Ash Plains Drifter

He can turn himself into a stranger

Well they broke a lot of canes on his hide

he was born away in a cornfield

 When the moon was a cold chiseled dagger

Sharp enough to draw blood from a stone

A fever beats in his head like a drum inside

Some say they fear him

Others admire him

Because he steals his promise

One look in his eye

Everyone denies

Ever having met him

Ever having met him

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The conceptual inspiration for this one was one of those fabulous Clint Eastwood movies that have haunted my imagination since childhood; in this case, the supernatural tinge of this little beauty:

Long ago, I built a set of Cold One Knights mixing and matching different versions of lizards and knights. I had one left over and so the idea took form.

The body was made from some Dark Eldar legs, genestealer cult body, mechanicus legs... he's a real Frankenstein style creation. The final touch was a ragged, torn cloak to help sell the drifter look. 

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Painting was using the palette I've developed with the accent colours of red and blue. Lots of washes and glazes again. 

I am very proud of this; again, he's come out looking the way I wanted. He also fits in well with the other half of the Drift. As I mentioned in the last post, the project is evolving into two distinct strands. We have the semi-official remnants of Imperial culture and then the Ash Waste wanderers. I think these hang together very well indeed. 

And here's the whole set of characters so far: