KS-03 Survivors of Serath – 3D Printable Fantasy Miniatures

The package contains updated thinner supports and original supports files for editing.

Includes:

01 Pilgrim the Seeker
02 Suraya the Lioness
03 Kergan Deadeye
05 Doctor Nachtbluten
06 Pyriel Flamewave
08 Al Aksar
09 Elera Wildeyes
17 Lord Hammerstripe
19 Helldros Musuko-Oni
29 Krista Caterwaul
30 Egraine Smitsdottr
36 Gorgeous George
41 Lady Antigone Angelos
42 Sister Corazon
47 Lobar
Gorntak
Skorgi Frozen-Heart
The Budding Snatcher

This pack includes all the miniatures we have uploaded so far, located below the picture. It allows you to make a single large download.

This pack contains thicker supports than the last pack.

• Al Aksar the Eternal Satrap
• Doktor Nachtbluten
• Elera Wildeyes
• Gorntak the Gentle
• Helldros Musuko Oni
• Krista Caterwaul
• Lady Antigone Angelos
• Lobar
• Lord Hammerstripe
• Number xxxvii
• Pilgrim the Seeker
• Pyriel Flamewave
• Sister Corazon Abeita
• Skorgi Frozen Heart
• Suraya the Lioness
• The Budding Snatcher

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Tankards banged on the bar, frothing and spilling ale. Feet stomped, and voices raised in praise. The lithe catgirl bowed and flourished her lute. The patrons threw coins at her feet. Their problems, for a moment, were forgotten, and Crista was rewarded. This is what she lived for.

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“Lioness! Lioness!” Suraya stepped off the rusty platform and onto the bloody, sandy floor of the Grand Arena. She flexed her tattooed, scarred muscles in anticipation. In her mind, the lion spirit roared, demanding to be unleashed. At the sight of her opponents, she let loose a feral scream as the lion spirit took control...

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Egraine Smitsdottr: “For my father...” The hammer struck the orc in the face, dislocating his jaw and breaking half his teeth. The big brute grunted and fell backwards. His comrade looked at lady dwarf in winged armor, blinking in confusion. Egraine shook her braided head and pointed her hammer at him. “For my father...”

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Golden coins, glinting in the dim lamplight, passed from a leather-clad hand, to a filthy, diseased claw. Doktor Nachtbluten’s eyes, hidden behind the red lenses of his plague mask, roved over his new purchase. “Yes, this corpse will do nicely. Now, off you go! Find me more! Progress must be made!”

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As one the newly armed prisoners heard Al Askar’s voice in their minds. “Rejoice, mortals. For you are about to join in a grand experiment. If you survive my latest test army, you will go free. If you do not, fear not. You will still find a place, in Ikern, the City for the Dead.”

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“Laura, Anton, Robert...” Names spilled out of her mouth as her wave-bladed sword scythed the air. She moved with practiced ease, each thrust aimed for an artery, each sweep designed to dismember and decapitate. With vampires, there was no room for mercy or error.

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The wolf watched Orlenah sleep, studying his “mistress” thoughtfully. This one was promising. There was such hatred in her, such a thirst for vengeance. Perhaps, this one would be enough...

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Rise up, in the name of Martyron!” Pilgrim struck the ground with his staff as blue-white energy flowed out from him in a wave. His beleaguered friends stood strong as bleeding stopped, gashes healed, and hearts were made whole. One day, they might fall, but it would not be today...

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Kergan Deadeye: Kergan pulled the triggers on his twin crossbows, and the bolts sank home into the chest one merfolk, and into the eye of another. “Martyron. I ain’t never prayed to nothing...” Kergan threw down his bows, unslinging the heavy crossbow on his back. “...but if you can hear me, answer me this one prayer.” He pulled the trigger, and another pierced a third merfolk’s heart. “Let me buy them enough time to escape...”

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“Wha’ are you lookin’ at?” “That was the last thing I heard before the biggest, meanest fist I ever saw hit me harder than I ever thought possible. I’m lucky that big ugly fella didn’t kill me!”

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The insanely beautiful elf’s marbled hand lifted a finely carved bone staff into the air, rippling with a sickly green energy. Her face remained expressionless even as horrific words rolled out of her mouth, save her golden eyes, which rolled and unfocused wildly. Even as the first dead hand twitched, Elera would only allow herself a small, satisfied smirk.

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Bolt after bolt thudded into the demon hordes, bent on the Celestial Clock’s destruction. Rows of identical mechanical soldiers unleashed death with their arm crossbows as efficient clockwork smoothly reloaded the weapons. Number XXXVII’s mind raced as he mirrored his brother’s movements flawlessly. No. I cannot leave. The work here is too important...

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“Watch the flame ripple and dance. Watch the flame sing and prance.” Pyriel’s chiseled body manipulated the dangerous energy with ease, without so much as sweat or soot marring his handsome frame.

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The vampire sank his fangs into the nun’s smooth, untouched flesh. He groped her perversely as he started to drink. As the blood touched his tongue, his body wracked in agony. In his eagerness, he had failed to notice her lack of fear, and the two swords strapped to her thighs.

Atop a throne of rock, rimed with black ice and glowing a cold white, the new chieftain of the Chernycryons, mightiest of the frost giant tribes, sat and stroked his long beard. Muscle rippled along his blue-skinned arms. Skorgi plotted in his castle of ice on how to bring all the Frozen North under his cruel heel.

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“See them big, beautiful flowers there? Sends a lovely scent in the air, don’t it? Look closer, and you’ll see the piles of bone and blood. Some things, no matter how beautiful, are best left alone!”

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The lean, lanky tiefling doubled over in pain, his features distorting wildly as the beast within started to take over. He looked around wildly in desperate fear. “Run! Please!”

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Thanhund: Deep underground, hidden from prying eyes, a stone lid scraped across a sarcophagus. A pale, taloned hand reached from within the stone coffin, and easily pushed it the rest of the way open. A bloated, blue tongue licked the hand eagerly. A fond chuckle sounded from within the coffin, and the pale hand reached up to gently pat a stitched and patched canine head. “Good boy. Are you ready for the night?”

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Lord Hammerstripe placed his hammer over his shoulder, a sorrowful expression on his face as he looked at the dying werewolf. He sighed heavily and spoke with a heavy Dwarven accent. “I’m sorry, laddie. I was too late to save yeh. I can only free yeh now.”

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Ancestral-totems
Eyes of Lichtan
Glorious Spoils and Suchtin's Wrath
Lifevein
Mystic Wellspring
Scattered Rocks and Takrien, the Soul-Slicer
Smuggler's Barrels and Sacks
Smuggler's Wagon
Totemic Walls
The Gates Of Ferucrane
The Ruins of Korgreth
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"There, the gates!" Grelcator's feet pounded on the mountain ground as his skittering persuers closed the distance. His ruined eye ached, and blood poured down his chin, but he ignored the pain. If he could just make it to the Metalhead Tribe, the mighty half-orcs would give the Fourhorns aid...

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The crude runes glowed as the shrieking ghosts tried again and again to futilely gain entrance. The Chieftan of the Metalheads grinned broadly, revealing a silver fang. "Heh. Stupid dead..."

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"Don't be going to Korgreth, yeh daft fool! They's nothing there but a horrible death..."

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There was no night in Wrathsbane, for the Eyes of Lichtan lit the city with a light as bright as day. There were some who had never left the city, and never seen the night, the moon, or the stars...

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"What's in the barrel?" With a scowl, the rough and dirty dockworker barked, "Mind yer own business, or I'll mind it for yeh!"

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Pilgrim sank to his knees at the sight of a Lifevein, here in the desert! His feet kicked up sand as he ran towards the beautiful well, only to see it shimmer and disappear, a trick born of thirst and the cruel desert sun...

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He grinned at the sight of the crude wagon, so poor and slapped together, that no one would give it a second glance. It was perfect for transporting their valuable and illicit cargo...

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Any nation or land that aids the dwarves in battle, is given a large pole wth an expertly crafted, golden face, representing the dwarven people. Every dwarf knows that his people owe the holder of the totem a debt, and is honor-bound to treat them with dignity and respect.

Scattered Rocks: "Good for cover, lousy to climb over!" Kergan grunted as he hauled his short frame over the rocks. We'll make our stand here.

Takrien, the legendary sword, slumbers in a forgotten treasure hoard. The cursed blade promises immense power to whoever takes up the ancient weapon, but at a terrible cost...

Glorious Spoils: "Open the chest! Don't bother checking for traps, that's stupid! Just open it!" - Famous Last Words of Every Unwise Theif

He thrust his hand into the flame, turning it over and over. The white-hot fire danced over his muscular arm, but there was no sizzle of cooking fat and no smell of burning skin and muscle. The priest removed his hand from the fire. "I am innocent in Suchtin's eyes! Now, it is your turn! Thrust your hand into the fire, and see how my god judges you!"

The crystal glowed crimson, casting sinister shadows on the rocky wall. "All you have to do is touch the crystal and focus your will, and all its power will be yours..."

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Tankards banged on the bar, frothing and spilling ale. Feet stomped, and voices raised in praise. The lithe catgirl bowed and flourished her lute. The patrons threw coins at her feet. Their problems, for a moment, were forgotten, and Crista was rewarded. This is what she lived for.

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There was no night in Wrathsbane, for the Eyes of Lichtan lit the city with a light as bright as day. There were some who had never left the city, and never seen the night, the moon, or the stars...

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“Laura, Anton, Robert...” Names spilled out of her mouth as her wave-bladed sword scythed the air. She moved with practiced ease, each thrust aimed for an artery, each sweep designed to dismember and decapitate. With vampires, there was no room for mercy or error.

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"Shield your eyes," Suraya's warning came too late, as Pilgrim took a face full of strange, red powder. The priest gasped and fell over. Mad Eyes chuckled, "Let's see which spirits he sees..."

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Ishiman’s feathered hand clutched his younger brother’s dead fingers. Rage clouded his normally calm face. In a barely perceptible whisper he asked, “Who?” The servant squawked in fear and stepped back, trying his best to stay out of sword range. “The wandering creature known as...Myconojimbo.”

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Lord Hammerstripe placed his hammer over his shoulder, a sorrowful expression on his face as he looked at the dying werewolf. He sighed heavily and spoke with a heavy Dwarven accent. “I’m sorry, laddie. I was too late to save yeh. I can only free yeh now.”

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“Look mate, whatever you want, I’m not drunk enough to deal with you right now. Come back in three...maybe four pints.” The pirate captain sighed wearily. “I’ll buy you another pint.” Cannonfire!’s entire attitude changed. “My old friend! What can Cannonfire! do for-“ He wheeled suddenly, glaring at an empty corner. “Shut up, Jack!”

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The little man’s scarred and tattooed face split into a fanged grin. Every tooth in his mouth was filed into points. He lifted a small, but heavy club over his victim. The unfortunate writhed and clutched his leg, screaming in agony.

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The gray-skinned woman kicked open a chest, and glittering shards of jewel coral spilled out. The assembled men stared at the pile in awe. It was more wealth than they could ever dream of. She winked at the men and grinned. “Now, boys. Step up and sign up if you want to get rich!”

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"Hey, do you think anything comes out of those mouths?" A glance at the burned patches of ground in front of the columns provided a silent answer to her question.

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Wood grooves slid on each other, coming together with a satisfying series of clicks. Jacques placed the metal bowhead at the front and finished assembling his weapon by lovingly stringing the bow. Prepared, he sat back on the rooftop, and lit his pipe. In time, someone would die, and Jacques Satyr’s purse would grow heavier.

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Pilgrim sank to his knees at the sight of a Lifevein, here in the desert! His feet kicked up sand as he ran towards the beautiful well, only to see it shimmer and disappear, a trick born of thirst and the cruel desert sun...

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“Lioness! Lioness!” Suraya stepped off the rusty platform and onto the bloody, sandy floor of the Grand Arena. She flexed her tattooed, scarred muscles in anticipation. In her mind, the lion spirit roared, demanding to be unleashed. At the sight of her opponents, she let loose a feral scream as the lion spirit took control...

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"What's in the barrel?" With a scowl, the rough and dirty dockworker barked, "Mind yer own business, or I'll mind it for yeh!"

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He grinned at the sight of the crude wagon, so poor and slapped together, that no one would give it a second glance. It was perfect for transporting their valuable and illicit cargo...

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Arcs of lightning shot down from the mountain. Everywhere the terrible bolts struck, there was nothing but ash and the smell of ozone. The cyclops grinned toothily at the assembled kings. “Gentlemen, you’ve seen what I can bring you. Start bidding.”

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The ancient temple's stonework felt hard and unyielding under their feet, and the light from the gleaming crystal cast shadows on the wall. With every step closer, the adventurers felt smaller and ever more afraid...

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The wolf watched Orlenah sleep, studying his “mistress” thoughtfully. This one was promising. There was such hatred in her, such a thirst for vengeance. Perhaps, this one would be enough...

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Hanzo bowed low before the Shogun. The Master of Tengus clacked his beak, and servant produced a note with a single name. “Hanzo, this is your next target.” Hanzo nodded, took the note, and disappeared in a cloud of shadow. The Shogun smiled. Hanzo Fuma never failed.

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Malevolent laughter danced all around them, as the shadows in the room flowed into a single point, forming into a vaguely humanoid figure. The shadow’s red eyes almost seemed amused. “You said the wrong thing, friend. Now, the Shadow-Scythe wants you dead.”

Corroded gears ground against each other as ancient plates groaned in protest. Steam hissed as an impossibly ancient jaw opened, and a mechanized, authoritative voice rang out, “Lowly one, Puffnathrax demands you feel joy. For the magnificence of Puffnathrax will be the last thing you ever see.”

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The crude runes glowed as the shrieking ghosts tried again and again to futilely gain entrance. The Chieftan of the Metalheads grinned broadly, revealing a silver fang. "Heh. Stupid dead..."

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Rise up, in the name of Martyron!” Pilgrim struck the ground with his staff as blue-white energy flowed out from him in a wave. His beleaguered friends stood strong as bleeding stopped, gashes healed, and hearts were made whole. One day, they might fall, but it would not be today...

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"Don't be going to Korgreth, yeh daft fool! They's nothing there but a horrible death..."

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The insanely beautiful elf’s marbled hand lifted a finely carved bone staff into the air, rippling with a sickly green energy. Her face remained expressionless even as horrific words rolled out of her mouth, save her golden eyes, which rolled and unfocused wildly. Even as the first dead hand twitched, Elera would only allow herself a small, satisfied smirk.

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Egraine Smitsdottr: “For my father...” The hammer struck the orc in the face, dislocating his jaw and breaking half his teeth. The big brute grunted and fell backwards. His comrade looked at lady dwarf in winged armor, blinking in confusion. Egraine shook her braided head and pointed her hammer at him. “For my father...”

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Esfer pulled Ormeater out of Korkanathrak’s cooling body, watching as the red dragon’s blood spilled onto the ruined ground. The village was nothing but a wreck now. Feed. Ormeater’s demands filled her mind, and the magic spear collapsed into a dagger. Esfer plunged Ormeater into Korkanathrak’s chest, ignoring the terrified villagers around her. All that mattered was the dragon’s heart. All that mattered was its power.

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Kergan Deadeye: Kergan pulled the triggers on his twin crossbows, and the bolts sank home into the chest one merfolk, and into the eye of another. “Martyron. I ain’t never prayed to nothing...” Kergan threw down his bows, unslinging the heavy crossbow on his back. “...but if you can hear me, answer me this one prayer.” He pulled the trigger, and another pierced a third merfolk’s heart. “Let me buy them enough time to escape...”

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Thanhund: Deep underground, hidden from prying eyes, a stone lid scraped across a sarcophagus. A pale, taloned hand reached from within the stone coffin, and easily pushed it the rest of the way open. A bloated, blue tongue licked the hand eagerly. A fond chuckle sounded from within the coffin, and the pale hand reached up to gently pat a stitched and patched canine head. “Good boy. Are you ready for the night?”

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The chieftan barked out as he lifted his bald head, piercings jingling together softly. "Hey! Ugrug! You see any of the uglies, you hit the padoom..."

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Selena Shadowscale

Cap’n Gargar Bloodybones gurgled, bloody foam spilling from his mouth. Selena’s supple hand slid the coral dagger from his gut. The poison had done its work, and one less enemy of the crown lived. She felt no joy as she slid back into the sea, her hood covering the face that had lured the unwary pirate to his death.

This update brings finer support settings.

Additional Miniature Core set download required. Don't forget to download MINIATURES CORE SET

 (updated supports - January 12, 2021)

Includes:

10 Selena Shadowscale
14 Grelcator the Mighty
Ankle-Cracker
21 Nieran Stavinfass
26 Number XXXVII
28 Jacques Satyr
33 Hanzo Fuma
34 Ishiman Hatori
35 Ebonardo Shineblight
38 Lady Jocasta
40 Mad Eyes
45 Electhemus Monoculus
46 Thanhund
49 Cannonfire!
50 Laurak Lupusarus
51 Esfer Sarkany
52 Ina Akaio
Bronaugh Tree-Mother
Amberal Thunderlcoud 31
Puffnathrax

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The doors to the ramshackle building were torn away, leaving yawning mouths filled with darkness. Gorntak frowned, his lips pulling around his fangs. His red eyes narrowed as he saw the pool of dried blood just inside the doorframe...

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The lean, lanky tiefling doubled over in pain, his features distorting wildly as the beast within started to take over. He looked around wildly in desperate fear. “Run! Please!”

Stairs and Archway

Elera cackled as her zombies shambeled and stumbled up the steps, their natural clumsiness allowing the desperate adventurers to stay one step ahead of being the horrific undead's next meal.

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At Queen Bronaugh’s every step, life bloomed behind her. The Seelie Court went silent at the sight of their beloved Tree-Mother. Every faerie in attendance knelt before her, in awe of her beauty and power. Bronaugh lifted her hand. “Rise, my children and hear my decree. There are dark times ahead...”

The package contains updated thinner supports and original supports files for editing.

Includes:

01 Pilgrim the Seeker
02 Suraya the Lioness
03 Kergan Deadeye
05 Doctor Nachtbluten
06 Pyriel Flamewave
08 Al Aksar
09 Elera Wildeyes
17 Lord Hammerstripe
19 Helldros Musuko-Oni
29 Krista Caterwaul
30 Egraine Smitsdottr
36 Gorgeous George
41 Lady Antigone Angelos
42 Sister Corazon
47 Lobar
Gorntak
Skorgi Frozen-Heart
The Budding Snatcher

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Any nation or land that aids the dwarves in battle, is given a large pole wth an expertly crafted, golden face, representing the dwarven people. Every dwarf knows that his people owe the holder of the totem a debt, and is honor-bound to treat them with dignity and respect.

Glorious Spoils: "Open the chest! Don't bother checking for traps, that's stupid! Just open it!" - Famous Last Words of Every Unwise Theif

He thrust his hand into the flame, turning it over and over. The white-hot fire danced over his muscular arm, but there was no sizzle of cooking fat and no smell of burning skin and muscle. The priest removed his hand from the fire. "I am innocent in Suchtin's eyes! Now, it is your turn! Thrust your hand into the fire, and see how my god judges you!"

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Lady Jocasta

Her hips swayed invitingly as she entered the filthy alley, and he followed eagerly. A cry and a dull thud came after. Lady Jocasta wiped the crimson stain from her mouth as she left the alley. Sometimes, it was too easy.

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With shaking hands, the little scaly creature struck the gong once, twice, and thrice, it's booming reverberation shaking everyone in the cave to their very bones. All was silent, until, distantly, the sound of rusty gears grinding together, mixing with the creaking of ancient leather, reached their straining ears...

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“See them big, beautiful flowers there? Sends a lovely scent in the air, don’t it? Look closer, and you’ll see the piles of bone and blood. Some things, no matter how beautiful, are best left alone!”

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Ina Akaio

Ina ducked and dodged, giggling irreverently as the daimyo’s archers missed her again and again. “Dumb-dumb daimyo! Do not be so angry!” She waved a fan at the enraged tengu lord, and her multiple tails twitched. “You know what I said was true.” She tumbled nimbly out of the way of another wave of arrows, laughing.

Executrix Nieran Stavinfass

Limbs flew through the coppery-tinged air, along with cries of surprise and pain. A whirling dervish of death danced, blood staining purple skin and white hair. Nieran could kill them quickly, but where was the joy, the artistry, in that?

Grelcator the Mighty

With shaking, scaled hands. The lizardfolk pulled the shard of chitin from his eye. Dropping the bloody shard behind him, Grelcator lifted his falchion and hissed a challenge. The blow should have killed him, but it only seemed to make him angry.

The crystal glowed crimson, casting sinister shadows on the rocky wall. "All you have to do is touch the crystal and focus your will, and all its power will be yours..."

Scattered Rocks: "Good for cover, lousy to climb over!" Kergan grunted as he hauled his short frame over the rocks. We'll make our stand here.

Takrien, the legendary sword, slumbers in a forgotten treasure hoard. The cursed blade promises immense power to whoever takes up the ancient weapon, but at a terrible cost...

This pack includes all the terrain we have uploaded so far, which is located below the picture. It allows you to make a single large download.

Ancestral-totems
Eyes of Lichtan
Glorious Spoils and Suchtin's Wrath
Lifevein
Mystic Wellspring
Scattered Rocks and Takrien, the Soul-Slicer
Smuggler's Barrels and Sacks
Smuggler's Wagon
Totemic Walls
The Gates Of Ferucrane
The Ruins of Korgreth
Character and Terrain Guide

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Looming above them, the draconic sculpture glared down from the archway. They felt incredibly small, and no one wanted to voice the question: "What creature needed an entrance so big?"

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"There, the gates!" Grelcator's feet pounded on the mountain ground as his skittering persuers closed the distance. His ruined eye ached, and blood poured down his chin, but he ignored the pain. If he could just make it to the Metalhead Tribe, the mighty half-orcs would give the Fourhorns aid...

Atop a throne of rock, rimed with black ice and glowing a cold white, the new chieftain of the Chernycryons, mightiest of the frost giant tribes, sat and stroked his long beard. Muscle rippled along his blue-skinned arms. Skorgi plotted in his castle of ice on how to bring all the Frozen North under his cruel heel.

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Golden coins, glinting in the dim lamplight, passed from a leather-clad hand, to a filthy, diseased claw. Doktor Nachtbluten’s eyes, hidden behind the red lenses of his plague mask, roved over his new purchase. “Yes, this corpse will do nicely. Now, off you go! Find me more! Progress must be made!”

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The vampire sank his fangs into the nun’s smooth, untouched flesh. He groped her perversely as he started to drink. As the blood touched his tongue, his body wracked in agony. In his eagerness, he had failed to notice her lack of fear, and the two swords strapped to her thighs.

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“Watch the flame ripple and dance. Watch the flame sing and prance.” Pyriel’s chiseled body manipulated the dangerous energy with ease, without so much as sweat or soot marring his handsome frame.

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Bolt after bolt thudded into the demon hordes, bent on the Celestial Clock’s destruction. Rows of identical mechanical soldiers unleashed death with their arm crossbows as efficient clockwork smoothly reloaded the weapons. Number XXXVII’s mind raced as he mirrored his brother’s movements flawlessly. No. I cannot leave. The work here is too important...

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“Wha’ are you lookin’ at?” “That was the last thing I heard before the biggest, meanest fist I ever saw hit me harder than I ever thought possible. I’m lucky that big ugly fella didn’t kill me!”

Gorntak is a small part of our Kickstarter project. Over 50 incredible miniatures and well-crafted pieces of terrain await you in our new Kickstarter project, Survivors of Serath!

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As one the newly armed prisoners heard Al Askar’s voice in their minds. “Rejoice, mortals. For you are about to join in a grand experiment. If you survive my latest test army, you will go free. If you do not, fear not. You will still find a place, in Ikern, the City for the Dead.”

This pack includes all the miniatures we have uploaded so far, located below the picture. It allows you to make a single large download.

This pack contains thicker supports than the last pack.

• Al Aksar the Eternal Satrap
• Doktor Nachtbluten
• Elera Wildeyes
• Gorntak the Gentle
• Helldros Musuko Oni
• Krista Caterwaul
• Lady Antigone Angelos
• Lobar
• Lord Hammerstripe
• Number xxxvii
• Pilgrim the Seeker
• Pyriel Flamewave
• Sister Corazon Abeita
• Skorgi Frozen Heart
• Suraya the Lioness
• The Budding Snatcher