



The woods have all but swallowed the old quarter
A few streets of Hagglethorn the old maps forgot. Roots through the doorframes, moss over the steps, fog settling in the low ground. Which corner would you explore first?




A few streets of Hagglethorn the old maps forgot. Roots through the doorframes, moss over the steps, fog settling in the low ground. Which corner would you explore first?
Handmade fantasy wargaming terrain from our Hagglethorn Hollow range, sculpted by Johnny Fraser-Allen (formerly with Weta Workshop) and painted here in the studio. This overgrown ruined township is one of our display builds, shot with a bit of fog for atmosphere. Happy to talk scale, materials, or how the foliage was done. More of the world lives on our Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61590171031308
Some riders take horses. Some take ponies. In The Gloaming, the clever ones ride toads.
This little troublemaker is part scout, part courier, and part swamp-born menace. With a grin too wide to trust and a pack full of scavenged tools, snacks, charms, and questionable treasures, the Toad Rider knows every muddy shortcut, root tunnel, reed-choked path, and half-forgotten crossing in the twilight wilds.
The toad, of course, is the sensible one.
This piece captures so much of The Gloaming’s spirit: strange, earthy, mischievous, and full of story. It feels like a character who could leap into a tabletop scene, deliver a warning, steal your lunch, and vanish into the mist before anyone can ask too many questions.
Would you paint this one as a friendly guide, a swamp bandit, or a loyal outrider of The Gloaming?