Lord Ray, was fastidious as a child. Proud of his fine clothes, he was always careful when he took a meal, tucking a bib into his shirt lest it should get a crumb of food on it. It was a terrible shame then when he was struck with the condition known as "Malicious Bowelitis". This condition plagued the Rousell men and didn't show itself until they came of age. Ray certainly hoped the gene would skip his generation-but it was not to be.
On the morning of his 13th birthday, a terrible scream could be heard coming from his bedroom. Within minutes all the upstairs help was running out the front door of the Manor with their hands covering their noses. A powerful stench so foul it caused some to vomit, followed in their wake.
The family had no choice but to build an outdoor privy deep in the woods for Ray, lest the odour of his morning "movements" render the entire household unconscious.
A local peasant who had lost the ability to taste and to smell was hired to guard the privy when Ray needed to use it.
He would remain in Lord Rays service for his entire life for as Ray grew, so did his odour.
I added a close-up of the face as I think it turned out pretty well. I wanted to give the figure a bit of a "wild-eyed" look.
This is a 28mm sculpt from Hell Dorado and I'm really enjoying painting their figures.
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