Короче наделал партаков, с краской заканчивал на отъебись, лак оказался не подходящим - значит отправлять на полку и ставить галочку. Первая фигурка, по этому пытался попробовать разные приемчики да фичи - использовал и магниты, и фурнитуру, подставка деревянная, разные глины и краски. Вымахала аж на 34 см. Буду делать еще, руки аж чешутся, в планах уже три-четыре фигурки.
п.с. Если будет интересно кому - закину куски процесса, дам советы как начать делать и все такое
найдется чем поделиться) Наслаждайтесь)
Thordal the Warrior
One Warrior there was of old
One mighty strong so grim and bold
A fierce and savage kind of lad
Who fought for good and not for bad
But there was an evil plight
Who's nemesis he could not fight
Thus he spoke what a deserter
His foes would die of shameless laughter
He couldn't tell a proper story of slaying things
Achieving glory, he babbled, spluttered, spat and hissed
Because technique of speech he missed
That's how a fighter stout and tall may be
The biggest fool of all
Thordal the Knight
Once in time there was a knight!
He was bold and full of might!
His travels brought him many fight
He rode through darkness storm and night!
This man won every tournament
Looked for challenge through..the land!
But no one dared to battle him
he found nobody of his kin..
Thordal Fighting Glory
We're running up the battlements
We're burning down the settlements
We're fighting close our enemies
We're knocking down the masonry
Let's struggle fight and fray
To our foes dismay, a bloody-minded day
Our enemies decay
We're smashing our adversaries
We're tearing down all boundaries
We're marching to fatality
We're loathing immortality
Let's struggle fight and fray, to our foes dismay
A bloody-minded day, our enemies decay
Thordal Crossed Swords
My victory is close at hand
I'll conquer village, town and land
Against my foes with all my friends
We vanquished them in the last stand
A sword we cross, we mourn no loss
We hold the hammered Viking bands
And who will dare to fight with me
Diabolican
