The Lost Dryad Wytches of Finem Mortuorum.

The last of the great Oaks fell long ago…

Now, in a once flora rich land, there is only red sand and white bones…

What became of the inhabitants of the vast ancient forests? The animals, the little folk, the great beasts and the ancient Dryads who were the watchers and caretakers of the land?

All gone?

Nay, all gone but those who gave their hearts and souls to the darkness before their time was up. With a promise of immortality they chose to flee but, alas, their freedom from the devastation was merely fleeting. Soon everything burned and fell around them and, now, only a few remain. Only the darkest of the Dryad Wytches lived on.

The Wytches are no longer what they were. They are not pure of heart, mind and soul. Driven mad by hunger and thirst they soon resorted to hunting and eating everything and anything in the red deserts. Animal, Man, woman nor child are safe from these wild, screaming huntresses. The Wytches are fast, very fast, and will tear out the throats of half a dozen men before their prey even has time to react.

Their weakness, ironically, is flora. At the mere sight of vegetation they become softened and therefore weakened as their minds are thrown back to fonder, happier times. However, they are not distracted for long, especially if they are hungry for blood.

 

– Finem Mortuorum –

More on Finem Mortuorum another day.

I think this song suits this dark little band of Wytches.

“We Only Come Out At Night”

By The Smashing Pumkins

We only come out at night, the days are much too bright
We only come out at night
And once again, you’ll pretend to know me well, my friends
And once again, I’ll pretend to know the way
Thru the empty space
Thru the secret places of the heart
We only come out at night, the days are mush too bright
We only come out at night
I walk alone, I walk alone to find the way home
I’m on my own, I’m on my own to see the ways
That I can’t help the days, you will make it home o.k.
I know you can, and you can
We only come out at night, the days are much too bright
We only come out at night
And once again, you’ll pretend to know that
There’s an end, that there’s an end to this begin
It will help you sleep at night
It will make it seem that right is always right
Alright?
We only come out at night

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tWaSYnSrh_8

Hear the creaking of old wood against old wood.

These are the Lost Dryad Wytches of Finem Mortuorum.

 

Coven Leader

– Elder May Datura –

Have no fear, an icon or symbol will be added to the rag.

Coven Priestess

– Lo Brassica –

Coven Seekers

– Adina –

– Cedrela –

I wasn’t 100% sure about adding the rifle but I think it works.

Coven Warriors

– Hollis –

– Morelia –

She weeps wet ash

– Goss Enfolia –

– Sage –

Embrace her

– Villosis –

– Lila –

– Nepta Bay –

Take her hand, let her show you the darkness

– Bella Moss –

– Rose Dimosia –

– Kymtonia –

– Junipera –

– Clova Spellina –

 

I fancied doing something different and it occurred to me that I didn’t have many female minis in my collection so I thought hmmmm Wytches… Evil Dryad Wytches and BOOM here we are.

Also, after purchasing GW’s pack of skulls I new I had to use some of the more unique ones for some kind of creepy project.

They’ll fit in nicely with my Ravenant Horde Of Dark Hallow Army me thinks.

Cheers IRO