Children of Ecstasy
Children of Ecstasy
Pleasure and Abundance - 10 Unique Sculpts
Bolstered by esoteric hallucinogens, they delight in the fray.
Bases: 32mm round
Model is unassembled and unpainted. Intended for ages 14+.
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The Children of Ecstasy are the footsoldiers of their faction. Like all their kin, they are affected by the boon and the curse that is eternal bliss. They exist in a state of near constant euphoria – wanting for nothing and without a care in the world. They often become overly obsessed with something quite mundane, but just as quickly they become distracted and completely forget one obsession to dwell on another new whim or desire. They completely lack focus and often struggle to find purpose or the motivation to take action.
To say that their base traits are undesirable in a soldier is an understatement. It is only by the hands of the Priestesses of Ecstasy – who burn massive brassiers and censors brimming with a bizarre concoction of hallucinogens, stimulants, and more esoteric substances – that the Children can maintain a modicum of focus and order among their ranks. In addition to the beneficial effects that these drugs provide to them, the aromas are often overpowering to many of their enemies. The pungent haze unnerves and stupefies their opponents while their own forces are bolstered.
What the armies of Ecstasy lack in organization they more than make up for in speed, agility, and fearlessness. The Children of Ecstasy throw themselves with wild abandon into combat, dodging blows at superhuman speeds and eviscerating opponents before they are even aware that their blows have failed to land. Milling about the battle in apparently random patterns, their lithe bodies turn slaughter into a frenzied but synchronized dance. Blades and claws whirl about, battle lines ebb and flow, and they move with a unity that is both graceful and murderous. The battlefield becomes their stage and they are the actors in a strangely beautiful and violent performance.
As they become exhausted and the invigorating effects of the drugs begin to fade, their formations break into complete disarray. Disparate groups break off, with some retreating to their enclaves in whatever current pursuit claims their attention. Others remain on the battlefield, playfully torturing captives, or even languidly lounging amongst the corpses of foes – licking spots of blood from their glistening golden skin with sharp cat-like tongues. The sight is both sickening and fascinating, hideous and sensual; a perfect representation of the forces of Ecstasy.