At this point, the fact that the Scions of the Flame still aren’t finished can only be attributed to inertia and general cowardice. I could probably live with one or the other, but both is pushing it. Time to get a grip.
I’m probably between 12 and 20 hours in; I seriously do not want to have to strip them and start over. That would suck. A lot. But it is what it is. They’re not doing me any favors on the shelf, and I’m not starting another warband until they’re done. I need to decide – airbrush or dry brush – and just fucking start. If the pooch gets screwed, so be it. I’m not even all that attached to them; they came with the terrain. Every time I think I have the stupid perfectionist bullshit under control…
Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.
~Aristotle
A hard habit to break
I was worried about spatter, so I ran a practice sheet. I keep changing my grip. My thumb is more comfortable on the trigger, and, if I pay attention, I have almost as much control as I do with my index finger. Unfortunately, my first instinct is like that god forsaken moment that you have to hit the brake with your left foot and about give yourself whiplash. If I can get past it, I will curse less. OK, so that’s a lie, but I will curse about the airbrush less.
My halo’s bent and crooked
So far, so not catastrophic. I had some hiccups, but nothing that feels unrecoverable. Yet. I am such a friggin baby. I think my halos were too heavy-handed, but only one way to find out.
Fire in the hole
I’ve been staring at them too long; I have no idea how I feel yet. The Golden High Flow Fluorescent Ink and the Army Painter Speed Paint did not mix well in places, particularly on the robes. I probably should have expected it, given SP’s water reactivation issues and how fluid the HF is. Considering the mix of complementary colors, I expected a complex brown, but I got a cloudy yellow? It’s odd, but I’m not that fussed. Next time I’ll seal with matte varnish before edge highlighting. Mainly I just tried not to overwork it and make it worse.
They’re not fantastic, but they’re not a trainwreck either. And about as subtle as a bulldozer in a petunia patch. Though, first time out, they could have been a dumpster fire. I could fiddle with them for another 12 hours, but I’m not that invested. They’re tabletop standard and ready to be based. Just in time to test the crackle paste for the Zig. Imagine that.
