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Saturday, 26 October 2013

Wheels in motion. An interlude.

Translated from German.

"I am disappointed Herr Fischer. Not only am I not in receipt of the device but word reaches me the the boy has now seen it. I can only hope that you have a tight leash on the old man."

"How could we have anticipated the inconvenience of the American bootleggers Frau Lehrer? They are so unpredictable."

"Perhaps I could forgive you the Americans, but the my sources tell me that the British are also now involved somehow. If I discover that it is due to your carelessness then you will wish you had not disappointed me; for a very long time.

Take Herman and one of his Deutscher Orden. Find out where my machine. You may use any means necessary as long as the authorities trace it back to the bootleggers or some other criminal menace.

Do not make a mess of this like you did at the docks.

Oh, and Fischer, when you have located throughout device, you may find the airship and it's captain that so embarrassed you and make amends.

That is all."

"Yes Frau Lehrer. I will not fail you again."

Fischer departs. Moments later after a brief exchange of pass and counter pass phrases, bakelite receiver pressed to her ear, colour draining from her already pale features;

"Yes Mine Herr, Fischer has been dispatched to take care of the matter. It is a minor setback only. We still have the alchemist."

A short pause.

"No Mine Herr, It will not happen again."

Downtown Chicago at the pizzeria belonging to legitimate businessman Sal Stachetti.

"Whadda ya mean some jerry's shot up the Icepick 's warehouse? You wiseguys better not be messing with me."

"No boss, they was shouting in German and one of em has some kinda funky metal armour. Like that Ned Kelly guy."

"So who got Icepick's gear? If not these krauts who was it."

"We don't know Mr. Stachetti. Angelo's boys are looking into it. Trying to track down that airship. The Black Belly or something."

"Well when you find em you tell em they work for me. You got me? "

" Yes Mr. Stachetti sir."

"Good boy Tony. Good boy. Now get outta here!"

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Ticking over nicely

So this is a really late update. Sorry chaps but those of you involved know the score.

The most recent episode in the 20's dieselpunk adventure Engines of Progress started where we left off the previous session. Young Lester hanging precariously from a packing crate of unknown content amid a Chicago docklands warehouse inferno.

Luckily his companions managed to pin down the Austrian mercenaries (Amelia) and haul the crate out of harm's way (Jack) using the the might of the floating passion wagon the Black Betty.

It must be mentioned that during the daring escape and subsequently the "Uncle Jack's a Jerk Face" aspect of Lester 's got a fair amount of action as the flight to an air dock on the other side of the city is chilly when you are still hanging onto a crate. More so when the flight is faster due to the tuned up engines that you worked on. Some respite was gained by sticking his head into a somewhat jagged and splintery hole in the side of the crate.

Once Lester had warmed up and thawed out the team decided to bust open the crate which they had discovered bore the mark of the Austrian imperial eagle at one end.

On discovering that the content was some kind of advanced galvanic engine caution was thrown quickly to the wind and the the resultant sound effect of the thing starting up startled the cat who clawed my wife and spilled coffee across the gaming table.

Chastened and a bit sticky I decided to stick to using my words in future.

After some heated debate it was finally decided that the beautiful and fragrant Amelia should store the contraption in her vault until they could decide what to do with it. Leaving our heroes once again far more questions than answers a crate or two of liquid lightening fuel and a truckload of moonshine belonging to the evil and possible mad Icepick O'Brien.