Painting a sorceress with a crystal ball

Introduction

Another mini for my MAGUS sorceress, to give bonuses for divination rolls. From Reaper Miniatures.

M.A.G.U.S. - You're walking through the forest...

After climbing out of the grotto, our first order of business was locating Shamil. He was still tied to a tree, so there's at least that. I convinced the lizardman to camp for the night, then I sent Cahir to talk to the dead and Athosian to locate our guide. With all undesirable witnesses out of the way, I crushed the assassin's mental defenses and dominated his mind. At least he won't try to kill us now. Right?

Painting ghosts (Nighthaunt Glaivewraith Stalkers)

Introduction

I grabbed five of these freaky spear-wielding ghosts at a second hand discount, and decided to try out 3 separate color schemes on them (all featured on Warhammer TV).

M.A.G.U.S. - Boss fight

After a two-month hiatus, the adventurers continue their assault on the ruined lair of the evil enchantress.

Note that it was Talk Like a Pirate Day, so we used pirate minis instead of the normal ones, and sometimes said "Yarr!" at the end of our sentences. The combat sequences were way too convoluted to keep up the charade, although we did try to use cutlasses instead of swords and cursed the monsters by calling them scurvy dogs.

Painting an oriental woman with fans

Introduction

Another mini for my MAGUS sorceress, giving bonuses to fan-based martial arts, mingling with nobles and putting on masks. From Reaper Miniatures.

Female face

Stormvault campaign: Maggotkin vs Stormcast Eternals, 2019.10.08

Introduction

'Great Virulax...' - wheezed the Bringer of the Pox. 'We are getting dangerously close to Lethis. Surely the defenders will not let our passage be unforgiven...'

'Oh come now, Bringer' - said Virulax, affectionately stroking the twisted branches of a freshly risen Feculent Gnarlmaw. 'This land will barely know our blessings. And we will not cross into the city proper. It stinks of death, but not of rebirth... it is an abhorrent place. This whole realm is dead. I long to bring life to it, but alas...'

Over the hill, the forested land gave way to a small cluster of buildings. Virulax grinned, speech forgotten. There will be humans there, and they will know the gifts of the Grandfather. Unless... Virulax scoffed. The blessedly putrescent scents in the air were disrupted by the sharp tang of freshly struck lightning. The Great Unclean One pulled itself up, brandishing weapons. 

'On guard, children! Stormcast...'