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Olá Leitor!

 

Este artigo é a versão em inglês do “Papocon Imaginária – Uma Fenda no Espaço-tempo”.  Clique o link para conferir o artigo em português!

 

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Hello Reader!

 

Playing miniature games is always our escuse to meet, so, as usual, with Marcos coming to visit Brazil it was high time we organized something to get together with our friends in Sao Paulo and play a couple games.

 

Last time we had Marcos around we held the 1st PAPOCON, the first meeting from the do Papo de Mesa Podcast (the podcast me and Marcos host) held at the “Clube Paulista de Wargames” (the Sao Paulo wargaming club), so it was natural to think about holding the 2nd PAPOCON this time… but the hard truth is that the podcast isn’t being published as often as we’d like as we’re struggling to find the time to record and edit new episodes, so calling this meeting a PAPOCON was almost like salting our own wounds .

 

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Hello Reader.

This article is the Portuguese version of the “Imaginary Papocon – A Breach in Spacetime”. Click the link to read the article in English about our most recent gaming gathering, held in Sao Paulo, Brazil, on the 18th, 19th and 20th of March, 2016.

 

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Olá Leitor!

 

Jogar bonequinhos é sempre a desculpa que usamos para nos encontrar, então, como de costume, com uma nova visita do “Ultra”Marcos ao Brasil é claro que tínhamos que organizar algo para nos reunirmos.

 

Da última vez rolou a 1ª PAPOCON, o primeiro encontro do Papo de Mesa Podcast (programa do qual somos hosts) sediado lá no Clube Paulista de Wargames, então era natural que tivéssemos a 2ª PAPOCON… mas a verdade é que o Papo de Mesa Podcast anda estacionado diante da falta de tempo para editar e gravar novos episódios, então chamar esse encontro de PAPOCON parecia meio despropositado.

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Hello Reader.

 

Continuing our sequence of “Road to Mordheim” articles today’s article focuses on the creatures I knew I’d have in the Warband ever since I decided to have a Vampire Counts Warband, and as the title of this article implies, no I’m not talking about vampires.

 

If you’ve read my first article in this series you know by now my Warband focuses on a Strigoi vampire, sent to Mordheim at the behest of a more powerful “master” for some reason we still don’t know.

 

In the Warhammer Fantasy background Strigoi vampires are bestial creatures, little more than ravening beasts, often called “Ghoul Kings” because of their association with these famous fantasy creatures.

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The wooden planks on the bottom of the horse drawn cart creaked, complaining about the heavy weight set upon them. “… and eight, nine, ten” the small man finished counting the recently dug up corpses as they were piled up unceremoniously atop the vehicle.

 

He paid each of the grave robbers a silver piece for their work and their silence and hopped at the cart’s seat, tapped the big man holding the reins and signaled forward. Without making a sound the hulking brute whipped the horses with the reins urging them forward, which the animals promptly did.

 

It was past the middle of the night, the witching hour some folks called it, and they had miles to go before the end of their journey. The cart’s bottom had been covered in straws so they’d soak the putrefying ichors and layers of “stink me not” and other fragrant flowers has been intermingled with the corpses to mask their rotting smell. These were the freshest the small man was able to find, he had even arranged for a few of them to be made into corpses to begin with, as the master had required fresh corpses for the reanimation process. These would have to last a while as the road to the City of the Damned was a long winding one.

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Gorgoloth’s Hounds.

 

Ele se movia determinada e silenciosamente em direção ao velho pórtico engastado na colina. As velhas hastes de metal do qual eram feitas o portão haviam há muito sido corroídas pela ação do tempo, esfacelando-se com a ferrugem e tornando-o sem serventia, motivo pelo qual o portão jazia agora semiaberto, testemunha silenciosa e impotente das idas e vindas da criatura que habitava os túneis mais além, dos quais um dia fora guardião.

 

Os túneis fantasmagóricos sob o velho forte eram evitados por todos, e mesmo aqueles a seu serviço evitavam transitar por ali, pois, ainda que não soubessem a exata natureza da criatura que vivia aqui, eles, os serviçais, sempre sentiram que os túneis eram o domínio de algo maligno, algo que predava tanto homens quanto outras criaturas da escuridão.

 

Qualquer outra pessoa provavelmente se perderia no labirinto de passagens que recortavam a colina sob a qual se assentava há séculos o velho forte de propriedade de sua família. Os aldeões da região especulavam que as passagens e túneis se estenderiam até as bordas de suas terras, enquanto outros atestavam de forma veemente que uma pessoa poderia ir de um lado ao outro das Colinas Uivantes sem jamais ver a luz do dia empregando os túneis. Ele sabia que as passagens não iam tão longe. Tendo caminhado ele mesmo incontáveis vezes por cada um dos túneis ao longo dos últimos séculos, ele conhecia cada centímetro de cada tune, afinal de contas Ele era o mestre aqui.

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Gorgoloth’s Hounds.

 

He moved silently and purposefully towards the gated entrance on the hill. The old metal rods having long been corroded by the action of time, prevented the gate from doing its service and so it laid ajar.

 

The eerie tunnels beneath the old fort were shunned by all,  for even if those under his service didn’t know what laired here they had always felt the tunnels were the abode of something evil. Something which preyed on men and creature alike.

 

Others would probably get lost in that maze which crisscrossed the hill the fort laid upon, reaching, some said, the very borders of his domains. Others believed you could cross from one end of the Howling Hills to the other without ever seeing the light of day. He knew they didn’t stretch that far, having scoured the very same tunnels for centuries, he knew every inch of every tunnel. He was the master here after all.

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Hello there Reader.

 

Today’s post is the Portuguese  version of the article I published here yesterday about the 1st PAPOCON. If you missed it by any chance please check it out.

 

More to come soon.

 

Over and out.

 

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Salve Leitor.

 

Uma das coisas legais que fiz relacionadas ao hobby no ano que passou foi ter ido visitar o Clube Paulista de Wargames por ocasião da 1ª Papo de Mesa CON (ou PAPOCON como eu gosto de chamar o encontro).

 

“Como assim? Que diabos foi essa PAPOCON e porque eu não fiquei sabendo dela?” Consigo ouvir alguns de vocês perguntando, sem entender que conversa é essa de PAPOCON e tentando lembrar se você ouviu falar desse evento ou não. Deixa eu contar essa história do começo.

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Hello there Reader.

 

One of the great hobby related things I did last year was attending the first “Papo de Mesa CON” (or simply PAPOCON as I like to call it) in Sao Paulo/Brazil.

 

You may be wondering now what am I talking about as I had never mentioned it here and I do tend to give my readers fair notice about any events I’ll attend in case any of you guys want to join in the fun. If you read this blog regularly you know by now that I’ve started hosting and producing a podcast show with my good friend “Ultra”Marcos (from the “Chumbo, Plastico, Tinta & Pincel” blog) called “Papo de Mesa Podcast” (which would roughly translate as “Tabletop Talk” in the English language), a show produced in Portuguese language (so it might not be of interest to some of my English readers) thus aimed at the gaming communities in Brazil and other Portuguese speaking countries given that very little hobby content is available in our native language.

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