Had a commission recently to create this set of two Leprechauns, Sigge and Dilton, and the Codding Fox Public House for a client's first fairy garden! I would LOVE to move into more figure work and am pretty settled on this sort of size (3.5 to 4 inches) and composition. I do not know if I will ever get into making clothing from fabric but I do love creating these outfits made entirely of Polymer clay (hair made of wool roving).
Below the images I placed the little story that was included in the listing. . . of course, all my work HAS to have a story to inspire it. ;)
Thanks for looking and I hope the magic is flowing in your world. . .
nicolas
Sigge
Fritch and Dilton Beedle are two of the many regulars who frequent The
Codding Fox (est. 1813), which is a tiny little Pub in the back reaches
of the Bewildering Pine. Here, among the tall spruce and cedar, a small
colony of Leprechauns has dwelled for many, many years in Heathgrove, a
tiny village found in the shadow of Aster's Keep, a long-abandoned
castle once used before the closing of the time rift by the last
remaining "Otherkind" in this world.
The Codding Fox (codding,
in the language of the Leprechauns, means kidding or joking) is always a
gathering place among the inhabitants and on any summer night, you
might find almost everyone seated around the tables inside or on the
benches outside enjoying a refreshing pint of their favorite tasty
beverage and telling tales and yarns until the proprietor, Miss Delaney,
kindly asks them to head home.
Now, not everyone in this village
is particularly good with remembering their coin as they head out for
the evening and so, every now and again, the tabs which Miss Delaney
allows the locals to run in the Pub begin to mount. Kind soul that she
is, Miss Delaney will never request payment or ever embarrass a patron
who has not paid in several weeks. However, on occasion, when it's time
to pay her own monthly bills, she will invite the tab-runners to come
down to the Codding Fox for a special event. This, it turns out, is an
evening of tale telling in which the winner is absolved of their debts
and the rest are required to pay in full by weeks end.
Now, it
must be said that, in truth, all the Leprechauns are quite able to pay
their bill. Leprechauns do, after all, have a tendency to do well with
gold and fortunes. . . but it is storytelling the Leprechauns deem their
greatest asset and it is the desire of every Leprechaun to be the
winner of just such a story contest. So, no matter how many tales they
tell on a given night, the Leprechauns are careful to keep their very
best tales for this sort of event.
The rules are simple. The
tale told must be new and unheard before by all in attendance. It must
be no longer than 4 minutes long (this rule is absolutely necessary if
you have ever heard a gathering of Leprechauns tale-telling) and it must
not involve the misfortune of anyone other than the teller of the tale.
(The kindness rule Miss Delaney calls it)
Sigge and Dilton are
two of the regulars of this event. Sigge, who is quite a few years older
than Dilton, has won the event a handful of times while Dilton, still
learning the finer points of timing and truth-stretching, is looking for
his first win. This night, in the poses you find Sigge and Dilton in,
the two friends are practicing their tales on each other before the
contest begins.
All agree that the best part of these evenings
is the round of new stories to be heard, many of which will be repeated
again and again for travelers and newcomers to the Fox over the coming
weeks and months, and the fact that all libations, on these nights are
also on the house.
Needless to say, The Codding Fox and Miss
Delaney are somewhat legendary among the Leprechauns and it s no
surprise that this little Pub is often considered the finest
establishment in any corner of the realm.
So the next time you
are wandering north through Heathgrove on a summer's eve, stop by for a
dish of Miss Delaneys hand-cranked Brambleberry ice-cream, a dish of
traditional Colcannon or a Pale Lucky Clover Ale and let the stories of
your table mates and hosts whisk you away and, once the evening is over,
may they stay with you now and for ever more.