On the first day of a new year it is pleasant to wander beneath the stars down to your workshop. The sky was clear and the air chill. Stars, in there thousands, speckled the sky while the glowing, shimmering moon hung high.
A beautiful sight.
This bounty hunter was not a beautiful sight at all. Not good, not bad, but rather ugly. The slotta base was missing, one foot damaged while most of the crossbow at his hip was absent. To top all of this, he is another one of those dreadful pewtery casts from the mid '80s where the detail distorts and rubs away.
All in all, he was a figure with no name. And no hope.
Thanks to a little green stuff and a lot of paint he lives to hunt again. Doesn't his visage grace a piece of art in the Enemy Within campaign, or was it the WFRP rulebook? I can't quite remember. Repairing him took me every which way but loose.
I tried to keep the colour scheme as brown as possible here, as a nod to Clint Eastwood's numerable Westerns (spaghetti or not) that clearly influenced this figures design. I didn't have long to finish him either, as MFM required me for telly watching. In fact, I am needed even as I type these letters.
I'm satisfied with the paint job. I'm sure to go back and tweak bits here and there when I have more time, especially on the glowing cigar. Ultimately, this morning he was in a shocking state and now he drifts the high plains once more.
Perhaps I should hunt out another one of these figures, in better condition. But he will probably cost a few dollars more.
Orlygg
