I’ve played Dungeons & Dragons since I taught myself at 12, but I only painted lead miniatures while I was at college and for a few years after that. So 20 years ago, for those of you who want the math. I recently unearthed my old box of painted figures and took a few pictures.
My favorite figure by far was this human ranger. Her bow is still strung after two decades, but she’s definitely seen the years:
This barbarian, though, comes with the best/worst story. I worked on him for seven hours straight — I remember sitting hunched over the desk lamp in my dorm room — and when I was done, my eyes refused to focus on anything in the distance. Before that day, I didn’t need glasses. Been wearing them ever since.
This wizard, whose face is horribly scarred, has the honor of being the first fig I ever painted.
I worked on a whole series of orcs, but this is one of the only survivors:
I loved adding embellishments and designs to capes.
I often painted horses but not their riders:
And of course, I loved my dragon. (Sadly, he was decapitated and I’ve never had the patience to glue him back together.)
I will spare you the dozens of other misshapen and mangled miniatures in my box. I was really good at starting a figure, getting frustrated while painting its face, and tossing it back in the box. (And all my painted RoboRally robots are, of course, still with my RoboRally boardgames.)
This is not a hobby I see myself ever doing again, but I cherish the memories… every time I put on my glasses or my contact lenses.