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Nanaari the Wise Woman on a Zeek ( Battleprawn) 3D Printed on my Elegoo Mars, Design Artisan Guild,
The small Beetle is 3D printed, Design GloomyKid.
The Two Brown Bugs, 3D printed and Scaled Down, Design Yasashii Kyojin Studio.
The big blue bug on the rocks is 3D printe and scaled dow, Design Lord of the Print.
The Small mushrooms are resin from Ristul's Fantasy Market.
The big Mushroom Cluster is 3D printed from PrintYourMonsters.
The Stalagmites are from Reaper Bones ( sculpted by our own @TaleSpinner).
There's a World beneath this one, you may not be aware of it, but it's there!
Deep in the caverns of the Earth we can see Nanaari on her Zeek, where is she going?
What is her purpose?
Do we really want to find out?
By Cranky Dog
I barely received my last campaign pledge from Midlam that already it has something that caught my interest.
Sisters of the Kraken Cult. The female counterparts of the previous "Onslaught of the Cult of the Kraken Lord" and "Cultists of the Kraken Lord". (I now have some regret of not getting it)
What's also interesting is the optional add-on of fish folk.
Brinewind is going to have some interesting neighbors.
More agricultural laborers, these ones more suited to the early modern and modern era.
Here is a Midlam Halfling Farmer in a cider orchard, accompanied by a faithful pig (from 77567, Pig and Cart).
"Aye, that do be true what they say, one bad apple WILL spoil the whole barrel, right enough. You soon get an eye for the bad ones, and a nose too. But that's what the pig's for."
"Spoil the whole barrel. aye, but a bad apple do nowt to a pig save make 'em better eating. Apple's a good food for pork, and the apple wood's good for the bacon in the smokehouse."
"Apples within and apple without, as you might say, and then a glass of cider to wash the pork down. That's a good meal of a cold night."
Another Midlam farmer, this one human. (This fellow is 28mm scale or so, not heroic scale). Those farming togs could fit in anywhere across three centuries or so.
"Been working this land, man and boy, like my father and his father and his father before 'im, as long back as folks these parts can remember. And there's one thing I can tell you..."
"...One thing, aye, that'll keep the crops bearing and the well full, and that's keeping on good terms with the Gentry. Nay, not Lord Bastard as lives up in the manor, I mean the Gentry.
Them as live under the hill."
"Oh, a sharp sickle and manure on the fields, and driving the furrows right, can't do without those, but that's just work as needs doing. No, there's no amount of work will make good if the Old Ways aren't held up. That's why I've called on Brigit here. She'll walk the rows, sing to the soil and the water and the seeds. That's how the Gentry like it."
"And then, o' course, stand up Mister Mangel to oversee the work and keep away the crow. New clothes now and then, and new stuffing or a pole now and then, but old Mangel has been here as long as we have. I fancy the Gentry have come to see him as part o'the family, like. They wouldn't be pleased if he weren't out in the field. Not pleased at all."
"Aye, Mangel will see to it no harm come to the rows nor the field nor the fences. Always looking out, he."
Bridgit here is one of the May Queens from Crooked Dice. I tried to give her a sheer shift but could probably push it a little more. Tips and advice welcome.
Mister Mangel is also from Crooked Dice, and there's a wonderfully sinister aspect to him. Now, I'm a fan of scarecrows, but this here, without bone claws or a face, just has such latent menace. You know that while that sickle is rusted, the edge is still shiny-sharp. And I tell a lie there; you can make out a face pushing out of those rags and tatters, or in the gauze of that veil. And you can imagine the squeak of old twine-bound timber and the soft thudding hopping sounds tap-tapping behind you on a windy night, tap, tap, tap, the sound of rags flapping, the breeze whistling off that sickle's edge, closer and closer, now almost upon you, TAP-TAP-TAP as wheeling crows in impossible numbers fill the air with dark wings and blot out the moonlight, cawing and flapping so no one will hear your screaming if you dare harm the wheat in the fields before harvest time.
Which you wouldn't do, of course. But not because you believe such things.
While going on my Midlam cultist and puritan bender, I knew I would regret not getting these holy sisters from differently-sized misters. They fit perfectly into the setting. I also figured it was the perfect time to drybrush up a cheap craft-store Halloween decoration (double discounted as it was broken inside the package. Statuary with extra cracks? that's a feature, not a bug!)
So the abbey has a statue of "the chiefest and greatest of terrorf, which is KING DEATH" gracing its cemetery.
Here's the Abbess herself, Mother Superior. I'm afraid she has a rather severe strabismus, and I'll pretend that was on purpose.
And here is Sister Pancake, a name taken in humility (she is a bit of a short stack). Played around with lighting focus on this one.
I'm happy with the Mignola-inspired framing on this one.
Here's another shot of the good Sister with a few other halfling townsfolk:
And a monastic bonus picture with Brother Hammond, Friar Stone, and Fra Ximenez (from Black Cat).
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!
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