Everyone went around the battlefield gathering any useful items from the dead goblins. Mythe went around gathering his knives from where they had landed. The goblins didn’t have much of value on them. The real value was in the recovery of the ore that they had been hired to retrieve. Despite the morbid situation they found themselves in, all of them felt stronger and more powerful. A strong sense of having improved in their first real battle together gave them confidence.
Last week I released the second note that our rogue, Mythe, received from his hooded thief friends. I love these wacky innocuous notes that anyone can read but not everyone can understand. It seems like a great way to communicate in an age where correspondence might not be completely private. Here is the translation.
One of the final pieces left on the big portion of this miniature was the belly. The torso had the inside of the belly but there was an outer piece that needed to be painted and attached before the rest of the miniature could be assembled. This part consisted of a bit of flesh around a stomach cage of bone.
Brenna knelt in the soft white snow, studying the tracks of the goblins they were following. They were two hours behind their quarry and needed to find them fast. With her observations she was able to determine that although the goblins had a two hour head start, they were hauling something extremely heavy that forced them to move slowly through the snow. They had a chance yet, of catching up to the scavengers and taking back the rightful property of the dwarves that paid them for the recovery.
This was the second communique from Mythe’s secret gang of debonair Drow. As with the first letter, this one is written in a jumble of phrases that seem to fit but don’t make sense if taken at face value.
Having completed the torso portion of the miniature, the next step was the arm. I used my Bone color paint to cover the main portion of the whip. It looks, very much to me, like the spine of a large creature that this thing uses to rip the limbs from his victims. It came out pretty well with the exception of the seam line that is visible where the end of the whip and the rest of it were attached.
Snow stretched into the horizon as the group of adventurers and reluctant partners trudged forward. The group walked for hours. They traveled through a long valley, also covered in immaculate, white snow. Ahead was a rise and beyond it a small mountain where the dwarves had been digging. The site of digging was unmistakable. It was marked with a large red splash. It was the remains of the poor dwarf that had fallen to the Yeti’s rampage.
Our Psionic Rogue grew up an outsider. He and his father tried to always blend in but moved around frequently to prevent them from being found out. When his father died, the sense of loneliness became worse and he actively impersonated people. He didn’t really do it for the money, although it helped. He did it for the attention and nurturing he had seen the originals received from their loved ones.
I have now completed the base and legs for this ginormous work in progress project I’m working on. I painted the torso with the same skin tone I used for the legs. I applied some Lich Skin paint as the base color and used a bit of Zombie Flesh paint to dry brush some tone difference into the skin.
The group of ragged refugees sat down at one of the tables in the inn and ordered some food. They were starving after their arduous trek through the snow. At another table close by sat a group of rowdy dwarves. They were already well under way in their drinking and were talking loudly about a nast set of murders that had been the talk of the town for a while. There had been a string of murders, apparently, the latest of which had occurred in the very town they were in. It had been a huge piece of news as the murdered victim had been a dwarven glass blower.