KS-03 Survivors of Serath – 3D Printable Fantasy Miniatures
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KS-03 Survivors of Serath – 3D Printable Fantasy MiniaturesCreated by 3DArtDigital
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You get a Miniatures core set. This is the basic starter kit for your adventures. There are no terrains, only the miniatures. Includes: - 13 heroes with their own story - 1 giant - Add-ons only for miniatures Each pledge is delivered as an STL file pack to print on your home 3D printer.
This pledge contains the Ferucrane basic kit. There are no miniatures, only the Terrain. Includes: - The Gates of Ferucrane - Totemic Walls - The Ruins of Korgreth - Eyes of Lichtan - Smuggler's Barrels and Sacks - Lifevein - Smuggler's Wagon - Add-ons only for Terrains Each pledge is delivered as an STL file pack to print on your home 3D printer.
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.
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.
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.
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.
"One, two, three ... they are all broken! Quick, where is the fourth !?" Kergan's heart sank as he heard the unmistakable sound of stone shattering. "Aye, well, that's four!" The adventurers turned and ran as the looming ceiling started coming down all around them.
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...”
Shadow-Scythe laughed, his back scales shaking with genuine mirth. “Little Laurak, what have you done to yourself?” Laurak snarled in response fur sprouting from underneath his scales, “I have embraced the Beast Within, and it grants me the power to finally destroy you, wretched ancestor!”
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.
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...
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.
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.”
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.
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!”
“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!”
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.”