shipment that's been smuggled into the city through the warehouse block," Usher mumbled thoughtfully, tracing his finger across the parchment.
"The nearest tollhouse there is that of the North Gate, which keeps the yet-untolled wares at..."
"Ashensquare," Father Eli cut in.
"That's right. After the day's work the tollhouse clerks pile up the goods there, safely away from the slums, leaving them under the responsibility of the nightwatches," Usher continued, getting visibly excited as he slammed his index finger down on the map.
"Then that is where we're headed! Are there any Brothers you can round up by nightfall?"
"Only the forester, Reece. He's working by day so he'll still be sober if I fetch him now, before he gets to the Goat's End for a pint."