This being my first, tentative post here, I guess I’ll introduce myself very briefly. The element of the hobby which I most enjoy is the potential to expand on the often overused tropes and modes of fantasy and sci fi. I find shiny ol’ heroes with their big gleaming swords rather boring. For me its about the creatures, the crawlers and the scroungers on the edge of the story, wether its the degenerate little necromancer hunched over a book or the mutant prostrating himself before the boots of a planetary Potentate.
The above Mordheim skeletons are the decrepit entourage for a yet to be built Necromancer and Vampire. Inspired by the John Blanche illustrations of skeletons and zombies in the old vampire counts book, I’ve been working away on these walking embodiments of decay. I imagine them crawling and creaking down the labyrinthine walkways of the catacombs, dragging behind them rotten cloth and the withered roots of trees. Wearing the cloth of Empire men from ages new and old, they serve as a sepulchral record to the fate of the bright pennanted and loudly proclaimed knights, who enter the catacombs in search of those great goals, wealth and power, finding within just mud, decay, madness and eventually, death.