peachpunk
I'm a software designer in Boston,MA who enjoys wargaming, painting, good food and better beer.
Back to work
Hey guys, I was pretty burnt out after putting together some props you might have seen on display at Warhammer Fest this past month, and while I missed doing the comic each week I needed some time to recover and, more importantly, knuckle down on my day job and tidy my life back into order.

Having also caught back up on the comments- I'm not going to reply to them piecemeal, but I'd like to gently remind anyone who's interested that I do this as a labor of love around a full-time job and other commitments. It takes me upwards of 14 hours a week to produce these, but I do it because I love the community and want to give back.

Please lend me your patience when my life needs to take precedent, and try to remember I'm not asking anything from you in return.

That's all, schedule will resume as normal until chapter end.

P.S. - It's my birfday this week. Hooray
@NotHolt: Talon: Bolts are expensive, yo!
Flying frak
Good news and bad news time. Good news is I may see some of you at Warhammer Fest week after next! Bad news is if the US laptop ban rolls into effect this week, as the news has been going around, there's no way in hell I'm bringing my tablet with me.

Between something I'm working on (and can show you guys soon!) and being unable to work on comic stuff for a week, I'm going to give this coming week a miss and post on the monday of the week following. After that you can expect a return to the regular schedule.

See you at fest!
Dave was kind enough to supply the contents of his old msg to Jon, of which I'll share the relevant stages now.

Stage 1: Character must test against a Difficult (-10) Toughness each day the blessing is worn or upon exposure to raw Nomen material. Max 1 test/day. -10 for each level of machine trait. If character succeeds at 2 successive saves, he is immune to all subsequent exposures. The character develops a craving for raw meat, iron supplements, the occasional spoon, and confusing feelings for the platoon’s chimera.
The disease will progress to the next stage in 10 days- 1 for each degree of failure of the toughness save.


Stage 2: Character must test against a Challenging (-20) Toughness, Hard (-30) forbidden lore Heretek allows for a character with tech use or medicae to assist. -10 for each level of machine trait. If character succeeds at 3 successive saves, he has successfully fought off the infection and is immune to all subsequent exposures. If he fails a save, the character begins to lose hair and appears gaunt, though somehow rapidly gains weight. He is also subject to the following effects:
-10 agility, machine trait 1
The disease will progress to the next stage in 10 days- 1 for each degree of failure of the toughness save.

Next stages will be revealed later on, whether Brinton will have found them applicable or not will be a mystery for now.
Well that's not healthy
When this bit of the game came up, Jon had been given a handy table by Dave explaining - on the sly - some of the stuff that was happening to Brinton. There's no harm in tossing it up here, so I'll see if I can track it down between today and next week's release.
Saint Brannicus :: DOMINION
From Page 16, Dark Heresy : Church of the Damned

<img src="http://eagleordinary.smackjeeves.com/files/brannicus.JPG" width="100%">

Did I ever mention the writing in the Dark Heresy books was top notch? Because it is. Check out the entry on the Infantryman's Portable Transcription Device in DH e2 if you've got the manual.
@the guy that likes webcomics: Fuzz restored! Along with the disciplinary marks I forgot.
Cool Stuff!
If you've not checked out Warhammer's new website yet, do it! You might recognize some familiar work in the last two sections! :)

Also, new edition news and tons of other goodies of course. Feels like a 40k renaissance! What a time to be alive.
Also, Brinton may not have been my PC, but I still adore him, so have a sappy music video with a vocalist I think looks almost exactly like him.

<iframe width="100%" height= "400px" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MwpMEbgC7DA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
@Talancir: Talon: I'm not a dad! I'm only 22! We were in transit a long time and the food was good, okay?! My bod is fine!! Stop looking!
Marching Onward
The majority of my side-work is out of the way and I'm finally going to get to catch up on my buffer in the next few weeks, and just in time! We're approaching the last thread of this chapter and things will be heating up!

Speaking of heating up, the two hotties at the clothes line are one M.Sgt Kijen and Lt. Krast, visiting from the EO Forums for a tiny cameo. You have SilverRuby to thank for them ending up on laundry duty! There's going to be more opportunities for closer cameos coming up soon too, so hopefully I'll be able to do them more justice in the future. :)
@Fenstrum: Wait- YOU took him!? Don't you dare strip him! I spent like a whole hour painting him! He's perfect!
@Cpt. Johannes Wyss von Krieg: As much as I'd like to pretend it was me, I have a feeling my host was just updating their mysql version or some other misc. server maitnence. Should be good to go now!
@Cpt. Johannes Wyss von Krieg: I'll look into it as soon as I get to my desk!
@Gonfrask: Hobbs: Where for art thou, Yarrick?
Talon: STOP.
Better than Paperwork
<img src="http://eagleordinary.smackjeeves.com/files/c3p1o7.jpg" width="100%">

This is one of the few bits of roleplay from the game I actually still have, and it still blows my mind that he went with it. Friggen Holt is the best. Here, have a excerpt of the original thing, unedited from it's posted-to-each-other-periodically-on-mobile form, so excuse the rough edges. We'd never thought we'd be sharing it with thousands of folks years later.

You'll note Brinton wasn't originally there- we ended up changing some things around for narrative's sake.

----

David
Talon catches Ruce eyeing Brinton quietly for a moment before the grin returns to his face as they make their way towards the officers' quarters. Once inside, the halls seem far emptier than just days before. Pvt.s Mojgan and Raggadot stand at attention outside of the room and snap Talon a quick salute before stepping aside. Hobbs sits feet up at the desk swirling a glass of wine. He shoots an obvious wink to Ruce, then a subtler one to Talon as Ruce begins to eye the cellar door and the heavy lock and chain it has been fitted with. A soft scrabbling sound emanates from the wine cellar. Hobbs gets to his feet and snaps a salute before tossing Talon a large key before excusing himself and his glass of wine from the room. "He seems like a trustworthy fellow, how long has he been hanging out with your friends?"

Kaiser
Talon couldn't help but admire the efficiency of it all, nodding to Hobbs on the way past as he caught the key out of mid air. "Who? Private Hobbs?" He asks absently, fidgeting with the lock. "He was assigned to watch duty a while back, the Unseen Sons have proven themselves indispensable on our recon missions."

David
Out of the corner of his eye, Talon sees Ruce's face go grey as he begins fiddling with the lock, "I've had the chance to speak with them on occasion, seem like a standup sor- wait, thought you said he killed a gaurd... You uh.. You haven't... has it, I mean, he been confined to quarters in there? Or has he been wandering around h- frak!" Ruce jumps as the scrabbling from the cellar is replaced by a shriek "HELLO FRIENDS, WOULD YOU LIKE A BLESSING OF THE OMNISSIAH"

Kaiser
((Talon: Oh my throne
((fuck,a ahahaha
Talon has to slap a hand over his own mouth as he tips his head down the ladder. "D-don't worry. He's quite harmless. Hasn't hurt a fly."

David
"Of course... just a crazy old man, but why the lock then?"

Kaiser
"There's something about him that's odd, we're till questioning him, but he's not forthcoming."
still*
"But, you wanted to speak to him was it? I've my errand to run, just don't head down there and you should be fine."

David
Ruce barely holds back a wince at the sound of a soft scratching from the other side of the door, ".....FRienDS??"
He forces a smile, "Got it, heh, definitely seems like I won the bet though, crazy old man..."

Kaiser
((Talon: Holy shit, Holt.
((Talon: You missed your calling in holopict acting

David
((He knows

Kaiser
Talon heads over to where Hobbs had lingered, taking him by the shoulder. "Anything else you needed to ask him, or are you done?"

David
"...Actually, mind if I take a quick look at him?"

Kaiser
"A look?" He glances back, brow perking.

David
"If you don't mind, kind of curious what the poor old fella looks like."

Kaiser
"You're free to, if you like. But I should probably warn you... guy's got a knack for handing out pendants that make their owner's hair fall out. We're suspecting it's some sort of tech-plague, we're still looking into it."
"But if I were you, I wouldn't get close."

David
((Fellowship
((Or deceive

Kaiser
((31 under 65 base, or 75 if deceive
((Talon's just too much of a good lucking brute to be the sort to tell a lie, of course
((A commissar's word is golden

David
He gives an almost imperceptible nod at that and wipes his hands on his trousers, even though he has yet to touch anything in the room, "I'll leave that last bit out when I make it back. Thanks for the hand Talon, I'll be sure to send one of the bottles of Amasec your way."

Kaiser
"Cheers." Talon smirks at him and nods his head, waiting besides Hobbs for him to take his leave.

David
Hobbs silently eyes Ruce as he briskly walks away, waiting until the sound of his boots fade, "Would've had an extra glass ready if I'd known it was him coming. He's the fella who dropped these off for us." Hobbs pats a new looking, modified pattern las pistol on his belt."

Kaiser
"Well well well." Should have thought as much." Talon turns, heading back over to the cellar door to squat down at the edge of it. "Nicely done, Sir. I think you missed your calling in the holofilms."

David
"Not another word Commissar. Now the door, if you would be so kind"

Kaiser
Talon undoes the latch and opens it up, extending a hand down to him. "Looks like we just found one of our rats, he was pretending to be a naval officer out of Scintillia, but I bet you anything he's with the trader."

David
Holt grasps Talon's hand, a bottle of amasec firmly gripped in the other and a lho stick between his lips, "Excellent work, although I think it's safe to say the lieutenant may have to change his quarters for a short while."

Kaiser
Talon pulls him up, looking over the robes with the slightest hint of a grin before closing the cellar door with the heel of his boot. "The cog's good, goes with the eye. Every think of converting?" He glances back to Hobbs. "That guy? Ruce? Get to know him, make him think we're in his pocket. I want to know where he's going, where he's been, and where he's planning on taking a shit."
"...metaphorically speaking."

David
Hobbs drains the last of the amasec from the glass before taking a bow and stalking after Ruce. Holt tosses his bundled disguise out the door to Ragaddot and turns to Talon, "I believe the expression I had used had included Not, Another and Word." The scar makes it hard to tell if it's a grin or a grimace. "In any case, this certainly was illuminating. Make whatever preparations you deem necessary, I shall be reporting to Ordinate Krugarmann. Tell the lieutenant to included these, expenditures *glancing at the empty glass on the desk and bottle in his hand*, in his next requisition request."

Kaiser
Talon's back straightens instantaneously, his half-open mouth pursing while he made a -zip- gesture across his lips. The junior commissar's head bobbed in affirmation at Holts orders, and though his lips were sealed- he couldn't help but crack the slightest smile. He looked nearly in tears from the effort of trying to keep it together, something particularly funny having struck him.

David
Holt's good eye narrows at Talon, "Good day then, /Junior/ Commissar." As he breaks eye contact and marches out of the room, his grin/grimace appears to widen.

Kaiser
Talon clears his throat and tilts his head down, sheepishly averting his gaze. "Thank you sir, truly, that was rather excellent. Felt like I was pulling one over with my brother again."
"Didn't think I had much shenanigans to be had without him."

David
Holt pauses at the door, "I suppose that was meant as a complement. That was indeed somewhat exciting, but courage here *pats bolt pistol* shall be waiting if word gets out of our little ruse." As Holt leaves he looks back and closes his good eye for a moment. The scar makes it hard to tell if it was a wink or a threatening blink.

Kaiser
((he named it Courage... Oh. Holt.))
((bless him.

David
((Subtle he is not

Kaiser
Talon couldn't help but grin as he nodded. "I suppose I'd better go murder hobbs then, just in case." He muttered to himself, following Holt out and making off to the mechanicus sanctuary. Quietly, he muttered a prayer, he didn't know how much more intrigue he could handle in one day. /I thought I was signing up for line morale, not the bloody Inquisiton. They should pay me more./ Talon moped glumly
@the guy that likes webcomics:
Still under construction, stuff is up, forum is up, about is stealth up in that I'll be working on it a little today. Now that adepticon is over I can finally hammer out the rest.

As for your other question, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Didn't we kill this guy already?
When I think about scenes I'm looking forward to drawing from the original game, this one ranked up there in the top 3. So I'm excited to finally be drawing it. Sometimes my favorite sets sneak up on me!
@Baldur: Well... That's seems about right.
The Stuff Section is Open!
Both the Coloring book and Cosmos have been uploaded to the Stuff page, along with all our prior downloads! Check it out!

Now, as I've only just gotten back from Adepticon and am entirely wiped, I'm going to go make myself dinner and pass on out. Report on how it all went will come later!

Also, your normal comicing schedule resumes next monday for the foreseeable future. Enjoy! :)