@Farmer7574 Thanks. Mangy you say? A rather apt description. Bravo.
The Treeman is from Scibor, same place as the Treeman from my last challenge entry. There are 3 of them(one to go I guess).
@Borgnine Thanks. Glad you like the back story. I find it helps me to put some character into a mini if I come up with a scenario or some history for them. Plus it is fun. Yes, I liked the idea of severed hands crawling all over the tree like some sort of twisted spiders.
@Leithel Thank you. It's a fun creative outlet. I don't get to use much creativity at work so I guess I have plenty stored up for this kind of thing.
The conclave of dryads were as old as the trees themselves, their fates forever tied to that of their home. As the corruption crept into the forest they too fell under it’s sway. Seduced by the dark power of the Vampiress ruling over these lands, they pledged their allegiance to her.
Shaving their heads of their magical tresses and covering their delicate features with the corroded masks of fallen foes plucked from the forest floor. Thus they avoided the fate of other fair maidens throughout the domain, invariably killed or disfigured by it’s envious rulers hand. They pleased their new master well and were rewarded with an unnatural thirst for blood, only ever removing their masks at the end of a battle to feed joyously on their vanquished foes.
Imbibing foul concoctions on a daily basis, the toxins infuse their blood and cloud their minds. Intoxicated by their own venom, poison seeping from their wooden talons, they leap shrieking into battle.
Hey guys a test of some wip picks for my war machine entry using alternative means as photobucket is no longer an option. Just need to paint it now Bit of background to whet the appetite.
Old Flat Top (Warmachine/Battering Ram) ‘Tis common knowledge among the local villagers that not far into the Dark Woods in a deeply shaded glade is the home of Old Flat Top. It lies just far enough into the forest that unwary travellers may catch a glimpse of the the peaceful looking clearing from the road. Dead in the center of the grassy clearing sits the gnarled trunk of a long deceased tree.
Many a weary traveller, some with a dislike of towns and the folk who dwell in them, others too poor or too miserly to pay for a room in the nearby village, have entered the oddly enticing glade with the intent of setting up camp for the night. Still others, lacking common sense or strength of will, are enchanted by the barely audible promises and seductive whispers drifting from the glade, and glimpses of voluptuous silhouettes among the shadows. Alas, none of the weary travellers who enter, merely looking for reprieve from the hardships of the road, or in search of something more debauched, are seen again.
Yet not all meet this fate. Closer inspection by the cautious traveller will reveal a harem of fetching women lounging, sleepy-eyed, like great cats on the outskirts of the glade. The especially wary pilgrim may notice the unnaturally pale tone of their near naked bodies, or the the feral eyes set amongst their beautiful otherworldly features. Those who dare come near enough to observe the abundance of shattered bones peeking from beneath the swaying grass and wildflowers have surely ventured too far.
With the speed of a snake striking it's prey, the remains of the undead treeman burst forth from the center of the glade, the ancient trunk rising high into the air on a sinewy stalk of tangled roots before crashing down on it’s victim like a great hammer amid a shower of soil and debris. The thunderous blow shakes the earth for leagues around, rousing the corrupted dryads from their tranquility. Screeching with glee, the ravenous maidens flock to the pulverised remains, picking the splinters of bone from their perfect white teeth.
In times of war, when the undead forces of the Dark Woods lay siege to an enemy fortress or citadel, Old Flat Top leaves the glade accompanied by his ever present coterie, burrowing his way across the battlefield. An unholy monstrosity, no gate, portcullis, or even wall can withstand the destruction of this sentient battering ram, as it slithers through ranks of terrified enemies, leaving a trail of twisted and crushed ruin in its wake.
You made it all awesome, as usual As I mentioned in the voting thread, I just love the creative take on the 'war machine' topic and now, when I looked at the original Scibor's mini, I love how you used it and twisted it into your own version. All the tree-women look also great and make it all much more unsettling.
My entry complete in record time! Had fun making this one with a vampire lord stomping all over her own troops She really does detest the use of lowly zombies in her army but alas they are a necessary evil
I went with a bit of a head tilt to try and give a puzzled, somewhat confused look on the zombie as he is about to be demolished by some 'friendly fire'.
Title: “Out of my way wretch”! Miniature: The Arrogant Countess (Varghulf or Mounted Vampire Lord/Abyssal Terror)
Acknowledged at court for her sophistication and discriminating taste, the vampire lord widely known as ‘The Arrogant Countess’ gladly cultivates a reputation for cruelty. A creature of pure narcissism and vanity, in times of war she casts aside her extravagant gowns to reveal a flawless physique, basking in the stares of envy and desire from the vampiric nobility.
Strutting through the undead ranks, she mocks and laughs with unbridled scorn at those cowering behind armour and shield. Her own obvious contempt and lack of fear for the enemy only serves to add credence to her derision. Even the elite Blood Knights are not immune to her disdain, as she sneers that no mere Nightmare is fit to serve as her mount.
Riding into battle atop an undead behemoth she surveys the carnage of the battlefield from an elevated position, unassailable in her own superiority. Having been deemed unworthy to gaze upon it’s mistress, her mount’s eyes have been plucked from it’s head, and it charges into battle swinging wildly and crushing friend and foe alike, much to the delight of it’s spiteful master.