This small troupe is called “motus est animo damnatione” – loosely translated to Soul damnation movement.
The Fanatics March on and on across the Chapel and through the Albino woods playing their deadpan, monotonous and dreary music and reciting maniacal hymns and verses to people and to the darkness.
They are mostly ignored unless of course they manage to corner you and then preach at you aggressively.
The leader, Drum Major/Conductor
– Brother Sombria
Sombria conducts and leads the band on their endless march.
Sombria is an incredibly violent and unpredictable man. For instance, there used to be another six members to the band until he lost his temper with them.
The Drummer – Xyle
He lost his mind many, many years ago and is now a mess of nervous shakes and gibberish talk. His body constantly convulses which, in a way, seems to help with his drumming style. He hardly makes any sense when he talks and mostly keeps to himself.
The Horn-blower – Zed
Unlike Xyle, Zed is very calm. Too calm in fact, it’s like he is a walking dead… maybe he is? He is quiet and hardly speaks at all. When he does, it’s in whispered tones. When not playing his horn he keeps it cradled in his arms and whispers to it constantly.
The Standard bearer – Heck
Heck is more extrovert than the rest of the troupe and is known to sometimes sing, quite well in fact, while he marches along. He tries, desperately at times, to keep the overall mood lighter than it is but Brother Sombria and his dark soul usually puts an end to such shenanigans pretty quickly.
I very much enjoyed putting these together and painting them was fun too. The colour scheme was sort of pinched from fellow hobbyist and Wudugast – see here –
I like this little band a lot and feel they fit in well with the general theme of the Chapel. In my mind at least anyway haha.