Skarret is what becomes of a Skulkin who learns to brew the killing fog and then keeps brewing long after his own lungs have stopped knowing the difference. The filter-rig fused to his back is older than most of the Cabal he runs with, a Mirewell apothecary's kit cannibalised, expanded, and welded directly into his ribs by a Cabal artificer who is no longer alive to be thanked for it. Skarret breathes through it because he can no longer breathe without it, and what comes out of the broken beaker at his staff's head is the same air he has been exhaling for years, refined, weighted, and given purpose.
When the Cabal needs a position broken without close work, the veteran Blightbrewer, Skarret is the one they post upwind. He vents the rig with a flick of the claw, and the miasma rolls out of the beaker in a pale, considering wave that finds the seams in plate, the cracks in helms, and the lungs of soldiers who were told the smell would clear if they held their ground. It does not clear. It settles. By the time the line realizes the fog is the fight, the fight is mostly over.
He carries no melee weapon. The staff is for the work, and the work is sufficient.
Product Details
SKU: SAOAAM00015
Scale: 32mm
Material: High-detail thermo-cured resin
Assembly: Supplied unpainted and requires minor assembly
Base: 28.5mm round base included
Warning: Small parts, choking hazard.
Skarret is what becomes of a Skulkin who learns to brew the killing fog and then keeps brewing long after his own lungs have stopped knowing the difference. The filter-rig fused to his back is older than most of the Cabal he runs with, a Mirewell apothecary's kit cannibalised, expanded, and welded directly into his ribs by a Cabal artificer who is no longer alive to be thanked for it. Skarret breathes through it because he can no longer breathe without it, and what comes out of the broken beaker at his staff's head is the same air he has been exhaling for years, refined, weighted, and given purpose.
When the Cabal needs a position broken without close work, the veteran Blightbrewer, Skarret is the one they post upwind. He vents the rig with a flick of the claw, and the miasma rolls out of the beaker in a pale, considering wave that finds the seams in plate, the cracks in helms, and the lungs of soldiers who were told the smell would clear if they held their ground. It does not clear. It settles. By the time the line realizes the fog is the fight, the fight is mostly over.
He carries no melee weapon. The staff is for the work, and the work is sufficient.
Product Details
SKU: SAOAAM00015
Scale: 32mm
Material: High-detail thermo-cured resin
Assembly: Supplied unpainted and requires minor assembly
Base: 28.5mm round base included
Warning: Small parts, choking hazard.
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