Individual fantasy figures in 25mm scale
I picked up a considerable number of as a spin-off of one of my other hobbies,
roleplaying games. Mostly these are individual figures, with no relationship
between them, and those are the ones you'll find on this page.
The great majority of these will be from Grenadier's (anyone remember that
company?) 'Fantasy Personalities' series, sculpted by Julie Guthrie. I've
always been rather fond of his range, mainly because the level of anatomical
improbability was much lower, especially in the women, than in any of the
other ranges at that time, and her adventuring and fighting women actually
had more clothes on that the proverbial chainmail bikini, a style which
always struck me as totally ridiculous.
2023-05-21
This figure is from the same enemy army building experiment as the archer above.
I borrowed the original figure from a friend and made a mould of one of the figures
from this set.
The box art is a direct copy of the painting
"What do you mean we're lost" by Keith Parkinson.
Several casts were made from the mould, but the bad guy army never came into existence,
and the casts languished for years.
Fast forward a decade or so, and I decided to finally do something with at least one of
them, and I got to work painting. This too stalled, in no small part because the wings just looked silly.
Another break of several years, and I got fed up with this bit of bench clutter and tossed
him out. That is, I dumped him next to the smelter to be recycled into something a little
more useful next time I decided to cast something in metal. Waste not, want not and all that.
There wasn't any metal production for a few years after that, and it sat there on death
row throwing baleful glares at me.
Finally, a few weeks ago, I started work on a proper dragon, and decided I might as well
give him another shot as well. This time round, I modified the cloak to be able to leave off
the wings, and actually got him painted up completely, and I was quite pleased with the result.
That's when I varnished the figure, and in under five minutes it transformed into an
irrecoverable frosted mess. Much very, very foul language was uttered, and the Draconian
was dumped in cellulose thinners to rot the paint off. It hadn't looked quite so bright and shiny in decades.
Re-painting followed, and I finally ended up with a completed Draconian. Still looks like
a nasty, cranky git, but this one at least has an excuse for it..