Hi guys, long time no see. I hope you are all doing well.
Thank Unas, i'm glad you like them. I'm particulary proud of this strigoi character =)
Let's share some new mini and homemade background !
I finally got my titan-forge kickstarter mini and some time to paint them. Here we go, first with some cathay/nippon model
The Nippon Sasoriza clan left the island several generations ago, leaving behind puerile conflicts with other clans. But unlike the customs, the samurai at the head of the Sasoriza clan did not sail towards the rising sun in search of adventure. It is to the Occident that he turned, rebuilding a community in the neighboring empire of Cathay. It was there that they experienced a new rise, offering their services as mercenaries to the lord of the province of Yuanjin, where they settled.
Mainly, their martial skills are employed in two places. Firstly on the shores of the jade river where dark cults regularly emerge, motivated by ancient local folklore. Second on the outskirts of the mines and tunnels of the Yuanjin metropolis, securing the surrounding area while underground security is entrusted to Cathaian soldiers. On more than one occasion, however, Sasoriza fighters were dispatched to the North to reinforce the garrisons of the Great Bastion against the hordes coming from the desolation.
The heir of the clan recently disappeared in a Hobgobline ambush during a trade escort mission along the Silk Road. Despite this, the survivors of the attack did not see him fall with their own eyes. Until his return or confirmation of his death, a veteran named Takei Ken is the steward of the exiled clan.Quickly, Takei was confronted with two unprecedented trials.
The first is that of Onis - native demons of Nippon - who arrived on the continent after being sent by the ancient rival Nippon clans of the Sasoriza. For now, the Cathaian authorities confuse them with a new kind of ogre plunderers, but the samurais are not fooled.
The second is linked to the growing number of peasants found to be suffering from Degenerative Death, an illness that afflicts the population spontaneously and without any apparent direct link. The sick are struck by fever and atrophy, but also madness suggesting macabre traumas. If the origin of this resurgence of the epidemic is not quickly identified, the number of volunteers to join the ranks of Ashigaru spearmens of the Sasorizas could dry up and their services as mercenaries could be compromised.
Next, to stay with titan-forge, some ladies
In the distant New World, at the heart of the Wild Lustria, lies a mysterious nation that has given many phantasms to the citizens of the Old World. Eternal youth, gold and gems in abundance, cure for all ills, fabulous beauty, innocent candidness... this civilization developed around the Amaxon River has caused much ink to flow. The famous Amazonian women are a dream unreachable for the majority of mortals. A world composed only of lightly dressed women, drowning in wealth and always juvenile. It is a utopian paradise that was fatal to many adventurers. Were they able to reach this distant continent, they did not find maidens draped in flowers offering precious gems and servile tenderness. Whether by bow, javelin or blowgun, the Piranha Warriors had no mercy for these greedy invaders, greeting them with a deluge of poisonous missiles. Specialists in ambush and skirmish, veterans of the war against lizardmens and greenskins swarming in the jungle, they are the scouts of this matriarchal world. And for them, men are just one more threat to chase out of their forest.
Now, something a bit different with my minis from momminiatura. All of his models looks like a hero and i had to find some backstory to each of them. Here we go.
Dimuel comes from Remas, a large coastal city built on the ruins of an ancient elven port. Its fishermen are renowned throughout the inland sea. However, maritime and land conflicts are common, pitting Remas against other city-states such as Sartosa, Miragliano or Luccini. Nevertheless, Tobaro is an exception and is a notorious ally of Remas. This one is directed by a triumvirate elected by the "big families".
Dimuel and his twin little sisters come from one of these families. He was forced into exile when his uncle was murdered after a failed "coup attempt". He was in the great merchant city of the North at that time. Although persuaded that it is a conspiracy, his family is threatened as long as it remains in Remas. But to return would now be taking considerable risks. Accepting the help of a man of confidence native of Tobaro, he remained far away while his friend tries to exfiltrate his family from the port city. His stay in the merchant city finally destined to pursue, he offered his services as a swordsman and mercenary, quickly attracting the attention of Dan, captain of the guard…
Carlos Ricardo is a native of Fort-Gascogne where his father was master-of-arms. However, he made the choice to leave this country to live in the city of Tobaro with his wife and his only son, to everyone's incomprehension. It is thus in the City of the Sirens that Carlos "di Castelmore" began his reputation, proving to be as formidable with the sword as his father. For a time he served in the Guard of the Depths, but his imposing build was not suitable for fighting in the tunnels. Nor did he had the sea legs needed to fight on the water.
These defects led him one day to participate in the defense of a Tylean city against marauding greenskins. It is there that he met the member of one of the leading families, Dimuel, with whom he made friendship and carried out several journeys on the seas. When the name of his brother-in-arms fell into disgrace, he supported him rather than turn his back upon him. From Marienburg, he used all the connections he had in order to exfiltrate his comrade's family from Remas.
Little point meta concerning Carlos: I proposed to my discord server to name this character and it was the members who gave birth to Carlos Ricardo di Castelmore, a wink assumed to the famous D'Artagnan.
Hraesgnir was part of a band of raiders from the far north. One by one they swept away the pathetic peoples of the South, advancing ever deeper into the unknown and slaughtering in the name of their deities. Until one day, fighting an adversary who was tougher than he thought he was, he lost his life.
Yet when he came back to himself, he was not in the hall of ancient heroes. No procession of virgins or buckets of rotgut was offered to him. He was in the darkness of an underground crypt, locked among other armor-clad dead. Presumably it had been there for centuries. It didn't take Hraesgnir long to reach the surface and discover an environment that had changed little since he was alive. But why was he there rather than among his ancestors ? What forces had kept him here or banished him from the halls of glory? How could he have woken up in this forgotten cairn when he no longer had eyes to see or lungs to breathe ?
Time passed and he stayed in his crypt, lying in what seemed like an eternity, waiting for death to pick him up again. But it did not come. When his patience was exhausted, the ancient warrior emerged with a sword at his hip. If his glory had not been enough during his lifetime to allow him to reach his due, Hraesgnir would conquer it in death. He would strike down and sacrifice to the ancient gods anyone who stood in his way.
Otto is a native of Reikland and, at a very young age, joined the church of Sigmar. With two other novices, he walked in the footsteps of a cult inquisitor, tracking corruption wherever it manifested itself. It was not a very envious adolescence, but it forged the character of the religious, who was regularly confronted with death and the horrors of this profession. In his twenties he was the only apprentice still alive. Two years later, the Repurgator was killed in an ambush in Carroburg while Otto was recovering in a chapel from a bad knee injury.
After this misfortune, gnawed by remorse for having failed in his duty, he renewed his efforts alone. But the archbishops had other plans for Sigmar's soldier. Guided by an unshakeable faith, he carried the name of the Unberrogens into the dens of man-beast or green skin. Never again did he stay away from the fighting, no matter how hard it may have been, building himself a reputation as a tough guy who caught the attention of the captain of the guard at Marienburg. Asking for his help, Dan had him join his special squad, bringing a considerable weight to the skirmishes to come.
And to finish this post, a little rollback on my neritican army. The thuuls. It's their design who first gave me the desire to do this army. They were cool and cthulhisc (does this word exist ? :cautious:) . Ben when i oppened the battaillon, nightmare. They were neither in plastic like the naiad ou metal like the crab or wyrm. They were in some crapy and fragile resin. Just removing the mold line and holder make me break lots of parts. And the prime paint did not stick on it. What a disappointment. But whatever, i took on myself and did as good with them as i could and still wanted, rather than living them to be forget in one drawer.
True nightmares of fishermen, thuuls haunt shallow shores. More than one boat was found empty of its occupant, pulled into the icy depths. Little is known about these creatures who, despite their mutual aversion to land races, sometimes interact with small coastal villages. Always at night and at full moon.
Smaller than an adult male but of comparable strength, they cannot communicate verbally, but are able to project their thoughts into the minds of their interlocutors. This faculty leaves room for a doubt that no one dares to evoke: are they also capable of extracting memories or reading thoughts? No one knows, but their few interlocutors make sure that they always express themselves with sincerity and without lying by omission.
Thuuls do not trade or fight to conquer anything. Or at least, that is what they lead people to believe. Who could guess what strange shenanigans are brewing behind their intelligent glowing eyes ? The only thing we know for sure is that some form of hierarchy exists within the species. When groups are spotted, it is usually gathered around seemingly similar specimens. Except for the bluish and luminescent veins that run through their skin and the remanent traces they leave behind as they move, betraying some complex magic at work.
