Gowlock the Orator
Speaker of incantations, shifter of shapes and master of the ceremony, the call of the Orator can be heard across the hills beyond the Fleshless Forest on a moonlit night. In chorus with the crackle of the flames, the dance is blessed by the howling hymns of the hollow. We listen with our body, mind and spirit as our mortal shells blister and sluff off to the ground, stamped into the earth by the dance of the dead.
Our Headdresses rest comfortably on a human head. Headdresses vary in build time and complexity, scroll down for further details. You will be amazed by the experience of watching your Headdress come together as each component is joined. We hope you enjoy the build as much as the finished piece.
The Bonefaced Mystics are inspired by animals, anatomy, ancient cultures and ceremonial dress. Included with each headdress of this set are the FEATHERS OF HERAKON. Adorn your amazing headpiece with these magic elements. It's whispered that those who wear the Feathers of Herakon may enter the Fleshless Forest and join the great fire dance.
Simply print the templates on paper, stick them to card, cut them out, match the numbers and join the tabs together. The Mask is scaled to fit an adult but you can make children's masks by scaling down the templates when you print - check our FAQ page for details.
- Supplied as an instant access PDF that you can download and print on any home printer
- Choose to build with tape or gluing tabs
- Robust construction to survive the wildest of parties
- Ideal for festivals, parties, special events or simply for fun
The guardians of the Fleshless Forest
The flames roar from the clearing, reaching for the stars as lightning claws from the sky. Herakon watches from the carrion strewn trees as pandemonium ensues below. Bones rattle to the rhythms of Kapros as the Pyre Master pounds on skins of mortals stretched over logs. Varanus entrances the gathering through the eyeless pits of his swaying skull, while Gowlock howls the hymns of the hollow into the night. We listen with our body, mind and spirit as our mortal shells blister and sluff off to the ground, stamped into the earth by the dance of the dead.