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Finished the Muumuu Zombie. Was going to do just a oozy decomposing effect to the mini. But just kept that to the wound on the back. Decided after doing a quick scratch built base with a blood pool that she'd be standing over. That she needed to look like she'd just fed on some juicy morsel.
As typical to form, I managed to get some painting time in finally. Rather than work on something I've already started, I started something new. My new project is Magister from the Forgotten Realms Ral Partha Set that I started a while ago. I can link to my other painted works from this set to give people a feel for my progress over the last couple of years (if anyone is interested). But for now I began with my usual 1st step in painting the face. I also base coated the the rest of the skin (the little bit of it there is). He has been primed and waiting on my desk longer than I thought he would.
Here is how he looks at the moment:
The Lost Citadel - Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy Roleplaying by Green Ronin:
The city is called Redoubt.
And as far as anyone knows, it is the last.
(map by Andrew Law) Seven decades ago, there were cities upon cities.
Kingdoms and nations; the remains of ancient empire. Cultures at war and cultures at trade. Humans, dwarves, elves, and others. Magic and monsters, rare but real. And so it was for millennia, through two dynamic ages the lorekeepers and scribes called Ascensions.
Until the world ended.
Most call it the Fall, but whatever term a given people choose to use, it marked the time when everything changed.
Nations crumbled. Races died. Magic sputtered. Nature sickened.
The dead woke.
Welcome to Zileska, a world ravaged by death and undeath. In the Lost Citadel Roleplaying game, you take on the role of a last remaining survivor of your race, be it human, dwarf, elf, or ghûl.
Seven decades ago, the Second Ascension came to a brutal end in a worldwide cataclysm called the Fall. During this period of stark decline, magic began to fail even the mighty elf civilization that was the pinnacle of the age, and as it did, the world's fallen began to rise from their graves. Whether because the doors to the Underworld flew from their hinges, or because the God of the Dead went mad (a popular theory), the end result was the same:
The dead became the Dead.
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