Critical Hit Creations

This is the first squad of minis I’ve painted in a long time. They have very dynamic poses, so I spend a bit of extra time building the bases to raise them up and accentuate the silhouette. The colour of the armour was achieved by glazing from an ochre brown to a cream through desert...

It rained that day. Black umbrellas held aloft at the graveside would have been appropriate; but there were none. The pallbearers thought it odd, but remained silent. The casket was lowered into the empty ground, the wet soil piled atop. The diggers departed and the slab of grey stone was left alone; nameless. That too was odd; its brethren had always borne the names of their wards,...

The moonlight roared and cracked her head. Her mind throbbed with the echoes of the evening. She hurried across the park and dove for the amber safety of the streetlight. It was surprisingly quiet for this time on a Manhattan Friday; the Doppler drone of a distant cab spoke above the low bass of the city. She wasn’t drunk; it was a different pain that plagued her. Though the few drinks...