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Lots of pics here, a story's worth. Turnaround pics in spoiler areas. You should imagine Ennio Morricone playing the soundtrack, slow-paced to start with. Diegetic horse noises, hooves plodding. Scraping, dragging sound. A glow of a cigarillo and a long inhale as we slowly zoom in on the horse's master. The smoke exhales out of his nostrils, and the camera pans down to show it jetting from multiple holes in the Revenant's torso as well. The rendezvous at hand, the Revenant knocks on the coffin once or twice. It is the only sound besides the horse breathing. Panning the camera around to the other side of the tree we see a couple boys from the Red Hand posse. "Two against one, fella. You might be too stubborn to die, but you ain't gotten any better at counting." He retreats. Hoofbeats recede behind the mesa. (music gets tenser, speeds up) "Boss! Good to have you back." "Thought we'd lost you! Now let's get back to San Cascarion and drain those vatos dry!" "<untranslatable screech>" Other, different hoofbeats make the Red Hand thugs stop celebrating. They look around, This, they did not expect. (Morricone music just goes bananas here) [fight choreography ensues, guns shot and whipped out of undead hands, etc,] Camera zooms in on the Revenant again holding a cigarillo to withered lips. He holds up first one cracked and flaking finger, then another, then a third and finally a fourth. The barest hint of a smile crinkles his mummified cheek. Counts just fine. Roll credits. *** Ooowee these were fun to do! The Revenant, an undead Man with No Name, is from Artizan, as are Brothers Thomas and Martin and Fra Benedict, the Holy Inquisitors 3-pack. I used a pin vise to drill a few extra holes in the Revenant. The bad hombres in red and the Nosferatu are from Dracula's America, the Red Hand coven 3-pack. Horses are from Nolzur's Adventurer's Campsite. They've been on my Shelf of Shame for too long. The Coffin and Skeleton are Reaper, 77633. The Tree of Despair and the signpost from Western Sophie make an appearance as well. Here's Part 1, from a WHILE back. Hope you enjoy!
In which we meet the third of my Brides of the Vampyre, and a very unpleasant Nosferatu. "Dracula's America" once again tempted me to get the Red Hand Coven 3-pack solely on the strength of the Broodsire, Max Orlok here. This spindly, long-clawed bloodsucker with the face of a naked mole rat is a particularly perfect horror. Very simple paint job too, mostly Vampiric Flesh and GW Snakebite Leather. What an expression! what body language! this is a bad shot, but a good nod to the Murnau film. More: You will notice I got the column from 01350, Siobhana, painted up in greenish marble, with a couple of bats attached. Here is 01643, the Ghost of Christmas Present, playing the role of a Bride of the Vampyre. More work with sheer effects on this lady, whose dress is very form-fitting indeed in places. Here are the three Brides, each neatly color-coded. We have seen Jahenna (02632) and Siobhana (01350) before. I gave them a bit of a touch-up using the advice given on Siobhana's post. The difference is minor but definitely in the direction of improvement. And the whole horrible crew!
"Hickory, dickory, dare, The pig flew up in the air. The man in brown Soon brought him down; Hickory, dickory, dare." ---Old nursery rhyme I mostly have enough Weird West stuff to resist the temptations of Dracula's America, but I'll be expletive deleted if the Salem Sisters and Guardian weren't exactly what I needed for this early modern project. The Guardian's trousers are a bit anachronistic, but that buckled hat and kerchief more than makes up for it. Our Sisters--Maiden, Mother, and Crone--are tremendously full of character, and those bonnets and collars sell it. Again, I tried for colors that are not quite black and grey, but still look dour and joyless. The Man in Brown, the parson, is from NorthStar's 1672 line, part of their Civilian pack; a perfect fit for this setting. (He comes with a foppish aristocrat and two ladies in fine silks--the sort of thing that would be Frivolity and Idleness in this region. We'll see them later.) I didn't intend to make the parson so sinister-looking or surly, but it's a happy accident. There are definitely multiple ways of parsing this scenario. Perhaps he's the warlock, trying to get some hard-working women accused of witchcraft so he can buy their land. Perhaps not! Perhaps it's poltergeist activity from the worryingly intense child. Who can say? Extra pics: