~ Amadriel closed her hand around the twisted trunk of the scythe. It had grown in the greenwood for half an age now, replanted after the last war against the ruinous ones. Lichen stained its bark and moss had sprouted in dark patches amongst the knots and gnarls, but she could still feel the polished […]Read More Out On A Limb
Greetings, fellow humans! This week, I have mostly been painting my Weirdnob Shaman. Dim the Enchanter is an eccentric performer, who believes that death awaits us all with nasty, big, pointy teeth. In hindsight, I should have painted him before assembling him, as there were a few bits that were tricky to get to with […]Read More There are some who call me… Dim.