10 Plagueberrers from putrid Pumpkin fields

All minis are up to scale! Pumpkin growths burst from their bodies like malignant tumors, swollen and split, their flesh stretched thin around orange husks veined with black mold. These were not harvest fruits but cancers given shape, fed by rot and superstition, growing heavier with every step. Their bodies sagged under the weight. Arms dangled uselessly, fused to bulbous gourds. Faces were half-consumed, mouths replaced by grinning, hollowed pumpkins leaking spores and pus. Each shamble dragged vines and fibrous roots across the ground, leaving trails of decay that smelled of damp soil and sweet rot. On Halloween night they came, miserable and relentless, counting nothing but suffering. They lurched toward the town in crooked lines, lantern-eyes glowing with sickly fire, bells and flies whispering their approach. Doors were barred.