Mim and Mikey really like a game of Zombicide. So naturally given some of the adventures that the crew of the Coldfire’s Mercy have been on; it made sense to make up some Zombicide Invader character cards for them. So using the majestic artwork of Kim Kogut, please enjoy and potentially kill the heroes of the Coldfire Chronicles.
As well as being full of hillarious outtakes from the show, the Patreon also includes fantastic special features.
We don’t have a rewards system for tiers – so for as little as $1 you can listen to these all of these goodies.
For example – in response to Fraawl’s Monograph – “Captain Jason” has recorded his an advert for his own scholastic works.
And because I’m feeling saucy – I thought I’d share it with you today.
Come and join us on the Patreon. I heartily recommend that you join us and listen to “The Highs and Lows of Heights and Depths” – it was originally supposed to be an advert for early Season 3 – but turned into a 13 minute documentary for the popular day-time holonet show.
Our final piece of artwork for The Coldfire Chronicles arrived today yet again we are sharing another majestic piece of artwork by Kim Kogut.
Here is Agatha; in all his carefully held back fury.
Episode 2 of Chapter 3 of The Coldfire Chronicles arrived today yet again we are sharing another majestic piece of artwork by Kim Kogut.
We’re going to be releasing a new character every episode until we’ve got through them all. Here’s Lasa; you can tell that she’s scowling at something stupid that J’ren has said.
Episode 2 of Chapter 2 of the Coldfire Chronicles arrived today with another majestic piece of artwork by Kim Kogut.
We’re going to be releasing a new character every episode until we’ve got through them all. Here’s Auberyn; dressed in his Canto Bight Hunt Club outfit. Doesn’t he look dashing?
So the first episode of Chapter 2 of the Coldfire Chronicles hit last Monday and with it; this majestic piece of artwork by Kim Kogut. We’re going to be releasing a new character every episode until we’ve got through them all. Here’s J’ren – fresh from getting some new clothes that don’t look like he’s just escaped from Prison.
The scream of engines, the jolt as the dropship stopped suddenly, doors opening. The scent of alien spices carried on the hot air.
He sat cross-legged. His eyes were closed, his breathing rhythmic and even. He thought of nothing, emptying his mind and seeking peace.
The hail of blaster fire ricocheting off the walls. The screams of the dying and wounded, the acrid stink of burned metal.
In through the nose for four seconds. A pause. Out through the mouth for four seconds. A pause.
Over his head, a figure leaping, pirouetting, dancing to a tune only they could hear. In its hand, a blade of pure light. That humming sound, always that humming sound as it carved the air.
First, the left lung filled. Held. Emptied. Then the right. The frigid air circulating in him as he focused on the lessons he had been thought, the disciplines instilled in him.
The echoing sound of metal feet marching in step. The enemy, so laughable on the briefing material, repurposed and refitted for death. The reality on the ground so different.
His breath steamed. Dim light reflected and refracted through the stalactites hanging from the ceiling of the meditation chamber. Shadows flitted and danced of their own accord.
Brothers dead beside him, men wearing the same face, the same skin. Each one identical. Each one unique.
He could feel the vibrations of the power plant through the floor. He could feel, just below his hands, the space where the handles hid, the handles which would open the door to his past.
The scream and the recoil of the rotary blaster in his hands, laying down a deadly hail as his squadmates dived for cover. The sparks and explosions as the enemy were caught and scrapped.
He could hear his heartbeat increasing. Could feel the blood pumping in his ears. Felt the temptation once again to shed this mask, to return to the mantle he once wore.
That day. That dreadful day. His will being crushed beneath the tide. His hands moving in unison with his brothers, against his control. The betrayal. The blood. The darkness. The darkness…
His fists clenched, then released. His heartbeat slowed. A single tear rolled down from his left eye.