Musings and Meanderings

No club night tonight as my Frostgrave opponent is ill, so Lady Jane's treasure hunters will have to wait to get their time in the limelight. Instead I've been thinking about painting some more Necromunda miniatures - specifically a House Ulanti courtier and her Mirror Mask bodyguard, and a second Rogue Doc. The figures are undercoated, and just need me to actually paint them... so that didn't happen. Instead I spent much of today playing Mechwarrior 5: Mercenaries.

Thunderbolt TDR-5S 'Claymore' 65t Battlemech

I am, as usual, commanding the mercenary outfit MacLeod's Light Horse (abbreviated as MLLH) and am currently enjoying stomping around in the above heavy 'mech. It's got as much armour as I can fit onto it, an LRM-20 with three tons of ammo, a Large Laser on the right arm, and three Medium Lasers in the left torso. Two double heat sinks and three single heat sinks keep it nice and cool, and I've given it the jazzy 'loud MacLeod' style parade scheme. The rest of the unit's 'mechs are green with white detailing. I stripped out the MGs and their ammo because they're basically just asking to explode, and the SRM went because I prefer to do my fighting at LRM-range when I can. So far we've spent much of the time wandering around Davion space fighting Kuritans, Capellans, pirates, and various local government forces, usually in the pay of the Davions but not always.

Yesterday I mentioned I'd talk about the Call of Cthulu campaign I'm playing in, run by my long-time big game opponent S who I've been playing games with a couple of times a year since about 2005 - damn near 20 years thinking about it. Anyway, I'm playing this fine gentleman:

This is a real person that I found on the internet when searching for 1920s people

Professor Oliver Wayland MC, veteran of the Sudan and WW1 with the Warwickshire Regiment. Currently running around the marshes of Walberswick on the Suffolk coast tangling with Deep Ones in the company of a few investigators who were curious about a weird bone... matters rather accelerated when, after much pottering around talking to people and being suspicious of oddly piscine featured sorts in the local Post Office, Prof Wayland and friends encountered a Deep One at a farm and, wartime reflexes not dulled by a couple of years in a study, he shot the Deep One with his trusty Webley mk VI revolver. A couple of rounds of .455 Webley sorted that creature's hash!

The only problem is, um, that might not be a crime... but when his chums shot the accompanying fish-featured villager in the leg with a 20-gauge and then set fire to part of the farm, that's definitely going to cause some interesting conversations with the law. The next session or two are going to be quite fraught, I feel.

Tomorrow I'm going to be out all day as I'm going to go and see Cheap Dirty Horse in Birmingham in the evening, so probably no updates again until Wednesday.