An Ambushed Merchant

It was a cold and unsettling morning. The camp was quiet, even too much quiet for an elf. Then one of the patrols along the tree line discovered, by their horror, that someone have sneaked behind their eyes. They are the retainers of Anarien, an elf merchant of Tor Nimtala, and his tent lies open by a side. Anarien is nowhere to be found. Several boxes and a chest are gone too. The guards start to look for their lord in the forest...

Gaining some momentum

A slow burning but I am glad that I did not lose much of the technique in two years without painting. Not without some loss in my already low speed. But eh! I was not confident that I could paint even the least subtle of the shield or face details.

Fixing the Ulthuan's housing problems (II): From the roof down

So… if we haven’t done something wrong we are ending the house with the roof. Our walls are finished and the glue/varnish cured without warping them.
Here we will build the curved roof and paint everything, as our current project is not one of the Citadel/other companies printable templates and therefore it needs proper details..

Fixing the Ulhuan's housing problems (I)

I am expending those little spare holiday moments to prepare a long run into the painting projects instead of starting the painting itself. And for one of those micro-projects, I've finished something long long forgotten in my workbench.
Yes, it is about housing but in no way related with "where can I put those gazillion miniatures". Neither about actual property market in the elven kingdoms. But let see.

Hello Old World

Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis
and the rise of the sons of Aryas
there was an age undreamed of...