Eleriel & Alaniel (Standard Bearer) (54mm) - Limited Edition
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Eleriel and Alaniel are Asharah's favourite slaves. These two fallen
princesses bearing a huge flag make for a stunningly impressive Standard
Bearer that can fit into any type of evil army.
Check out the NEW 28 mm Anniversary Edition of Eleriel & Alaniel.
The 54 mm version is in stock and ships in 1 or 2 days.
Details
Resin, round carved base.
Shipped with a hand-numbered
Certificate of Authenticity.
The first images shown here show our final 3D sculpt. The images with the ruler and the coin, along with the one sandwiched in between, show our resin master. The last three images show the 54mm resin cast of Eleriel & Alaniel.
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Army
As slaves, Eleriel and Alaniel can be incorporated into any type of
evil army.
But, instead of slaves, you may decide that they are religious figures,
such of Vestals or Muses, whose task is to inspire the rest of the unit
or to channel the power a god, for example.
They can also be nature spirits, like the Dryads.
Do not let their race prevent you from incorporating them in whatever
army you like: one can easily imagine a gang of Orcs proudly showing off
these two slaves on the battlefield.
Class
They can belong to any Warrior class, depending on your needs.
Weapons
Eleriel and Alaniel have sharp weapons hidden in their hair and
jewellery. Together, their fighting abilities matches one of your unit's
standard mini.
Armour
Although almost entirely nude, the two young women can be given an
armour value similar to what is worn by the rest of your unit. The power
of their beauty and seduction perturbs their enemies and gives them a
kind of magical armour. Moreover, they fight 2 against 1 and parry more
blows.
Base
The 28 mm mini is provided with a 25 x 25 mm square base.
The mini can also be mounted on a 20 x 20 mm base.
Background
"How many hundreds of innocent people did she massacre just to make
us her slaves?"
"I know…"
Not for the first time did the twins have this conversation. It kept
resurfacing, incomplete, as if no possible resolution could be found.
The twins spoke softly, as if lost in a daydream.
Bathed in the rich fragrance of a heady perfume, their tent was a maze
of sumptuous drapes and tapestries adorned with gold thread and jewels.
The flames of the bronze candelabras danced in a thousand glints on
silver chests and seats, on gold statues, on the heavy jewellery
adorning the two young Elves' naked bodies.
Amidst a thousand masterpieces, the two sisters lay on huge velvet and
silk cushions, languidly staring into space, impossible to tell apart
other than by the jewellery they wore.
One had laid her head on her sister's chest, who played distractedly
with her hair.
Their alien beauty eclipsed all the wonders assembled in their tent.
"All these deaths…," said one.
Yet Asharah, their mistress, had done much more than that to finally
achieve their capture. She had devastated entire nations, toppled kings,
even defied the gods.
One cannot expect to enslave the Elf King's daughters without making
some sacrifices.
"But remember," replied the other. "Were not our courting suitors all
but noble honeyed cowards? Not a single one capable of true love for
us... "
A smile lit up the face of the first sister. She reached out to the
platinum dish placed beside her. Her slender hand grasped a purple fig.
"Remember the look on their faces when Father had them mobilize their
armies to face him?"
Her small white teeth bit into the perfectly ripe fruit.
"…But Her… She was willing to lose everything for us."
"You think she loves us? " replied her sister.
"I hate her."
It was the other one's turn to smile. "Passionately?"
"Look at what she's done to us…" Unable to find the words, she continued
to play with her sister's hair. Then her hand stood still for a moment
as a memory crossed her mind. "I think I like it," she whispered.
"Slut!" Her twin pushed her hand away sharply, rising. "You think I do
not see how proud you are carrying her banner on the battlefield, you
whore?"
Silently, they glared at each other.
Then one bowed her head, long hair tumbling around her alabaster face.
"I think I like watching these would-be saviours felled at our feet as
they try to reach us…"
Quietly, a tear rolled down her cheek.
Her sister took her in her arms.
"I know ..."
They remained entwined, quietly, for long minutes.
"What we live is so…"
"…Magnificent?"
"Nobody has ever loved us like she does. No one has ever given us so
much…"
"No one else could have discovered who we really are…"
Outside arose the low rumblings of the drums. The army was ready to
move. Soon the twins would be on the frontline, at the feet of their
mistress. They would bear her Standard. They would lose themselves in
the trance of battle.
It was so good.
Still hugging, they began to cry.
