Vix is the Cabal's specialist in what the Skulkin call standing water, which in the Mirewell tradition means anything heavy enough to drown in and corrupt enough to drown in slowly. The Shattered Calyx-Vial crowning his staff is his mother's, a barrowmouth flask blown in the old Mirewell glassworks and cracked across the throat in the city's last night, sealed since with wax and the patient understanding that something cracked can still hold what it was made to hold. Inside the calyx is the brew Vix has been refining since he was old enough to stir a pot, a churning, half-luminous slurry of fen-rot, bone-dust, and the saved tailings of every successful contract the Cabal has carried out for years.
He works from cover, low and patient, and he ends fights by ending the ground people are standing on. The staff goes down, the calyx tips, and the brew finds the soil and the soil remembers what soil is supposed to do for a Verdant Blightbrewer with patience. Wherever Vix has anchored a fight, the soil becomes a mire of grasping rot that holds boots where they fell and bleeds the men still standing in them through every gap in their armour. The Skulkin infantry move in afterward, and the infantry are not the dangerous part of the engagement, but they are sufficient when the dangerous part has already happened.
Vix is younger than Skarret, quieter, and considered by the Cabal's seniors to be the more dangerous of the two. Skarret kills the soldiers in front of him. Vix kills the ground they came in on.
Product Details
SKU: SAOAAM00016
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.
Vix is the Cabal's specialist in what the Skulkin call standing water, which in the Mirewell tradition means anything heavy enough to drown in and corrupt enough to drown in slowly. The Shattered Calyx-Vial crowning his staff is his mother's, a barrowmouth flask blown in the old Mirewell glassworks and cracked across the throat in the city's last night, sealed since with wax and the patient understanding that something cracked can still hold what it was made to hold. Inside the calyx is the brew Vix has been refining since he was old enough to stir a pot, a churning, half-luminous slurry of fen-rot, bone-dust, and the saved tailings of every successful contract the Cabal has carried out for years.
He works from cover, low and patient, and he ends fights by ending the ground people are standing on. The staff goes down, the calyx tips, and the brew finds the soil and the soil remembers what soil is supposed to do for a Verdant Blightbrewer with patience. Wherever Vix has anchored a fight, the soil becomes a mire of grasping rot that holds boots where they fell and bleeds the men still standing in them through every gap in their armour. The Skulkin infantry move in afterward, and the infantry are not the dangerous part of the engagement, but they are sufficient when the dangerous part has already happened.
Vix is younger than Skarret, quieter, and considered by the Cabal's seniors to be the more dangerous of the two. Skarret kills the soldiers in front of him. Vix kills the ground they came in on.
Product Details
SKU: SAOAAM00016
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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