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He of the Gurgling Belly! The Famished Giant! The Gluttonous Prince! He of the Single Eye! The Horned Trampler! Monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens!
He is a big beefy boy.
It's difficult to get him all in one shot! Here are a few representative close-ups,
and a couple of full shots, ish.
I tried something new and basecoated him in a GW green contrast (much of which is still the hair and beard) and painted Caucasian flesh tones over that. Ultimately didn't give the Frazetta look I was hoping for, but definitely worked better than my usual straight-out-of-the-bottle approach.
The little (regular-sized?) fellows dancing around his big stompy feet are some Eureka fauns I've posted earlier, and an older, metal version of S'kara the Skoli (99869). I love the detail on this pointy lady. I gather the skoli are a Hellborn/Tiefling alternative, but all those extra knee- and elbow-spikes got me thinking a Fey Lady of Thorns would be a good scheme. That's why her glaive and armor are bronze rather than iron. Genuinely forget if I've posted this paint-job on her before, but a quick search didn't bring her up. So here she is now, perhaps again.
The conclusion of this https://forum.reapermini.com/index.php?/topic/90309-ashana-female-genie-44012-or-the-reversal-of-fortune/
and this https://forum.reapermini.com/index.php?/topic/95842-nolzurs-efreeti-and-zayafid-60154-the-reversal-of-fortune-part-2/
...But! While Ahmad had been stripped of his wealth by his enemies, and his wives scattered, and he himself cast to the utmost depths of the sea, even the efreet conjured against him could not make his wives less faithful or kind, nor had they forgotten what they had learned.
Straightaway they endeavored to find one another again, and set out into the desert where they had hidden another treasure as a safeguard against this day.
A spirit of intellect, given knowledge less than Allah, yet knowing anything that He would permit to be known by man or djinn.
For when one is granted wisdom, do they not also thirst for true knowledge as one thirsts for water? Upon his elevation, Ahmad had taken steps to seek out such against the day it would be needed, and told his wives of the same, knowing he could trust them. And so they enquired of the spirit whither Ahmad had gone, and if he could be found and restored (for while they were faithful, his wives would much prefer to be married to a wealthy man than a destitute beggar, be he never so insightful).
"INDEED," spake the spirit in a tremendous voice that made the dunes echo, "WHILE YOUR HUSBAND WAS REMOVED BY AN IFREET TO THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN, KNOW YE THAT ALLAH IS MERCIFUL, AND SURELY DOES NOT FORSAKE THOSE WHO BELIEVE! THE MOST HIGH HAS SENT A GREAT FISH TO SWALLOW HIM AND BRING HIM BACK TO SHORE UNHARMED, AND EVEN NOW IT SWIMS TO THE CITY OF SHIPS, WHERE IT WILL DISGORGE HIM IN A DAY'S TIME."
"MOREOVER, LOOK YE AT THE INMOST ROW OF ITS TEETH, THIRTIETH TOOTH FROM THE LEFT SIDE. THERE YE MAY FIND A RING CONTAINING ONE OF MY GREATER BRETHREN, CAST INTO THE DEPTHS MANY YEARS BACK. HE IS GREAT IN POWER.
TWICE MORE MAY YE CALL UPON ME, THEN I AM RELEASED." And so saying, he withdrew into the vessel appointed for him.
Even so did it take place, and you may inquire at the City of Ships if it be not so. The great fish fed the entire city for three weeks, and behind its thirtieth tooth inmost on the left side, there was a brass arm-ring, which Ahmad's wives were quick to remove. Returning to Zayafid's palace, they rubbed the ring.
Of that we may be sure, but Allah alone knows what came next, for in a conflict between djinns and sorcerors astonishing things transpire, and the order of the world is written and rewritten, such that mortals differ in their memories of the events.
Some say the city is shaped differently now, others that the city is unchanged but that the mountain it sits on was altered, others that the rivers changed course, and many others deny all these and attest to other miraculous transformations.
But all agree that Zayafid the Sorceror-Prince walks its streets no more. And it is said that in Ahmad's treasure room--for he was soon restored to his former exalted state--is an orb of crystal no bigger than a quail's egg, containing a perfect replica of a certain perfumed pleasure-garden, frozen in an instant of time. And while treasures flow from his hands to the people, this he has kept--along with a certain brass arm-ring, tarnished as with years in salt water.
Thus is the marvelous tale of Ahmad the thrice-fortunate. May the hearer be inspired to virtue thereby!
These genies were a delight to paint. I'm happy with the dawn coloring on the big one. Notice that it originally came with the smoke emanating from a lamp, but a) so many do, while so few sculpts use the equally-canonical rings and jars, and b) scale creep made it about the size of a man's torso in 28/32mm. Here's a turnaround with more angles.
Used more colorshift paints on his space-vest.
Olivia (77396) is also a great sculpt, especially for starkly contrasting colors. I don't believe I featured her earlier. Jazmine Silverveil, Almaya, and Qadira got their own show-off posts elsewhere. I guess for the purposes of this fiction Nemesra changed her style between Parts 1 and 2?
And here are all the extraplanar entities that aren't as holy as angels and aren't quite devils:
Lots of pics here, a story's worth. Turnaround pics in spoiler areas.
You should imagine Ennio Morricone playing the soundtrack, slow-paced to start with. Diegetic horse noises, hooves plodding. Scraping, dragging sound.
A glow of a cigarillo and a long inhale as we slowly zoom in on the horse's master.
The smoke exhales out of his nostrils, and the camera pans down to show it jetting from multiple holes in the Revenant's torso as well.
The rendezvous at hand, the Revenant knocks on the coffin once or twice. It is the only sound besides the horse breathing.
Panning the camera around to the other side of the tree we see a couple boys from the Red Hand posse.
"Two against one, fella. You might be too stubborn to die, but you ain't gotten any better at counting."
He retreats. Hoofbeats recede behind the mesa.
(music gets tenser, speeds up)
"Boss! Good to have you back."
"Thought we'd lost you! Now let's get back to San Cascarion and drain those vatos dry!"
Other, different hoofbeats make the Red Hand thugs stop celebrating. They look around,
This, they did not expect.
(Morricone music just goes bananas here)
[fight choreography ensues, guns shot and whipped out of undead hands, etc,]
Camera zooms in on the Revenant again holding a cigarillo to withered lips. He holds up first one cracked and flaking finger, then another, then a third and finally a fourth. The barest hint of a smile crinkles his mummified cheek. Counts just fine. Roll credits.
Ooowee these were fun to do! The Revenant, an undead Man with No Name, is from Artizan, as are Brothers Thomas and Martin and Fra Benedict, the Holy Inquisitors 3-pack. I used a pin vise to drill a few extra holes in the Revenant.
The bad hombres in red and the Nosferatu are from Dracula's America, the Red Hand coven 3-pack.
Horses are from Nolzur's Adventurer's Campsite. They've been on my Shelf of Shame for too long.
The Coffin and Skeleton are Reaper, 77633. The Tree of Despair and the signpost from Western Sophie make an appearance as well.
Here's Part 1, from a WHILE back.
Hope you enjoy!
I had a burst of mini painting and finished a bunch of minis this month - my first time painting I think since December 2020?
Crystal Peaks Campsite
Bones Pygmy Mammoth (WIP) with toddler
Nolzurs Treant (WIP)
Bones graveyard terrain (WIP)
Bones High Rollers (WIP)
Not all of these have been sealed, some have not had matte coats yet.
The "fire" from the Crystal Peaks set got lost during priming.
Links to come when not in my phone. Surprised myself with this.
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