Pulp Alley Leagues: The Cult of Chimera

Be careful what you say. They could be listening. They could be your husband, your brother your wife.  For the Chimera has many faces. Whom do they serve? What is their dark purpose? There are as many questions as the Chimera has faces.....
Yes, your standard faceless cult, but I have some fun ideas as my Pulp world unfolds. Their ranks are denoted by mask color. With a league this sizes, it makes it easy to see who's what.
First Alpha: In true pulp form, this cult's shadowy leader never enters the fray. Always pulling string from the dark. So Alpha is only a mission leader, a sidekick to the big bad hiding in the shadows.

Beta: Strongman

Gamma: Master of stealth

Delta: sinister swordsman

Episilon: Don't let his size fool you.

Zeta: Deadly shot.

The Omegas:

Pulp Alley Leagues: Pecos Pete & The Giddy Up Gang

Yes, that star of Radio and the new Talkies, Pecos Pete. Using his status as movie star and hero to millions of children, Pete, along with the Giddy Up Gang, can get into places others can't.

That's right, Pete is actually a spy. And, with his Network of Supporters, the brave Pecos Pete can get the job done. Thank goodness he's on our side.

Pecos Pete: A level headed guy and a steady hand with a shootin' iron. All around swell fella.

Little Bear: Faithful companion to Pecos Pete and tireless tracker. 
Like most actors playing Native Americans at the time, Little Bear is actually of Italian decent, but he puts up a good show for the kids. "Ugh. Heap good actor".

Black Bob: These were less enlightened times, thus the unimaginative name. Bob is stalwart chap, and good man to have in tight situations.

Sally Sagebrush. Also known as "Sureshot Sally" for her unerring aim. 

Gummy Joe: Scatter brained cavalry scout. Gummy Joe uses his goofy facade to trick villains into dropping their guard.

Black Powder ACW in 28mm

One of my favorite periods at my favorite scale. John brought the minis, I provided the table. Since every Thursday is basically a mini convention at my house, we used Black Powder. Quick to learn, quick to play and generally gives the right feel.

The scenario was a Union assault on the far left flank of Rebel entrenchments. The Rebs were outnumbered almost 2:1, but they had the works to defend, and an extra gun.
The Union attack faultered from the start. Our right (yes, I had to play the dirty Blue-bellies), sputtered to a halt. I'm pretty sure the Brigadier was drunk. The left closed too soon thanks to a blundered and was chewed up and spit out early. That left me with an uncoordinated attack in the center. The few that made it over the wall were decimated.

Meanwhile the REb cavalry was able to sweep in from behind (that's the way they like it!), and break up the right side of the attack.

As usual, a good game. We finished in about 2 hours. Might even get me painting some troops.

On an altogether sad note ( I don't Facebook, so this my shout out), long time friend of a few of us Basement Generals, Tom "Big Finger" Bajt passed away a few days ago. I knocked back more than a few last night in his honor.
Tom was born with a disfiguring disease that would have killed most people long ago. We grew up in a less PC time. He dealt with alot of crap. He could have let it get to him, bring him down. But instead, he turned out to be one of the most positive people I know. He was a fighter, and as such, surely Odin prepared him a table in Valhalla. Save me seat, pal.

Pulp Alley Leagues: the Nefarious Wu Fang

International criminal Mastermind, Wu Fang. Hunted by governments across the globe, but always one step ahead. Wu Fang is believed responsible for the theft of the Emperor's Stone, the kidnapping of Lord Smutts and recent bombings in Prague.

The Master himself (paint scheme stolen from Bob Murch)

Ping, Wu Fang's strong man

The deadly Lin Ling

Fu, leader of Wu Fang's nameless hordes...

Pulp Alley Leagues: The Grey Ghost & his League of Murdered Men

The Grey Ghost. A name only spoken in hushed whispers by the criminal underworld. A gray clad spirit of vengence, like a whisp of smoke he appears, striking down those villains who prey on the weak.
Together with his League of Murdered Men, those wretches supposedly killed by evil doers, he haunts the night, bringing justice to the unjust.
The Grey Ghost

Mercy, his chauffer and right hand woman. Indeed, many a criminal rather than face the Grey Ghost, have begged for "Mercy".

O'Malley. Irish street tough, left for dead by the O'Reilly mob, now ally to the Ghost.

Flannigan, Moretti and Schmidt. Each bring their own special talents to the war on Evil.

Pulp Alley Leagues: the Red Raptor

The first of many Leagues that will battle during my RECRUITs Pulp Alley game the first weekend in April.

Meet: The Red Raptor and his Sky Hunters

The Red Raptor himself is a mystery. A phantom ace who rids the sky of pirates and villains. Few know his motives. His prowess in the air is only matched by skills on the ground. The Raptor is a crack shot, and a deadly brawler.

Ace, the Red Raptor's closest companion. Ace has saved the Raptor many times. His canine hearing has warned the Raptor of incoming sonic rockets long before impact, while his uncanny intelligence has spoiled many villain's ambush.

Roxy. The only pilot a alive a match for the Raptor. Good things she's on our side!

Pappy. The Red Raptor's mechanic and long time friend. But even he doesn't know the Raptor's true secrets....

Curtis. Deadeye member of the Sky Hunters.

Tex. Boisterous and loud, a counterpoint to the Raptor's quiet demeanor.

Finally, Mags. Young, but already a great pilot. Her secret love for our Hero can only end tragically.

More to come!

Orders to Eagles

The Basement was jam packed last night, despite the icy roads. Nine people showed as Nick put on his 10mm Napoleonics and it looked great. Two photos survived the cat knocking the camera off the bar to the floor. Hoping Nick can send more. His rules will soon be commercially available. Anyway, here's the valiant Prussians fending off the French hordes.

I had themed beers, Kronenbourg for the French:

 and Stiegel for what I thought was to be Austrians, and later turned out to be Prussians.
So there, Lead Addict, bad intel on both our parts.
Either way, most of generals were thoroughly lubricated. Nice way to spend a cold evening.