My first project of 2010!
I’ll update more once I’m a bit more caught up!
THE ARMY IS UPON US.
Silver Skull General:
All boxed up and ready to go!
DETAILS:
These are custom 3″ dunnies. the candle is made on top of the ear with resin as well as the eyes and the skull. Each piece is airbrushed and hand painted as well.
there are 12 figures in this batch. these will be Blind box, in a custom box.
5 “right ear blue flames” and 5 “left ear green flames” additionally, There will be two “silver skull general” chases randomly inserted in the mix. Each figure has an “interference” finish on top of them.they are black based, but were the light hits them strongest will be the most colorful spot (kind of like a june bug). these guys look awesome in person.
These are available for $85 US Shipped US. International orders, let me know where your at, and we may need to tack on $5 or so.
Pieces are available NOW, in my webstore.
http://www.fplus.bigcartel.com
They marched like a brilliantly shimmering parade through the square,
Their majik auras gently vibrated the surrounding bystanders.
Although many feared the army, they couldn’t help but stand in awe of the sight.
As the soldiers made their way through the massive city toward the palace of the Principatus, their candles unnaturally vibrant flames cast an eerie glow
against the poplars and marble buildings that made up the city.
As they reached the base of the palace steps, they were met by a formidable wall of battle ready white wizards and warriors, waiting for them at the top of the steep stairs.
From the sea of strange light below, two candles, burning brighter than any others, parted the sea of colourful torches. A single codexian came out from the ranks and knelt to one knee, casting his prismatic sword into the soft earth beside him, the two candles smoldering atop his head.
“My name is General Daval Razikan” he announced. “And we are the Black Candelabra. We are not judge, nor jury…” He said while raising his head. He paused for only a moment. It felt like an eternity, as the air become strangely still. The only sound, the soft hum of majik. It felt as threatening as a viper, coiled to strike.
“We are simply executioners, and this palace of yours, shall be your gallows….”
