Snob Baron Sangépine for miniature-agnostic grimdark wargames

Baron Sangépine rides into the swamp on his monstrous steed, each step sounding like the crunch of shattered shells and the squelching of rotting mud. The searing mist swirls around him, concealing his massive figure until light glints off his spiked armor. In his hand rests a gruesome weapon—a three-tailed flail, each chain ending in a rusted, spiked ball crusted with dried blood. Before him looms a ruined watchtower. Its crumbling walls, overgrown with fungi, emit a damp stench mingled with t