Zartanica

Zartanica (32mm, 75mm), pre-supported. The only sound in the moonlit graveyard was the soft rustle of a crimson cloak and the faint clink of ancient plate armor. Zartanica moved with an unnatural, predatory grace, her face hidden behind the impassive steel of her helmet, itself shrouded in a deep hood. In her gauntleted right hand, she carried her legacy—a slender, one-handed longsword of noble make, its blade etched with runes that seemed to drink the pale light. On her left arm, a heavy shiel