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The Stray Ones, former demon
slaves. They do not have faith in people - only in their terrible
lord of war: Bran Carnoth.

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Code: HD3001
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The Stray Ones, former demon slaves. They do not have faith in people - only in their terrible lord of war: Bran Carnoth...
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This pack contains 4 miniatures
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Code: HD3002
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No description at this time
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Code: HD3003
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Code: HD3004
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Code: HD3005
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The Squamata have no barbers, no priests to grant them the extreme unction, however, one of them does hold the position of doctor. They call him
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Code: HD3006
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In the midst of combat, I couldn’t help but stop to gaze at the beast. Fierce and bloodthirsty, it also had some sort of infinitely seductive quality. But it was as if it had sensed my gaze: it turned towards me and stared straight at me with its bright red eyes, burning like hot coals. This was not the stare of a damned one; this was the look of a demon. When it opened its maw, the mask of steel opened too for an instant, and I saw the very mouth of evil gaping wide to swallow me whole. My head began to swim, it was as if a vice was crushing at my head and compressing my chest. I owe it to Spada that I did not fall unconscious at that point. It was his cry that pulled me from my trance and sent me back into combat
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Code: HD3007
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“The body of worms, to which the Corvus have even given a name - Wormpile - will even go as far as to charge the enemy, on the battlefield. It seems to aim quite randomly, however it usually tries to drown the enemy officers in a wave of tiny bodies, individually soft but wriggling with hunger. At least, that is the tale the Corvus tell: should we believe everything these damned ones say, they who also claim to be able to see through the eyes of the crows of our world? That is a good question, for they truly are a load of scoundrels.”
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Code: HD3008
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I have already written about the one they call 'Wormpile', but it does seem that the Underworld has unlimited potential for cadavers, rotting flesh and maggots. One of the best examples is the unfortunate creature that strongly resembles a swollen cadaver, constantly devoured by maggots as big as your fist. It always follows its mistress, a shameless vixen who has many a demonic trait. Her right breast has been removed, in the fashion of the Amazons of old, leaving nothing but a red swollen scar. But the most repulsive detail is her left arm, which looks like the appendage of an insect, articulated like a suit of armor and made of a dark and shiny material. However she does not seem to notice it and uses it like she would her own hand, so well, in fact, that she is more skilled with this curious limb than some men are with a full hand of five fingers.
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Code: HD3009
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RRP: £8.00
OUR PRICE: £7.20
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Code: HD3010
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There is something in the way he moves, fights, or even speaks, that is somewhere between that of a living creature and some kind of mechanical device, like those automatons that the noble and the learned enjoy so much. On the battlefield, he becomes a whirl of steel, insect-like limbs and blood, and his rasping voice booms out like a roll of thunder. I have seen his opponents, be they men, damned ones or devils, freeze with fright, or even collapse, when hit by the shock-wave of his roar.
RRP: £17.00
OUR PRICE: £15.30
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