
The newest Smog miniature, Lily watson, a companion to Lord Holmes.
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Brought by the Queen Titania to defend Buckingham Palace at the head of his regiment of Elven Hussars, the Marquis of Carabas is a haughty and disdainful officer. Yet, his sole presence is disturbing enough to muzzle most members of the Imperial Court. Intensely obnoxious, his temper makes him a real scourge to that society where appearances and impassive coldness are the only sacred rules. Nonetheless, he sometimes deigns to help members of the Club overrun by hostile forces.



Jeremiah digs and does it well. His masters, the Necromancers of London, agree to say he has the best shovel stroke. Sharp-eyed, he has an unmatched talent to spot a fresh grave at the darkest hour of the night and, protected from putrescent miasmas by his gazmask, unearth its defunct dweller. Faithful servant of the Cult, he is always on his guard against freaks from the Pit. Those twisted prowlers of London's most deserted corners can give him more trouble than his regular 'customers'.



Agents of the Dragon are among the most surprising Londoners. Predicting their actual character and abilities can prove hazardous for deception comes naturally to them. Who would indeed suspect the sweet and charming Mei Leung to be a powerful Opiumancer ? Master of one of Asia's most guarded secrets, she can shape Ether to summon the twelve legendary Spirits of the Smoke. As fragile as a petal of a rose, she blows lethal kisses.



Both innocent and cruel, their very nature makes the Faeries a regular nuisance to Londoners' everyday life. Yet, the Queen Victoria being away at Oberon's court, nobody dares to complain. Anyway, even Her Majesty couldn't help much : there is simply not enough space within a Faerie's mind for more than one and only thought or feeling at a time ! As for Major Dreadful, he would deprive himself of Tinkerbell's spying abilities for nothing, especially not for feeding Bismarck's gluttony...*Previously: Costumes based on Smog miniatures.









"I have seen the future. It's already here, carrying with it death and destruction. No one but me can see it but They are among us already. And I must stop Them. I stole the Brazen Bulls of Babylon, I discovered the secrets of Angkor Vat, I probed the mysteries of Eleusis, the Aztec priests tried to rip off my heart and Thuggees hunted me down a hundred days and a hundred nights... I am in London now, facing Them. Mankind's future is at stake."




The Pit is a strange and disgusting place. The Freaks rule in there, each one more horrid than the other. Sometimes amid this inhumanity, a child is born with a singular and dangerous beauty, like a firedamp flower with an iron stem. The Freaks fear and worship this child, calling him “Moonchild”. A lost soul roaming near places filled with suffering, it is said that crossing his path brings a curse upon the seer for seven generations of mutants.



The enemies of the Pit always make the same mistake, believing its members live in plain anarchy. The very existence of “The Thumb” and his ability to plan the attack on Buckingham Palace prove that nothing could be further from the truth. As “Underjudge”, he settles disputes on the Agora and rules the Whitechapel district. With his assistant Dolores Blackmoore, herself in charge of carrying out his ultimate sentences, he’s leading his crusade against tyranny with a fist of iron... So to speak.
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