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    • By Chaoswolf
      These are a set of graveyard decor I purchased a couple decades ago; I pulled 'em out and had a go at speed painting the whole lot, it probably took about 10 hours all together. I was doing fairly well the first night, then I started to get all fiddly with them. You can still get these from Scotia Grendel; their website says that they are resin. These are not, they are some kind of plaster. I did NOT buy them from Scotia Grendel; my best guess is that these are some kind of knock-off. The finger prints you might see on some of the pieces are not mine; they are part of the cast. Anyway, they're not great, but they'll look fine on the table top.
       
      'Come along, then,' the aged and stooped groundskeeper says. 'It won't do to have any of you get lost in here, especially with the night approaching.'
       
      'Here we come across the resting place of Darius Vamdrin, the duke's third son, slain 9 winters ago by orc raiders'
       

       
      'The next site we come to is the burial place of the husband and wife adventuring team of Borgrim Swiftsteel and Amri Eshalka. They were a part of the band that aided our fair city in throwing off the yoke of the dreaded overlord.'
       

       

       
      'Stay together, now. We're getting to the older part of the cemetary.'
       
      'This lonely stone marks the resting place of Crothian Silvereye, whose murder was the cause of the riots that eventually brought the dread overlord to power.'

       
      'Finally, over here we have...oh dear. Ah...step this way, if you please.'
       
      'What's that, dear child?'
       
      'Of course that grave hasn't been dug out of, this must be the work of grave robbers'. The old man glances around, into the deepening gloom, 'Ah...how many were with the group when we started out?'
       

       
       
       
       
       
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