Only,
this is not entirely true, as I did not die.
And
though I did not wake for many months, by the power of science my
vital spark was preserved, and in time my wounds healed.
Such
a creature could of course never be fit to be king, and rightly
fearing that I be left a vegetable, my fellows declared me
dead, and appointed my successor.
They
imprisoned me out of political necessity. Stripped of the power's of
my birthright, and left the grotesque caricature of a lunatic's
nightmare by my injuries, I found myself, though alive, unable to
live, and was consumed by a deep and terrible melancholy.
This
held me for many, many years, more than most men should be forced to
endure. For you see, though that Mesmerism and Galvanism that had
saved my life, I ceased to grow old as all other men grow old. For, though my
years advanced, they took no toll, and no illness could take hold of me.
Perhaps the most privileged prisoner
in all the world, I set about a life of quiet luxury, devoting myself
to reading and to study and to the hundred other pleasurable
trivialities that a man may enjoy about his home. But nothing could
lift the veil of sadness that besieged my heart.
That
was, until a new philosophy dawned upon me.
It came from no single place, nor at one time, nor did it come with any sense of metanoia, but in some far corner deep within my skull a this thought manifested; relieved of my worldly duties and responsibilities by death, I could do more than I could have ever done while living.
It came from no single place, nor at one time, nor did it come with any sense of metanoia, but in some far corner deep within my skull a this thought manifested; relieved of my worldly duties and responsibilities by death, I could do more than I could have ever done while living.
For
a lifetime and more I had observed the many evils of the world; the
political game, the eternal suffering of the common man, the rise of
godlessness, the folly of Empires. I had hated it, and bound by my
position as one of the greatest men on all the Earth, I had been
helpless to intervene.
I
knew well the minutiae of politics and kingsmanship, that delicate
interplay of cause and effect. How actions planned with perfect
scrutiny could send ripples across the world. With my reach and
influence there was perhaps no better man in all the world to set
about this endeavour. From the anonymity of the grave I could guide
Russia, no, all of humanity, into a better tomorrow.
Galvanised
with new resolution, I set about this design. Calling to those that
served me well in my previous life I gathered about me a company of
good men, and by our actions the world has been changed forever.
***
Hey All,
I do present the leader of my first 'In Her Majesty's Name' Company - The Ghost Tsar!
My Company has rolled quite naturally off the back of my Russian Colonial project - all I've done is added a few characters.
The model is a lightly converted 'Captain Leon' by FreeBooTer Miniatures. Its a really nice model with tons of detail and character, and is both sculpted and cast wonderfully.
Tsar has been about 90% done for ages, so all that I've done recently is touch up the dodgy bits, re-base him and give a good coat of matt varnish.
^ Leading a platoon of Storm Soldiers into battle
Here are the Statisitics that I've put together for him. I'm yet to actually play a game yet, so any opinions would be warmly received;
The Ghost Tsar
Statistics: Pluck: 2+, Fighting: +3, Shooting: +2, Speed: +0, Cost: 88
Talents: Duellist (Sabre), Numb, Fearless
Equipment: Plate Armour, All-Electric Limb Prosthesis, Blunderbuss, Pistol, Sabre
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The Lead Tally - 2014
Acquired: +58 Painted: +36 Total: -23
Excellent theme, looking forward to seeing more.
ReplyDeleteCheers. I'm hoping to get some painting done over the weekend. The Should have an update our two done during the week. Mm.
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Your blog puts mine to shame!
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