Last Updated 090110
231209 0414PM Captains log:
HOLY EFFIN EFF...EFF.
Polymer clay is my new best friend!
Here I've been thinking it's for housewives thats slowly going crazy!
So I sitting there thinking I need bigger dire wolves (duuh)
and as I'm slowly running out of both green stuff and my prime armature material (hotglue and bamboo skewers) I started making a reely big dag and realized that with the exception of slight skinning I could make the whole guy from it.
Then I noticed the slightly waxy translucent finish on the bare polymer.
Obviously this will to an extent be lost when painted but we'll see as Ive done some twenty zombie armatures in this wonder material.
(before anyone starts, yeah I'm painfully aware that you could settle for gluing up the GW ones but I only use those for bits nowadays as I get bored really really fast
So anywho I found my alterego again (my necro) but lost my rulebook in the process
Gonna get some batteries and do the whole shiny lightbox thingy tomorrow..or thats today as I've got 2kgs of the stuff and I'm thinking of redoing my maggoty vampire in the same material.
Inspecting the first one and the pinkisch hue makes him look like a teeny tiny dead man with wire for arms and legs 0_o (yeah I'll get batteries tomorrow!)
many a day later (090110):
Ye olde crappe:
Excerpt of Buguz The Chivaleric bard's
Biography 'The deadite's Cometh' Chapter's 66:1-402:99-'correspondance to the Lady':
"...being born within one of the nameless royal court's of the Empire
just to be discarded as another casualty of Selective (in)breeding
amongst the nobility before even feeling his mother's warm bossom...
...Having in effect spies everywhere in the form of both deadites,
Morr priests, apprentices and lesser tralls...
...The Monkey Shaman, the one who walk among the pink apes as a messenger from the gods... were able to snatch the child up before he even hit the first cliff outside the nursery...
...place him under the tutelage of one of his more trusted Ticks, although one is never to trust a parasite....
...Modern day empire dwellers have bastardised the word Leech as synonymous with another necromantic parasitic construct of the Shaman's making...
...In his service he is building a reputation as a fierce fighter and bodyguard...
...slowly but surely learning the art of forcefull diplomacy suitable to that of the true ruler of the..."
Most of the inspiration for this guy comes from a painting depicting a clergyman a soldier and a nobleman who've all lost their legs (for begging purposes) in little beggars carts sort of running around in a circle ( 1 to anyone who can find a link to the picture.
Loosing any point of inspiration on continuing on my second dreg I moved on to 'dreg the third'
(from now on referred to as Dr. Aben D. Nacht)
while making up his general frame and body size I kinda had a moment and seeing as I had at least
a slight battery charge I decided to share:
Updates to come just waiting for the GS to dry.
(unfortunately he lost his "daddy why did you cut my feet off?" look the minute the mask went on but oh well.)
Crushed by falling debris markers!
After using my mad mathematical skillz
I have concluded I will only need two ghouls!
>_< aw crap, It seems the whole serious dreg concept is falling on its nose.
pics comming tonight!
with the first half finished zombie of the group, only eight more to go!
Finally some pics...this time without the über elite lighting technology