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The ritual has done its work. From a distance, an eerie light shines through the trees.
The ground quakes under the tread of colossal hooves.
There is a rushing wind, the sound of snapping branches.
An indescribable tune, notes in a strange scale and meter, music from beyond the stars, builds to a skirling crescendo.
HE is come. The PIPER IN THE WOODS is here.
Burning with potassium flame, attended by HIS servants.
Behold! The Horned Lord approaches!
Deception and concealment among HIS sacraments! The Masked Messenger, the False-Faced!
The power of a God, called to earth! HIS votaries rejoice, even as they cower!
WHAT. HAVE. WE. BROUGHT. FORTH
(This is a Nolzur's Nightwalker, given a little bit mote pizazz than the all-black example. I knew immediately that with the bone-mask face and the horns, it was the perfect avatar for the cultists. GW contrasts and good setting sunlight on the translucent flames; a GW demon skull from their Skullz set manifested in the upraised hand.)
Featuring Dulkathar, Gromtar, Dark Creeper, a couple of Crooked Dice cultists, and Dark Young from RAFM and Reaper. (Reaper's 77516 is the big one in green).
(I've had these finished for a while and THOUGHT I'd posted them already, but the search engine can't find them.)
In the ancient days when the Solar System was young, the Martian Empire spread far and wide through the local outer spiral arm before the Veiled Catastrophe ended their hegemony. They built miracles and left behind marvels. Sometimes they left behind colonies. A few of these, such as the ancestors of the Andromedan Dominion, flourished. Others saw the colonists die off, to be replaced aeons later by evolved descendants of flora and fauna brought along during the terraforming (Martiaforming?) process.
Still others suffered resource collapse, and the colonists relapsed into centuries of barbarism. Witness one such case.
Here are representatives of the Skull-Fang tribe, wielders of the sacred xolchu knife-axe (similar to our huckable Earth mambele knives):
And here their great rivals, the spear-wielding Moonspike tribe.
Skirmishes between the two are a way of life since time immemorial. Only the greatest warriors go without a shield, preferring instead to dual-wield their own weapons and those taken from the enemy.
Even in their reduced state, though, they have not lost the Martian intellect. Between clashes their bards create great sagas and carvings of incredibly advanced mathematics. Their shamans have deduced nuclear and relativistic physics from first principles. There simply isn't enough smeltable metal left to put their designs to use.
Three local years after the disastrous First Contact with outward-expanding Earth forces, a temporary alliance of the tribes managed to build a working hyperdrive out of scrap metal bits and a stolen ray gun. Since then, their ballooning fleet of pirated ships has been kept in check only by internal struggles. Kinetic projectiles on gravity-slingshot orbits are their specialty, and the shock of having your ship depressurized by a knife thrown from several light-seconds away is one few spacers are prepared to deal with.
The ship I built with one of my daughters needed a crew. And for the girls I needed a female crew of course. Fortunately there existed a set of four females for Ghost Archipelago, the warmer version auf Frostgrave. The minis are metal instead of the plastic box for the male crew. And of course this way they are more expensive than their male counterparts. We need more girls in miniature games.
One was painted bei the middle-aged. Another one did my youngest daughter. Two more In finished after they started. Maybe I will have photos of them on the ship another time.
By Grumpy Cave Bear
I haven't done a WIP in quite a while, and I want to keep committed to clearing my Shelf of Shame for the year. So here's an unfinished mini from my shelf: Reaper 77108: Shadow Dragon:
I had assembled & primed this mini before, but hadn't painted it, so it sat on my shelf for a while. So two nights ago, I washed it, sprayed Stynylrez black primer over it, then sprayed a base coat of Burgundy Wine.
...and that's where it stands. Hopefully, I have an opportunity for more work tonight.
I don't have any ideas at present for what the color scheme will be, save that I want it to be purple.