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This is a miniature I've printed and painted before, Duncan Louca's Fleshwalker.
Last time, I printed it at 50% of its designed size; this time I've done it full-size — it's very big — and I've gone for a blueish colour scheme rather than the browns I used last time. I've mounted it on three big 50mm steel washers, not because it needed to be based for stability, but rather to give it a bit of weight and to shift its centre of gravity right down.
The blue skin is only modestly successful, and all the boils and sores have ended up looking more like internal molten magma or something rather than pus-filled lesions. Never mind.
As always, Sergeant Measureby is present for scale, with his Spear of 5mm Increments.
After 10 months, I finally dusted this off and finished it in an attempt to find some hobby mojo again. Dragon is from Artisan Guild and was printed on the elegoo Mars almost a year ago.
Basecoated, drybrushed tan and then multiple washes layered before another quick drybrush and a final wash. It was printed in clear green resin and the eyes and crystals on the rock were simply given a layer of Tamiya Clear Green after the mask was removed. Crystals on the base are from Anarchy Models, again with a quick layer of Tamiya Clear green. Reaper base with some Vallejo texture paste.
Thanks for looking.
3D printable buildings etc.
First and Second World War Period
I've been working on a hugely modular spaceship wreckage system. The base set has 60+ parts but the entire project includes over 150 models.
Lost colony: spaceship Graveyard is the ultimate starship wreckage system. It's all about customisation, fallen spacecraft and the fragments they leave behind.
You can follow the project at https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/saucermenstudios/lost-colony-spaceship-graveyard
Sangrariah - Vampire Ringleader from Raging Heroes Dark Carneval Set.
3D Printed on Elegoo Mars with Elegoo Grey Resin.
When his wife passed away, Baron von Leeresgehirn tried to raise his son by himself as good as he could.
The young boy did well.
Both villagers and nobles liked young Alaric, they had pity on his father though, the poor man could never forget his late wife, never remarried and never even longed for any woman.
Years went by and Alaric was about to come of age.
To celebrate, a huge feast was prepared and Alaric himself decided to take some friends with him on a hunting trip to provide meat for the feast.
They rode into the woods, further and further, the Sun went down and they made camp.
Sitting around the fire the friends drank, ate and made jokes, when suddenly a a loud scream was heard.
Alarmed the men took up their swords and ran towards the direction the scream came from, another scream was heard and then nothing...
They found an old abandoned hunter's hut, carefully they walked to the door, one of the men kicked it open.
Holding a torch Alaric entered the hut, the scene before him sent a cold chill down his spine.
A beautiful young woman sat on the floor, her back leaning against the wall, she was covered in blood, two dead men laid beside her, also drenched in blood.
The poor girl looked at Alaric and whispered "help me" before she fainted.
Alaric and his men took the girl to his father's Castle, no doubt those men were bandits ready to ravage her, surely they had gotten into a fight who got first turn and when the one killed the other the poor girl had taken her chance and plunged a dagger in the other bandit's throat.
So brave and yet so fragile and beautiful, Alaric thought.
For a few days the young woman rested in a spare room, Alaric had been visiting her every evening to see how she was doing and it seemed they liked each other.
Alaric's father was proud of his son, and he figured the girl must be of noble birth given her dress she was found in.
He hoped she would recover soon enough, he was a tad worried about Alaric, though, the boy seemed to look paler every day and he didn't even eat and drink anymore.
Every night he was at the girl's side, oh to be young and in love again, the Baron thought.
He had learned her name, Sangrariah, she would make a nice bride for Alaric if things went on as they seemed, the Baron thought.
It would be nice to have a woman around the house again.
That night the Baron was woken up by a sound, he looked up and saw Alaric and Sangrariah standing besides his bed.
Oh, good! He said, you seem to be better! But ehh, why are you in my room?
Sangrariah insisted to thank you for your hospitality Father, Alaric spoke in a trembling voice, the boy looked paler than ever and had he cut himself shaving?
The Baron sat upright now in his bed when the young woman approched him, please My Lord, let me thank you with a kiss.
Before he could resist the young woman embraced him, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, the poor inexperienced girl must have bitten him, where his last thoughts as a mortal man.
From that night on, the Barony was ruled in a different way.
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