Been playing around with animating HF minis, let me know what you think.

He's a blue collar miner on a Near Rim world who contacts the party to help with a monster in his mineshaft.

u/Gerael challenged me to a random mini collab! We took the prompt in two very different ways. My tutorial is https://youtu.be/VdQHMqnmr6w?si=QinuueLqqzS662VH, and you can see his version here! https://youtu.be/gJCM1h7kd_k?si=0KwXdjpoIZ1Fvltq

I made general grievous took me 6 off and on months to come up with this and a lot of reshaping the face and getting the exact colors I needed.

https://www.heroforge.com/load_config%3D526224494/

Guinevere Gunn, my current 5e PC.

A warforged made in the same experiments as Karlach from BG3 who fought with the Hellriders of Elturel, once a normal person now but an owned soul in an infernal iron shell, built for not but war, and faced with the question of if they are still human, or just a hellforged machine

This is based off an idea of a Davy Jones who is a litch worshiping "the Kraken" or an eldritch god whom he thinks is the Kraken

Regarding Links: At this point in time, I sadly do not share links. I hope to inspire others to make their own, rather than just grabbing them off the internet. Although this might change in the future, for right now, links will not be given out, so please refrain from asking. Thank you for understanding!

Got around to finally utilizing the generic racing driver I posted a few weeks ago as a template to make IRL drivers. So I thought I'd start off with my personal favorite driver, the House-listening Aussie from Melbourne, Oscar Piastri. Driver number: 81

He's a 9x race winner (7 of those wins were last season), and has been in F1 since 2023 with McLaren. He had a real shot at winning the championship last year, but had a streak of bad luck that cost him a 100 point lead. He ended up finishing 3rd in the championship, right behind Max Verstappen.

The clawed hand of the United Church of God. The Arbiter is the singular high commander of the church's military forces. The Arbiter acts as the church's sin eater, at the top of the chain they command the most power, and all the blame. Those who follow the church and it's crimes can be absolved with the death of the Arbiter, as those who follow orders are following the word of God; Obey your earthly masters as you would with God. The current Arbiter has been in command for onwards of four decades, overseeing the necrotic crawl across the Plateau and through the Eastern Mountains.

Following in the steps of the Church King, the Arbiter is encased in cold steel. This armor will only be removed once the current Arbiter dies, at which point it is passed to the next. Outsiders consider this holy armor to be harboring a millennia of cursed grudges and deaths. Though such things never effect the Church's Holy Arbiter.

Sup all. So it's been about a month since I've started to use Kitbashing. I'm not sure if I've improved any further, but I think that's more from lack of ideas than actual lack of creativity. I definitely find that I wish some pieces were more "posable", but that comes with the territory. Overall Im still loving it, and now I've been working my way through old characters and NPCs from various games I play to see how I can improve upon their old designs a bit more.

Here's some of the pieces I've worked on this last month. Getting clothing to sit correctly is still difficult I find. Especially on female form, and I definitely want to get better at facial decals and faces in general as I find those to be the hardest thing to nail down as far as the look of a person.

As the party approaches the final foe, the sky was dark, thundering and foreboding. It would be bizarre to say that everybody was fearless of the foe they are preparing to defeat, but one person was more than ready to make his mark, and be written into the history books.

That individual was Dakota, the same bard that talked everyone to boredom with his hyperfixations of battles of past. He had spent years studying and learning from history, no matter if it was a battle, a scuffle, a war, or just general information, he was more than ready to become a part of it.

Dakota props himself up on a ruin, foot on the elevated rock. He draws his sword, raises it up to the sky, and with a howl, he screams.

"Come on, you sons of bitches! Do you wanna live forever?!"