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First of all, this is such an awesome figure! So many details that it took me a bit longer than usual. Nevertheless, I really enjoyed every minute I got working on this guy 🙂
As before, I'm looking for ways to improve so please throw in all your critiques and suggestions.
By Lord of the Dish Pit
The friendlier side of my Witch Hunter warbands. Well...somewhat...
Friar Stone's method of finding heresy is to ply the suspect's tongue with booze, rather than the traditional ways.
His sidekick is a Grenadier Igor who switched sides and is ratting out his previous masters for leniency.
Perhaps the shiftiest look I've seen on a mini thus far...
And finally the humble Wardog, biting heretics for a bowl of kibble a day, and three treats per heretic found.
Long time, no see guys.
Sorry I haven't been posting much.
Recently moved houses which has taken a month to do so.
Anyways, managed to get some free time which I used to paint this miniature.
I first primed the miniature with a black primer before using a white primer at a 45 degree angle to simulate a light source.
I stuck with a mostly natural palette consisting mostly of greens, browns and yellow.
When applying the paints, I thinned them down first so that they were semi transparent. Doing so allowed the paints to show through the simulated light source from the white primer. To tie it all down , I used a dark green wash to blend the paint job.
For the base, I shaped the main stone piece out of an eraser. After mounting it on the base, I used a hot glue gun to create some tree roots.
I then used pva glue and coffee grind to simulate dirt and moss before allowing it to dry.
Painting the base was simple. Just a lot of dry brushing and a quick wash to blend it together.
Feel free to leave comments, I love to hear feedback.
When Namil took ascended to the Order's highest rank, he blanketed himself with followers who held to what he believed the Order should be. Bastian was not one of them. Because he would not bend, he was sentenced to death. With the aid of another in his order, he managed to escape. Being framed for the murder of his friend, and dishonored in his homeland, Bastian set fell into despair. He wandered the land, lost and searching for something to help him redeem his honor, and clear his name. It was an old Dwarf name of Faenon who be his salvation. Now, he travels with Feanon as a friend and companion, renewing his vow of service before self.
The WIP can be found on my facebook page here.