Khurzluk Miniatures: April Tribes
Diesen Monat gibt es unter andrem ein Trio Skelette bei Khurzluk Miniatures.
APRIL 2026 RELEASE – GREAT CONQUEROR OF THE SOUTH
Raised for war, Kuy-kuyen saw only blood and abuse from birth. Her mixed blood and large size set her apart from the rest of her littermates. Her „purer“ blood was her cursed destiny… The little girl soon grew into a woman, and her mixed blood became more apparent. Her large size and harsh features made her stand out, and she was taken by the king himself to raise „strong sons,“ until she could endure it no longer and escaped. The mountains, where her people live, are as harsh as the people who inhabit them. There was no hunt for her, for she returned immediately. The mountain people descended with her and seized the king’s camp. What she did to her captors cannot be described, but here a legend is born: the great conqueror has returned. The troll-men walk among the southern tribes once more, and their hatred has ignited the hearts of the surrounding clans and tribes. They either unite or are subdued. And the old king walks beside Kuy-kuyen, carrying his prince as a standard to show all what awaits them if they face her.
APRIL 2026 DARK FANTASY RELEASE
Sir Wystlaw, the Twice-Burnt Knight
Sir Wystlaw died as all knights swear they will:
blade in hand, banner unfallen, and faith unbroken.
The fortress burned around him. Once by enemy fire…
and again when his own allies sealed the gates, choosing victory over rescue.
He burned twice.
Once in flesh.
Once in memory.
Death should have claimed him, yet something refused to yield. Beneath collapsed stone and ash, his will endured long after his body failed. No necromancer called him back. No curse bound him.
He rose by oath alone.
Armor fused to blackened bone, Wystlaw returned to the world as a revenant sustained purely by resolve. He walks not for vengeance, nor glory, but to finish a battle he believes never truly ended.
Where his banner moves, the dead remember discipline.
And they stand again.
—
Tom, the Last Trumpeter
Tom had never been a knight.
He was small, overlooked, the camp trumpeter whose task was to signal charges for heroes greater than himself.
He died unnoticed when the fortress burned.
When Wystlaw awakened, a faint echo of a marching call drifted through the ash. Guided by memory rather than magic, the knight uncovered the tiny skeleton clutching a warped brass trumpet.
Tom rose laughing.
Now he marches beside the revenant host, sounding silent calls only the dead can hear. With every note, fallen warriors stir, straighten, and remember who they once were.
The living hear nothing.
But the dead assemble.
—
Brutus Fortesque, Breaker of the Breach
In life, Brutus Fortesque was the last warrior to abandon a failing wall. While others retreated through smoke and flame, he remained at the breach, holding back the enemy long enough for the wounded to escape.
He died standing.
His body was found crushed beneath collapsed stone, hands still clenched around the haft of a shattered war-maul.
When Sir Wystlaw rose again, he did not summon Brutus with sorcery. He simply gave the order once spoken in life:
“Hold.”
The bones answered.
Brutus rose towering above the revenant host, his frame rebuilt with iron bindings and fused armor plates. In his hands rests a colossal two-handed mace forged from melted weapons, a weapon made not for dueling, but for ending sieges.
He does not guard.
He does not hesitate.
Where Wystlaw points, Brutus advances, each swing of the maul collapsing shields, walls, and bodies alike.
He was once the last line of defense.
Now he is the force that breaks the line entirely.
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