The Blade Master paced in front of the row of initiates, each holding a difficult marshal pose. Each of these initiates was showing the evidence of spending some amount of time in the eighteen hells. The tell-tell signs of hybridization were becoming apparent, dark red and ugly purple pustules were scattered over many of their bodies, some had begun to grow vestigial horns. One’s lower leg had completely transformed into a pair of demonic tendrils. The students remained perfectly still. Minutes passed, the Master paced.
Miniatures are supplied unpainted and assembly may be required.