The Scorched Plain
And with these terrains ready, I'll take a break from the hobby until we actually start the campaign.
Since I had already painted the rocks on the Purebred bases as volcanic glass (or is it solidified tar?) I continued the theme on the terrains. On a black undercoat, I gave a basecoat of Abadon Black followed by a light drybrush of Dawnstone to pick up the natural grain of the slate. To achieve the shine, I first washed them with Drakenhof Nightshade and then coated them in 'Ardcoat. The sand on the bases was painted exacty as that on the models: heavy drybrushes of Mournfang Brown, Balor Brown, Wildrider Red and Ryza's Rust over a black undercoat.
As I was working on them, I also reworked some of the fluff from Codex Tor Megiddo, so that rather than being presented by an external narrator, it is told from the perspective of the Yaike Yaike themselves. Thanks a lot to Alexander for his comments and suggestions on an earlier version!
First came Black Cloud
and it hid the Light.
Then came Fell Water
and it drowned the world.
The tree burnt
The sea boiled
The beast roared
The man starved.
Then came Red Wind
And ash and dust rose.
In tunnels and caves
the Yaike Yaike hid.
The weak starved
The strong endured
Many changed.
All hungered.
And then Red Wind left
Out of tunnels and caves
the Children crawled
and on the Scorched Plain they met.
Bonds were forged
and conflicts settled by trial.
And there was trade
of flesh, metal and oil.
Twenty times twenty the Light rose
and Red Wind returned.
Again the Tribes hid
until Red Wind turned northward.
And as Red Wind comes and goes
We, the Stone Children, the Yaike Yaike
meet at the Great Gathering
out on the Scorched Plain.
and it hid the Light.
Then came Fell Water
and it drowned the world.
The tree burnt
The sea boiled
The beast roared
The man starved.
Then came Red Wind
And ash and dust rose.
In tunnels and caves
the Yaike Yaike hid.
The weak starved
The strong endured
Many changed.
All hungered.
And then Red Wind left
Out of tunnels and caves
the Children crawled
and on the Scorched Plain they met.
Bonds were forged
and conflicts settled by trial.
And there was trade
of flesh, metal and oil.
Twenty times twenty the Light rose
and Red Wind returned.
Again the Tribes hid
until Red Wind turned northward.
And as Red Wind comes and goes
We, the Stone Children, the Yaike Yaike
meet at the Great Gathering
out on the Scorched Plain.
No comments:
Post a Comment