I totally forgot to blog here yesterday, but thanks to the magic of WordPress I can totally just set the date of this post to yesterday and none of you will ever know, mua-ha-ha-ha!
Well, except that I just told you, but whatevs.
So anyway, let’s lay out the litany of excuses that have kept me from posting on time:
1. The Rogue Trader Game. Cami’s starting a new campaign (only woman on Earth stretched more thin than I am!) and it’s really pretty freaking cool. I don’t have a huge amount of experience with 40k Roleplay – I’ve played a Dark Heresy game or two, but those were both run by my ex, meaning they lasted about two weeks IF we got through character creation. So last Saturday was my first time settling down with a character sheet and making someone tha’ts going to stick around for a little while. Might I introduce to you to my new tech-priest, Fifty-Six K?
56k was a normal human girl being raised in the Emperor’s beautiful technological paradise of Mars, and showed a great skill for tech use and archeotechnology from a young age. Rather than let her talent go to waste – or worse, considering how good she was with old-school technology – the Emperor’s finest inducted her into the tech-priest cult. Now, years later, she’s almost more machine than woman. Equipped with everything from electoo-incutors, a potential coil, and respirator units to a full servo-harness, equipped with manipulator, ocular, and ballistic mechadendrites, she’s taken a position on a ship as a mechanic. Now, the fact that pieces of the ship often seem to end up attached to her harness, well, that’s another story entirely. And all that archeotech knowledge? Well that’s forbidden, that is. And 56k? She’s just a talented mechanic with a knack for percussive maintence.
2. The Cami-Paign. Cami gives more homework than I do, honestly. So, I posted a couple weeks back about being tabled to a man during a 40k game. Once I got over my grumpyangerannoyance, I decided this is a good time for fluff. And boy, do I love fluff! I had to take a turn off to reorganize and “elect” (cough, bloodshed…) a new leder, and now he’s seized control, started raising a new Khornate force, and is getting ready to go trash those Slaaneshi jerks that destroyed the last army. Blood for the blood god, baby! Might I introduce you to my new warlord, Terathan?
Terathan might be the most patient Khornate warlord ever. He’s a firm believer that revenge is a dish best served cold. And having been a veteran of the long war, he understands the lightning speed and incredible dexterity of a Slaaneshi army. So once Terathan took out the competition (and subjugated some civillians…) he began to set up a new army base. Terathan takes his time, you see. No need to rally many men to throw at the Slaaneshi army like the pitious false emperor on his pathetic throne, made of gold instead of glorious skulls of fallen enemies. That is not how Terethan fights for Khorne. Terethan has now assembled a manufactorum, a new medicae, a bunker, a supply dump, and of course a shrine to the glory of the blood god. Terethan will march upon the Slaaneshi heretics soon, when his men are trained to wear the power armor of their fallen comrades and they have climbed into vehicles and onto bikes. Terethan’s army will have vengence, but Terethan understands that more blood for the blood god and more skulls for the skull throne will come from enemies with patience, and he does not wish to glory Khorne with his own men’s blood and skulls…yet.
3. My Novel. I’m one of those yet-unpublished-authors that’ll talk for years about their novel but isn’t really willing to show it to people until it’s done. Unless you’re my close friend, then please read it and tell me what you think. But I’ve been trying to work on it a lot lately. You know what’s weird? It takes a lot more time to revise than to write in the first place, especially if you’re making changes to characters or to the world as a whole. Me, I’m revamping a character. Might I introduce to you, Bretton?
Bretton began his life in my novel as a member of the town guard. He wasn’t native to the town – no one is – but he was a loyal guard. He used a crossbow for the defense of the town because of an old injury to his thumb that prevented him from pulling a bow. And that, aside from a couple of details I can’t reveal, pretty much summed up the character. I have been toying with ditching a character for ages, and if one was to go, it kind of had to be him. He didn’t take up a lot of chapters of narration, he did have one subplot that could easily have been given to someone else or combined with another character, and he generally didn’t add much to the story. So I thought initially that Bretton would be combined with another character. I wrote a couple chapters that way. And you know what? It just didn’t work out for me. So I decided that if I wanted to keep Bretton in the book, he had to be invaluable. And now he is. Bretton is the owner of a small general store in the town square. He’s still not a native to the town – no one is – but he’s a long-time resident and fair with his pricing and haggling. It’s not outside of his character to give food to a starving family during a harsh winter. He spends a fair amount of time at the local temple, for two reasons. The first is that he has to atone for many sins – not the least of which is a drink-and-tobacco habit – and also because the temple doubles as a hospital and Bretton has the fainting sickness. It’s chronic and the poor guy spends many a night there under the watchful eyes of the priest. When he leaves the town with his friends, his fainting sickness is not the least of their worries.
….and here’s how you feel:
… I’m jus’ sayin’.