|Something like 16 months from delivery to shelf. These guys were still alive when it arrived, and now look at them.|
|Heraldry from left to right - the 14th Everton Foot, Teutonic Knights Templar and the Order of the Verdant Heart.|
The final batch of Dungeon Saga is done!
As I'd already done one lot of Undead, I was trying quite hard to find new variations to try for my own lot. So eerie green spooks instead of traditional bedspreads this time...
|The spooky glow effect is pretty hit and miss, sadly. In some lights they look like jade statues, in others like seaweed. But they'll do.|
|Everyone knows elves go blue when turned to the undead.|
...and I reckoned I'd do Dwarven Wraiths instead of Revenants. A middle ground between the Return of the King's Army of the Dead (which has an excellent GW plastic kit, by the way) and Pirates of the Caribbean's scurvy crew.
|You'd best start believing in Dwarves, missy. You're in one!|
No, that doesn't work at all.
|They've all got the same shield, as befits their elite bodyguard unit status.|
|Look closely at this hand, ladies and gentlemen - completely empty! The hammer has vanished into this air!|
A final pair of heroes, with the diminutive Halfling Fighter and the stout Dwarven Barkeep.
|Morph goes Medieval|
|I'll have a large one, barman. No offense to your people, of course.|
And a table, because Stylus needs taunting.
What with this being Easter weekend, I've even had time for a little Reaper in passing.
|On Saturday, he ate one dwarven cleric, one human barbarian, one elven wizard and one half-orc druid. That night, he had a stomach ache.|
It's a bit sad to see the end of the Dungeon Saga slog, in some ways. I've grown accustomed to their faces over time (their blobby, poorly defined faces). Luckily I still have a ready supply of doors and other furniture - I still need a bookstand for the full set, for one. There's certainly enough to be going on with for now, mind you, and I shall leave you to rest on my laurels with this big group shot.
|I like to imagine them doing the big chorus numbers from 42nd Street together.|
|And now off to the shelf, never to be seen again.|