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Learning very fast from English scientists of the Mekazylum, Indian scientists have demonstrated their ability to give birth to typical automatons, tailor-made to fit to India's peculiar needs. Mekalis were created to serve local potentates as tireless and incorruptible bodyguards. Unfortunately, the first generations of these fearsome killers have shown a dramatically instable behaviour, frequently going into murderous accesses that ultimately led most mekalis to be withdrawn from service.





India is a place full of mysteries. Prince Rabindranath Singh is one of those. Once the most reknown Fakir of Bengal, he was driven out by the Radjah Shilaidaha, upset by the growing popularity of this half-naked charlatan that threatened his authority. Rabindranath took with him the Eye of Kali, a strange black stone tied to his turban and rumoured to be the source of his tremendous abilities. The stone's power quickly made the Prince a name in London and even opened him the doors of the Club.















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.






