Sadly my work has postponed this commissions completion. As it had slowed assembly that is what happens at 60 plus hours a week.
A urban legend that some claim to be true the Rake a creature who has haunted spanning four centuries some claim. though all evidence I found lead back to just the last 75 years. Is is true I do not know, but if it is then well it is the stuff nightmares are made of. The picture below gives me the freaking creeps.
Description of the creature is Pale and humanoid, with twisted limbs at odd angles. Armed with long sharp talons, so to rend its prey to shreds as one account I read indicated. The movements are said to be canine. But the eyes are the most horrific description, Black and soulless as if sucking all the light into them. Even when a flashlight plays over them they are black and empty. The sounds it makes are described as heavy breathing, whispering and load growls. Only encountered at night usually perching on the soon to be victims bed or in a corner of the room.
From a Witness: 2006
“Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive.
Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.
For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)
On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.
I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.” (From http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Rake )
Back to the ghouls they are all assembled now. I only replaced the damaged hands with weapons. As instructed most the unit has only there claw like hands as weapons. Just like the rake
Speaking of ghouls here is a female ghoul. I think she should run for miss ghoul.
Here is the example figure I was sent to match the ghouls too. Lets see how good I really am.
More rake pictures.
Onto my test figure after a long hard battle I nailed him. No no not like that what freaks for thinking like that. You should be ashamed.
This one looks kinda yellow. I shouldn’t have tried the yellow wash over the camoshade.
The formula is a coat of rotted flesh. Wash camoshade. Drybrush p3 thrall flesh full tutorial later.
New Nurgling green and old are not the same. Don’t care what gw claims they are not makes me want to scream. Luckily I found one more old pot. But she will be the last. See pic below for comparison
I will be figuring out how to fabricate rotting flesh. Have a good idea but will play with it later. For now we have a rake.
Now we have finished ghoul skin lets celebrate.
Here is one of the two rake pictures from above in its complete unedited image.
The ghoul Hoarde now has its clothing on. A nice mix of brown cloths and dirty white. Please note this is before the earth shade wash.
Another rake picture from the above one split.
So here we go the ghouls have just been bathed in some water I would not let a Orc drink. And the things they did while in the water would make Slannesh blush.
Final details with the only thing that is needed now is the final basing. Leave the lights on tonight so the rake does not find you.
My oldest had her last day of tumbling Thursday.
She got to demonstrate kickovers, the precursor to handstands
We found out she has stage fright. She thought everyone was laughing at her. Funny that my diva daughter is afraid of crowds.
But she still went first, and I’m proud of her.
A crab walk.
Two straddle rolls
A regular front roll
Her kickover and then the big finish.
Blushing she walks away.
And then it was ribbon time.
So why mousling is a curse good question let me explain.
The owner who commissioned them wishes to turn his party of adventures into mouslings. So they can battle on as normal size bipedal mice.
Disturbing if you ask me. Yet I love his mind set.
First up the bard for one always needs someone I sing of the heroic deeds. To insure there fame.
Well should I give it a dollar or yell take it all off.
Then we have the thief who stole the Crown Jewels from the king of the rats. Who hired us to defeat the evil bunny invasion from up north. Needless to say this adventure did not end well.
These animals live in my state.
Next we have jack the pirate mousling arg matey. Terror of the eight lakes of
Will the real captain jack please stand up.
Yesterday was the 48th birthday of Melissa McBride of the walking dead
So her uncle Eric got her a jewelry box for Christmas. Today we sit to paint it up, here it is still in the packaging.
Here is a picture of baby blaze Judy’s special cat.
He was so little and cute back then.
Here is a picture of blaze who is enjoying being a foot warmer.
So asking her what color she wants the box she recites all the colors.
This will be a fun project with her.
She went with a yellow butterfly and a blue box.
While we wait to blue the box here is some pics of Judy and banshee
A update shot of the progress she is making.
Such a adorable girl she is and as artistic she is. She must of inherited mommies skill.
My favorite photo of me and Judy
Another update she is very proud of it as you can tell by the smile.
Here is Judy dresses up today.
Sadly Judy’s kit did not come with enough paint to so the box all one color like Judy wants.
You know your a real painter when your so serious
Judy’s box in progress
The Judy queen of detention
With a little help from mom the box is cleaned up where paint overlapped so it is perfect.
My daughter is unique and special I would have it no other way.
Now for the details of the box.
I asked Judy how she wanted to decorate the butterfly. She thought about it and then replied “stickers. And diamonds. With glitter glue on the back. “
This is my special Judy
And this is a proud judy showing off her box. She is very talented.
This is the face of a real vampire
The need not the clothing of man nor the guise of nobility. They are the ultimate predator preying upon all and any they wish too.
And the beginning of my nude king first color was ryn flesh. A wonderful p3 skin tone. Similar but better then elf flesh.
Some people need bibs to feed. others there is now hope for.
Moving on we so a drybrush of etherium blue. Love this dry paint does a great job. I also did the bone mace screaming skull.
This poor vampire did not escape the stake of sigmar
I have him a wash of ogryn flesh and the bone a wash of mud.
Twilight a great source of entertainment on the wrongness of modern vampires.
Little details are left. Open sores are p3 moldy ochre given a wash of carroburg.
Now he’s done.
Tina is in the class because she loved watching Judy do it. Gabby is actually in tumbling to help her physical development. Gabby is on the lower end of the gross motor skill range, and actually needed physical therapy. She’s still not quite up to average but that’s because she prefers to learn rather than to do.
And then they showed off their bridges.
Dorothy (the instructor) had each child show off their best trick.
Tina showed off her front roll straddle
Gabby got to demonstrate the back rolls. She loves doing them, even though she doesn’t have the body strength to do them unaided.
Climb the mountain.
Position yourself and roll
You can see on Dorothy’s face how much she adores the kids she teaches. ^_^
And then the kids got to do their tumbling pass. It started with a salute, a hand in the air, a hand on the hip. Next came a table walk.
Two cartwheel kicks. And hopping on one foot.
Finally they get their ribbons. Tina and Dorothy hugging
Gabby an Dorothy hugging.
Girls go back in July for summer classes. They’re already excited about it!
Now is gandolf mouse funny how e has became the iconic figure for wizards
Here he is born to be a mousling wizard
Random photo time, this is my father as a young boy and my oldest daughter Judy. She looks so much like him, which is good cause some say I do too.
We have the mighty barbarian mousling with his night muscles of fur. Colby the barbarian.
Crom who’s description reminds me of khorne.
What do your mouse eyes see
Wait its a mousling
Monty python humor
It’s a mouse
Guess who he was painted like
Thoughts and wishs with those in Oklahoma City who are effected by the tornado yesterday.
Mousling hero box set up first the monk but only in the wip stage as of yet.
North Korea tank
A cat tid bit
Also speaking of cats here is gabby the bat girl curled up for a nap with blaze who is Judy’s cat.
Onto the archer nick named robin mouse.
And what a hot archer she is think all woodelves should look like her.
Mouseketeer anyone else remember that term and where it is from. Here is the picture that inspired the mouse
Here is the hero of the story
Armor for the knights feline mount
If the above picture did not tell you yes the mouse knight is next. The brave hero of chedderlot.
It is time for some old fashion humor.
Today we touch up a commission piece. Medusa, the original piece, has green snakes, and the customer requested that the snakes be changed to a similar color of the medusa body.
So here is the original.
And after some work and thought, here is the improved medusa. (I was rather iffy about the green to begin with anyway.)
I debated on striping them with the two colors, so she had a head full of striped snakes. Except that would be too distracting from the rest of the body.
A toast to a job well done.
This is a awesome morph