“Blessed.” That’s what they’d say. When she’d pick up a calf or sheep and carry it around with her like a doll. “Blessed.” They nodded when she lifted the cart out of the ditch, wrenched a stubborn stump from the field, or tossed a watermelon near 200 yards. The army had come for her eventually, they needed those who were blessed in such a way to fight back the forces of the pit. The army had found that Hill was a poor shot, so they’d given her a big gun that couldn’t miss, firing a field of shrapnel so vast it could fell a whole flock of ducks in a single blast. Hill carried the gun and shot the demons and marched and dug trenches and wrote cheerful letters back to the farm and was blessed.
This miniature is designed to be printed in UV resin and painted at a 32mm scale. Unsupported and pre-supported versions included.
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