30/10/2021
Happy to announce you that Blackthorn Miniatures are on Patreon!
https://www.patreon.com/BlackthornMiniatures
Check out the new character
The Witch
Revenge is a sweet but poisonous fruit that awakes the deep dark side of a person. The young lady named Agnes was not just an ordinary woman, she had powers that no one had ever been aware of.
She lived in a small village that was surrounded by the dark oak forest, filled with mysterious creatures that were hiding from people and dark secrets that the night would bring.
Agnes was a woman of exceptional beauty and charm, men usually noticed that and always were pleased to look at her face, posture and the gorgeous black eyes, that seemed like they were looking into your soul somewhere inside of you, if you had one. Women, on the other hand, were jealous of her appearance and day after day the hate would grow inside of them.
One night, women gathered in one of the churches near the river and tried to find a reason to get the Agnes out of their lives.
“ She is the doom for our village, she is going steal our men and we have to stop her.”-said one woman with the crooked nose.
The lady with a rat face and a mole above her lips added right away, “We need to get rid of her immediately ”. After a few more hours of their discussion they finally found a way.
Next morning, Agnes was accused of stealing nun’s golden cross and was exile from the village. After hours of wandering around, she found an old house on the hill and started to work on the revenge.
Every morning she would go and pick out berries, poisonous mushrooms, catch frogs and toads for her brew. Days went by and her charming beautiful face started to look more and more cruel, the teeth were sharp and she looked like the evil itself. When the brew was ready, Agnes took off her clothes, went outside to the river where she could see the full moon and cut her finger, just enough to get a few drops of her blood. The silence was interrupted with her spell,
“Goddes Hecate hear my cry,
Harm like a poison but they shall not die”
And she laughed, and she cried, and she yelled and, finally she saddled her broom and raised high to the top of the trees and flew to the village.
The black smoke from her broom was filling the air with poison. Her cruel laugh has woken up the evil that was hiding in the deep dark places of the forest…
Dmitry Zamulin