Many years ago before Eternia knew of He-man or Etheria knew of She-ra, names of legend were many. They were violent times of warring factions and many evil powers were left to grow uncontested and unthwarted.
Deep in the Fright-Zone, before hero or villain dared to brave its depths lived druids and necromancers who treated the deserted realm as a playground. Anything was possible.
At the foot of a tall twisted tree was the spot of thousands of sacrifices. Unimaginable suffering over thousands of years was contained in the soil, roots, and blood of the tall tree.
A mysterious mage once gave the tree a name. The blood of the humans in it's roots gave it the power to take the shape of a man.
Treegarr, the tree that bleeds. The tree that kills.
This is my proto-Treegarr v.1. I'll be holding onto this one.
This one will look a little different to the rest as it's brown paint on brown plastic. All the newer parts are brown on black plastic which looks WAY more dynamic.
I'm happy to say although it's an 'art-toy' it is nicely posable. The waist joint is tight and robust. there's 2 hollow pegs and a central screw making it fully pivotable and safe-ish to drop (please don't on purpose though).
The arms on this one are not a s good as the rest. The joints are loose. I've fixed that and will try to think of ways to further improve on it while i'm on holiday.
See ya next week! :)