The Cornelius Massacre - The Stormbringer Rpg Memories

 So let's go back in time to early Nineteen Ninety, at a tag sale I ran across a copy of 'The Cornelius Chronicles' and gave it too my uncle our Stormbringer rpg DM at the time. And thought nothing of it, oh boy was that a mistake. Alright let me go back in time, wayback about 1986 Citadel did the Eternal Champion box set and we knew that my uncle had those miniatures. Didn't think anything of it really at the time but man we were in deep trouble. Jerry Cornelius is a prick aspect of the first order of the 'Eternal Champion'. You can find details on the whole set right over here. I would later on use these figures loose to build my GW Pan Tangian army. 

My uncle was getting sicker at the time and so hitting the bottle a bit harder because of cancer. So at the time we were trying to recover an artifact of Law from a lost temple. We had very little in the way of power because of the damping effects of Law on Demon weapons. And we got into the temple, dodged the traps, the demons,etc. 

And then we we were exiting the temple we heard a rumble and then a explosion followed by an avalachance. Those of us who made our rolls were then subject to several soldiers in weird uniforms and a' too cool for school' prick in flared orange pants. The prick was carrying an air compressed dart gun which never existed and proceeded to stitch up every survivor to recover that artifact. The prick in question was another avitar of Jerry Cornelius. Specifically this miniature was on the table top at the time and I remember it well. The one below as was painted by Andrew Tailor but it's the exact same one. 

We would later on awaken back in the Young Kingdoms as if it was all a dream. The player's PC's would later on run across a very different style of Jerry looking like b/w composite image in Clark Ashton Smith's Zothique. And that was where we made the mistake of engaging the prick Jerry Cornelius. He basically insulted, laughed at us, etc. We trapped the prick in a tomb and walked away. 
We didn't have a high nor vaulted opinion about Jerry at all. And we ran into the prick once again at the end of time. 
And this time we were ready for the bastard. We murdered the bastard before he had a chance to catch a beat on us with that dart gun of his and sent his arse back to the 'Swinging Sixties'.