"Horrors of the Steel Hills"
“This railroad will be built, and on its tracks fortunes are going to be made. But me? Well as for me friend, I’ll be the first person making a damned red cent off those rails, and I’ll do it before a single hammer hits steel.” Johanssen Cutter was always a man with no compunction about profiteering where others might deem it indecorous. When the Union Pacific Railroad company approached him to clear out a run through the heart of the Steel Hills, he pounced. He’d charge them by the mile to lumber the woods, then sell the iron pine wood for 10 dollars a board foot. Get ’em coming and going. But if Cutter had one talent, it was squeezing coins out of his own empty fist.
The steel hills were no man's land, an impenetrable forest filled with beasts and monstrosities as of yet undocumented by man. Some even ventured to say that it was one of the last bastions of the occult and arcane. But the year was 1869, and Cutter was a man of science.
He had hired himself a security team to keep watch over his lumberers, and had them outfitted with the latest model winchester’s he could afford. If he was going to carve a swath out of the wildest place in the world, he was going to do it with his men armed to the death. But with a force this big, he saw yet another opportunity, he was going to sell tickets across the country, running people safely from Boston to San Francisco. They’d be responsible for their own food and transportation of course, but can you really put a price on safety?
So it was to be that on the very first day of June in the year of 1869, The Cutter and Sons lumbering company sent out a couple hundred lumberjacks, half as many heavily armed soldiers, a full saw mill, damn near half the US armory, 3 farms worth of livestock, and the civilian population of your average American town, dragging all of them through the a couple hundred miles of the most dangerous forests, hillsides, and canyons this side of the Mississippi. As long as everything went according to plan, they’d meet up with the S.F. Sweet Lumberers in the center of the forest, join their routes, and then telegram for the Union Pacific company to begin laying rail. Our adventure however starts in the Small Town of Santa Muerte, a parish built just on the side of the Steel Hills, populated exclusively by those driven mad within the forest’s boundaries.
Their last stop before the many month journey ahead, our crew of lumberjacks, soldiers, and those just looking for a new life, take a last moment to stew on the coming hardships..."
Spencer Eliot Alton is a friend of mine, and also a talented local Dungeon Master in the Boston Area. A few months back he reached out to me to sculpt and convert characters for his upcoming campaign, "The Horrors of the Steel Hills," and given how closely wore its influences of Appalachian Folklore I was instantly smitten with the idea.
When I'm sculpting, I generally use a 1:1 ratio of Procreate and Green Stuff sculpting putties, as I find them to have a firmer and less tacky consistency. In the case of this series, I made use of tinfoil to help bulk out some of the larger figures, as well as bits from the Perry's Confederates sprue to help keep cost low, or to serve as armatures when I'm not using thin wire. A really good resource for learning how to make proper armatures is Tom Mason's Youtube Channel, and that's where I began when I first started learning miniature sculpting in earnest.
For tools I use some synthetic clay shapers and dull exacto blades that do the bulk of my pushing and pulling, and when those fail I fall back on fingernails and regular old dexterity. I keep everything a little damp with water, but I've heard some folks use vaseline as well.
some miners for scale |
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