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A warrior woman of the wastelands, the mohawked Dez is a formidable figure. Where does she even get hair color and makeup in the Irradiated Zones? She's not telling, other than to say "If it was easy, I'd send a man to do it." Also, she's a deadly shot with a wrist crossbow.
Here she is with a few of her pals (Wasteland Maelee, also Bombshell, and a Crooked Dice survivor).
More than a match for the average mutant horror.
and a credible threat even to above-average horrors!
This might interest some people, as I'm sure most will recognize these angry ladies.
Here we are! In another crazy project!
Yes, this time the project is really peculiar!
In our family we have 4 nieces and of course they are super in love with princesses, and various fairy tales, that they make us read or see on repeat!
At a certain point we asked ourselves what would happen if the princesses weren't so sweet and cute anymore, but they would get angry and go crazy?
And here is the result!
In addition we discovered that the classic fairy tales, the original ones, are anything but cheerful, they are dark and disturbing!
Another good reason for our girls to go crazy!
In the country of the blind, the saying goes, the one-eyed man is king. Certainly when venturing into the obscure unknown of space, the monocular Illyrians are as good as any human, despite a completely different evolution. Their quick regeneration and centrally-located brain-analogue allow them to survive injuries a human could not, while their alien metabolism means resource competition between human and Illyrian is minimal.
Here is one brave planetary explorer on a rugged rocky ringed planet. It appears extensively cratered, but the presence of atmosphere and weather should have worn the features down...
Well, that answers that!
Distant evolutionary cousins, perhaps? Or just convergence?
These native life forms are unused to creatures with eyestalks like theirs that can move about freely on the surface!
The eye-worms are unused eyestalks from a Wizkids Beholder--they come with a set each of Eyebeam Eyes and Regular Eyes. Waste not!
They were inspired by this pulpy artwork--not mine, all credit to the original artist.
Xenoplanetary mining is a tricky business. Mining in general is dangerous, and unknown worlds are exactly that. So the dark spaces of an unexplored globe could contain anything in their dripping, lightless, clammy halls. Green Team is about to discover this.
Meet Green Team. On what was another boring expedition, in both senses of the word, under the crust of Xipetotec Alpha.
And then--a muted slicky, sticky noise, like a the sound of a wet carpet and a spoon stirring jam. There's life down here!
Inquisitive life, with no fear of humanoids!
Inquisitive, fearless, and *very large* life. Very...mucoid, too. Look out, there, cadet!
More soft, clammy, rippling noises. We are Not Alone.
And Excavation Specialist Torelli in particular is not alone. By the time he hears the hiss of digestive juices on his suit and feels the soft inexorable flesh enfolding him, it is already too late.
Sometimes the Company just isn't paying a spacer enough to stick around!
After several hours of muted squelching and gurgling, once every scrap of organic matter and soluble minerals have been absorbed, the worms finally move away from the small heap of metal fragments and tooth enamel that was once Torelli. And in the dark silence that follows the worms are again left, as they have been for ages, alone. Waiting. And hungry.
I love these disgusting sculpts. Great for Underdark and spacefuture alike, they are horribly organic, all sphincters and flaps and folds. They will engulf an adventurer. It is a soft death, but not painless. Something about that eye makes them look less brainless than one might think.
The Froghemoth first appeared as part of an extraterrestrial biome in "Expedition to the Barrier Peaks" if memory serves, so a spacefuture setting is, if anything, returning it to its roots. Twisted, coiling, poisonous roots, in the fungal swamps of a jungle hellworld such as Retro-Venus!
I went for an unwholesome, etiolated color scheme--which blends in pretty well with the rest of the terrain.
This is a big miniature! Here it is towering over some tentacle-faced Cult Beasts from Midlam. They are about hound-sized in scale. The deep scars and tatters on the throat pouch indicate some sort of scarring from combat with others of its species, as rutting sea lions do.
This is a beast too much even for the Beastmasters of the Venerian Amazons to handle alone!
While we're at it, here's another view of the Cultist Beasts
And a Venerian menagerie:
I plan on getting Mudgullet and making a mate for this one at some point.
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