The Morrighan was ancient beyond belief. She had seen empires rise and crumble. She had witnessed the fall of the Eldar race, the flight into the Webways, the founding of Comorragh, the brutal power-struggles that ensued, and eventually the rise of the upstart Vect. She had bid her time in the shadow of Lelith, waiting for her hour of might. Her cult, The Frigid Razor, was strong, and grew stronger with each season of gladiatorial combat culling the weakest from the flock. The Morrighan’s aeons of planning were finally about to give fruit. And yet she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling, that something was missing from the puzzle… She would have to consult the Crones.
Alright! Progress report time. I’ve settled on a paint scheme, that I’m satisfied with, both in terms of overall look, and speed of painting. The main colours are hawk turquoise and red gore, with some ice blue and fortress gray added to the mix. I’ve assembled the succubus, three reavers, and ten wyches, and painted the reavers and one of the hecatrixes (hecatrixi?). I was at the store painting with a friend and co-worker, and he was kind enough to snap a few photos of my miniatures. Tell me what you think.
Blowing smoke 