Zollo the Fat
“He was a Lannister of Casterly Rock, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard; no sellsword would make him scream.
Sunlight ran silver along the edge of the arakh as it came shivering down, almost too fast to see. And Jaime screamed.”
Another colourful psychopath from the bloody mummers. The zorse was surprisingly fun and not too awful, turns out if you google zebras they have fairly consistent patterns. Although it also turns out if you google zorse, you find out they don’t look much like zebras. Chalk it up to artistic license. I also added the arakh to his hip - it didn’t feel right to have a guy famous only for cutting off Jaime’s hand armed exclusively with a hammer.
With regards to the bases, I have a very clear mental image of the way the ground is churned up by hooves and armoured feet into a quagmire - factions like the Starks are marching from tundra into mud, while characters like Bolton’s and Bloody Mummers are right in the depths of it already.
Shagwell the Fool
“You mustn’t hurt sweet Shagwell, I’m too droll to die”
The mummer of the bloody mummers, Shagwell. Had a lot of fun with his killer clown get-up, it’s a careful balance of bright colours with a dirty down to earth look. Re-read a lot of Brienne chapters for these Bloody Mummer minis, they’re so well written. Her final showdown with Shagwell is one of my favourite underrated chapters, it feels like the building tension of a Tarantino film.
A cool Saturday morning in SoHo 🍂☕️🖤
“the gross fat bald one with the pointed teeth and the weeping sores on his cheeks had eyes like nothing human”
Another of the bloody mummers, I consider this a job well done because I’m deeply creeped out by this mini and have to turn him to face the wall. Really happy with the paint job on him, especially the busted Brienne’s sheild he’s standing on… somehow I just *know* I wont be able to do the design as well when it’s not busted in half and buried in the mud.