Faces Of A Dying World - Mörk Borg STLs
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Basilisk HE (Gorgh & Verhu)
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
The Shadow King
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Embraced by the obscured mantle
Of multiple worlds
And passageways
beneath the rubble of prophecy
The Shadow King wanders in transgressions
Of alchemy and philosophy
And the servants and the slaves
Not even his decadent offspring
Fathom his ultimate purpose
the gothic monstrosity of his architecture
The enigmatic ruler
Forever shadowbound
Fades to black.
King Fathmu IX
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Hoards the gold of the people
In his secret citadel of psychosis
Where statues and monuments abound
And the lust for uniforms and arrogancy
Parade in grotesque form
As he raids and invades
And his servants engage
In the cruel banality of evil?
Obsessed with annihilation
He withers in his golden vaults
King Sigfúm, The Kind
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Blasphemous optimist
Of the doomed city of Grift
The once enlightened shelter of
Reason and harmony
Now plague-wracked and war-torn
And yet, the defeated king
Regards the end
with calmness
and a newfound sense of community:
To march with his people
To the cliff of Terion
And fall a thousand meters
In joint equality
To meet the Endless Sea
With heretical kindness.
Outcast - Wild Wickhead
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The sick, fickle light
Urine colored patina
Over the wandering road
The sick, fickle blade
Scratches a moody itch
While the wickhead rambles on
The sick, fickle bag
Over its shoulders
Tells you the tale of pain
And of getting paid
In outcast misery
Outcast: Pale One
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Fallen from the selfsame stars
That birthed anguish
The eyeless creature sees through
A bitter glass, darkly
Alienated savant
Of the melancholic rituals
Of detached alchemy
And the fearsome longing
Of obscurity
Anthelia, Blood Countess
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Solitary defilement
Of color and warmth
She rips the throats of life
All around her
As she flees from time
But time finds her
And drains her
From all things comfort
And true and genuine
In her spire city of black glass
Caressed by frozen winds
And fearmongering
The countess sheds a tear
The tear falls in a pool of blood
She bathes and drowns and screams in it
And comes out anew
Josilfa Migol, The Arch Priestess
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
In the belly of the Basilisk’s Cathedral
In the rotten core of
The greatest city that ever was
She is true tribute, colluding grace,
“You…”
Pious lover of the shadow that covers all
“Can’t…”
This many-eyed lamb we offer for slaughter
“Stop…”
For you see the sins of your miscarried flock
The archpriestess raises her head
Immortal smile
Until the end.
Outcast - Prowler
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The banished were once renowned
Lending their bloody sharp expertise
To the upholding of measured civility
Then, the world flipped a coin
On a cosmic scale
And the banished became
The cutthroats of the enshadowed dark
Stealcutspitbrag
Lazycreepinglyingtraitors
The criminal craftsmen
The scarred seekers of bountiful exploits
Outcast - Earthbound
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Freaks of canine blood
Scavenging the sundered lands
A lonely task
Forced upon them
By the foul betrayal of prophetic warnings
The earthbound now takes refuge in
Their dissonant howl and twisted morale
A weirdo now lending a mutated hand.
Downtrodden wanderers
Peddlers in the ashes of doomstruck service
Nechrubel, The Shadow That Covers All
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Occult Herbmaster - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Behold the brewer!
Arcane enchanter
Of powering alchemy
And drug-induced vitality
Or vile disease
Cavernous isolation among ruins
Is a balm and a psalm
In which their witchcraft
Thickens
With the hallucinatory smoke
Of newer decoctions
Behold the dark and gold trophy
Of their pure hermetics
Embodiment of scum’s incursion
Into mindfracking
Transcendence!
Esoteric Hermit - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wanderer of the pre-existing rituals
Awakened survivor of memoryless cataclysms
Wise, weak, and wary
You hold onto the scroll of your hermit fate
Chasing eldritch secrets
In books of boiling blood
And violent designs
Send forth a hawk into the unknown
And the unknowable smiles back
Through obsession you ascend, it says.
The chaos of the void
Welcomes you
Zombie - Pose 01
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Warring memories
That transcend death
Hear ye the moaning of the dead
See ye the rising rancid cadavers
Will ye fear the putrid sad hand
As it claws to you?
The putrid sad mouth
As it bites into you,
Turning disease into
Undead brotherhood?
Now the warring march begins
An army of darkness we shall become
Berserker
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
A critical burst of brain matter
The frenzied chant of gory victory
See the weaker foe’s languid corpse
The berserker admires its deed
Catacomb heart
Hardened skin
Buried arrows are
But celebrated decor
The berserker has a distant understanding
Of its violent designs inflicted upon the world
Blood-drenched Skeleton
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Decomposition
As a violent echo
Hairy leathery, old skin
Necrophage flies and blood
Still clinging to the bones
Of unknown, glorious past
It rots with each step
It mocks with malicious intent
Rattling defilement of creaking joints
It bisects new scumblood
With blood-drenched glee.
Goblin 01
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Sickness unto skin
Madness from within
Suffering to spare
No hope left to share
Prison of accursed flesh
Warped mind
Hateful deeds
Curse upon curse
One in captivity
Makes a scum savor wealth
Until the darkness of Sarkash
Embraces the sum
Of its accursed remains
Goblin 02
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Sickness unto skin
Madness from within
Suffering to spare
No hope left to share
Prison of accursed flesh
Warped mind
Hateful deeds
Curse upon curse
One in captivity
Makes a scum savor wealth
Until the darkness of Sarkash
Embraces the sum
Of its accursed remains
Goblin Wolf Rider
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Large - 50 mm base
Blood-bathed fur
Screaming echoes of killing fields
Eyes surveying corpse
Tattered pleads, deaf ears
Curse-carrying fiend
Travelling arrow piercing flesh
The passerby stumbles
Released from the bondage of self
Death growls before feasting
Grotesque
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Large - 50 mm base
The disturbing gargoyle
Creeps through monochromatic time
And blends in with your perception
Muscular stoneskin cracks
The statuesque predator
Dives
In slowdeadly motion
Scum
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Poisoned sharpness
Poised for the kill
Hatred appeased by silver glints
When the blade strips the Other
Of wretched life
There is a backstabbing realization
Of the power anointed
To the expendable scum of the lands
Troll
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Unbridled cacophony
Of mutual terror
The blood-spattered maw
Drooling with panic
Roars with vengeful desires
Ever stronger, ever larger
Reigning over shattered scum
Pouncing until liquid mess
Becomes libation
This is but one of the ways in which
Fate abhors foolish heroes
Undead Doll
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The mad gaze of the
Porcelain sufferer haunts you
Inhabited by prancing innocence
Then annihilated by warped cruelty
It toys its way from beyond torment
Their unholy shattering
Of all cathedral windows
Is but the beginning of the porcelain reckoning
To make a doll house of it all
Undead Necromancer
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Necrosis of time and space
Antimagical wound
Powermonger of yore
It reaches out
To undo you
Deathless remains
Endless captivity
Its skull a soliloquy
Amid barren fields of doom
Wickhead Knife-Wielder
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The filth on its blade is but fear-imbued polish
As the wickhead seeks the lost
To enlighten with blinding violence
Harrowing head of sinful penance
Blast of grave light
The knife wielder comes
Always unannounced
Watch out for the beckoning light
Watch out for the one spark in the night
Of your last breath
Wraith
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The ectoplasmic touch
Of sinking realizations
Mired in graceless awe and pity
A reminder from beyond
A mirage of timelessness,
Royal garments of maggots and filth
Crowned halo of death
And deadlight
Cutting its way
Through you and beyond you.
Wyvern
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
From the darkened celestial vaults
High above growling gloom
The winged nightmare descends
Folks fear in their frailty
They cower under sheep’s entrails
They are ungraced by
The paralyzing sting and the ravenous bite
Where the wyverns fly crops die
Behold its field of poisonous corpses
Fertilizing the land asunder
Zombie - Pose 02
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Warring memories
That transcend death
Hear ye the moaning of the dead
See ye the rising rancid cadavers
Will ye fear the putrid sad hand
As it claws to you?
The putrid sad mouth
As it bites into you,
Turning disease into
Undead brotherhood?
Now the warring march begins
An army of darkness we shall become
Esoteric Hermit - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wanderer of the pre-existing rituals
Awakened survivor of memoryless cataclysms
Wise, weak, and wary
You hold onto the scroll of your hermit fate
Chasing eldritch secrets
In books of boiling blood
And violent designs
Send forth a hawk into the unknown
And the unknowable smiles back
Through obsession you ascend, it says.
The chaos of the void
Welcomes you
Fanged Deserter - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
They reek of bloody battle
And spit upon the present
The bile upon vileness
Of their scumborne fate
Their fangs bite like an insult
Half-honoring past losses
They wipe the filth from their asses
With what you call wonder
Tough enough to wield the weapons
Of foolish courage and violence
Fired up
Stench of
Bloody battle
One final desertion
Fanged Deserter - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
They reek of bloody battle
And spit upon the present
The bile upon vileness
Of their scumborne fate
Their fangs bite like an insult
Half-honoring past losses
They wipe the filth from their asses
With what you call wonder
Tough enough to wield the weapons
Of foolish courage and violence
Fired up
Stench of
Bloody battle
One final desertion
Gutterborn Scum - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Filth-ridden birth caul
Outlaws and rats for siblings
Death itself abhorred you
Revulsion you fought with sharp objects
Scum camaraderie forged in the wild ways
Hiding amongst the refuse
Striking with coward glee
Abominable tricks
Tools of the endured trade
Oh, they’ll thank you later,
You bad birth bastard
Now leave your excretal trail
From the gutter
To the dying stars
Gutterborn Scum - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Filth-ridden birth caul
Outlaws and rats for siblings
Death itself abhorred you
Revulsion you fought with sharp objects
Scum camaraderie forged in the wild ways
Hiding amongst the refuse
Striking with coward glee
Abominable tricks
Tools of the endured trade
Oh, they’ll thank you later,
You bad birth bastard
Now leave your excretal trail
From the gutter
To the dying stars
Heretical Priest - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Unclean holiness
Twisted benediction
Conduit of the light
Disturbed by darkness
Unholy survivor
Of desecrated faith
You chase divinity
With your anti-prayers
Against the faithless
And the evil-doers
Tenacious blasphemy
To be a holy diver
The wrong savior, nay, redeemer
Of
The earthly scum
Heretical Priest - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Unclean holiness
Twisted benediction
Conduit of the light
Disturbed by darkness
Unholy survivor
Of desecrated faith
You chase divinity
With your anti-prayers
Against the faithless
And the evil-doers
Tenacious blasphemy
To be a holy diver
The wrong savior, nay, redeemer
Of
The earthly scum
Occult Herbmaster - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Behold the brewer!
Arcane enchanter
Of powering alchemy
And drug-induced vitality
Or vile disease
Cavernous isolation among ruins
Is a balm and a psalm
In which their witchcraft
Thickens
With the hallucinatory smoke
Of newer decoctions
Behold the dark and gold trophy
Of their pure hermetics
Embodiment of scum’s incursion
Into mindfracking
Transcendence!
Wretched Royalty - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Riches reduced to rubble
Penury, murder, empires sunk
Into bloodstained obscurity
Others scold at your lost glory
But they too shall taste the
Mocked and slandered depth
Of your sorrow
Ancestral blades,
Luminary horses,
And mocking court jesters
Set the stage
For another royal farce
As your wretchedness grows like hunger
Noble blood boiling
Among ruins
Wretched Royalty - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Riches reduced to rubble
Penury, murder, empires sunk
Into bloodstained obscurity
Others scold at your lost glory
But they too shall taste the
Mocked and slandered depth
Of your sorrow
Ancestral blades,
Luminary horses,
And mocking court jesters
Set the stage
For another royal farce
As your wretchedness grows like hunger
Noble blood boiling
Among ruins
The Dying Dungeon - Bare Bones Edition
A vital pustule in the sundered soil.
The architectural carcass of a dying dungeon protrudes from the bowels of a haunted road in Sarkash.
Many have felt curious about this strange new apparition.
They delved deep within the twisting grotesqueries that serve as halls and hallways.
None made it back.
Decadent rulers and wary necromancers gather brave scum to scout this decaying structure.
It whispers haunting messages of its own, a warning, or a distress call.
Some say the environment around it is changing, pulsing with new life against the colored decay of it all.
* * *
A Dying Dungeon is a Mörk Borg oneshot adventure filled with horrific phenomena.
A maddening descent into decomposing corridors and beckoning whispers.
Will you answer the call?
In the oncoming doom of the world, what do you have to lose?
You might gain some respite, at last, or glory, in that single parchment of destroyed land.
* * *
Written by Victor Manuel Solís in partnership with Flesh Of Gods.
Basilisk SHE (Lusi & Arkh)
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Planeshifter Spider
PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS!
Size: Large (50 mm base diameter)
Scale: 32 mm
Grave Titan
PRESUPPORTED!
Base: 75 mm
Titans are creatures about which little is known, but who are supposed to be in league with the gods, conspiring against men. The heidous Grave Titan supposedly serves a god called the Harbinger, from which not even the Guild was aware of.
Biter - Chained
PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS!
Base: 50 mm
A man can do unimaginable things when dominated by anger and hate. And these are the very feelings imbued in poor human subjects that are turned into what is called The Biter. Their rage is so uncontrollable and their behavior so chaotic that they have to be kept restrained at all times.
The Dying Dungeon - Final Edition
IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE FINAL VERSION OF "THE DYING DUNGEON".
The zip file contains:
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Digital - Spreads (double pages)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Digital - Single Pages
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Print - Single Pages (with bleed)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Print - A5 Booklet Ready (with crop marks - A3 paper)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Bare Bones Edition
- A3-sized Map Poster
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A vital pustule in the sundered soil.
The architectural carcass of a dying dungeon protrudes from the bowels of a haunted road in Sarkash.
Many have felt curious about this strange new apparition.
They delved deep within the twisting grotesqueries that serve as halls and hallways.
None made it back.
Decadent rulers and wary necromancers gather brave scum to scout this decaying structure.
It whispers haunting messages of its own, a warning, or a distress call.
Some say the environment around it is changing, pulsing with new life against the colored decay of it all.
* * *
A Dying Dungeon is a Mörk Borg oneshot adventure filled with horrific phenomena.
A maddening descent into decomposing corridors and beckoning whispers.
Will you answer the call?
In the oncoming doom of the world, what do you have to lose?
You might gain some respite, at last, or glory, in that single parchment of destroyed land.
* * *
Written by Victor Manuel Solís in partnership with Flesh Of Gods.
12% OFF in the first 48 hours! PERSONAL USE ONLY! All in! This includes: - 27 miniatures - All the unlocked content - Free 1-month trial for our Tribe (May/23) - Not valid if you purchase after ther campaign ends
205 pioneers
USD 40.00
Basilisk SHE (Lusi & Arkh)
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Basilisk HE (Gorgh & Verhu)
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Anthelia, Blood Countess
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Solitary defilement
Of color and warmth
She rips the throats of life
All around her
As she flees from time
But time finds her
And drains her
From all things comfort
And true and genuine
In her spire city of black glass
Caressed by frozen winds
And fearmongering
The countess sheds a tear
The tear falls in a pool of blood
She bathes and drowns and screams in it
And comes out anew
Josilfa Migol, The Arch Priestess
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
In the belly of the Basilisk’s Cathedral
In the rotten core of
The greatest city that ever was
She is true tribute, colluding grace,
“You…”
Pious lover of the shadow that covers all
“Can’t…”
This many-eyed lamb we offer for slaughter
“Stop…”
For you see the sins of your miscarried flock
The archpriestess raises her head
Immortal smile
Until the end.
Outcast - Prowler
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The banished were once renowned
Lending their bloody sharp expertise
To the upholding of measured civility
Then, the world flipped a coin
On a cosmic scale
And the banished became
The cutthroats of the enshadowed dark
Stealcutspitbrag
Lazycreepinglyingtraitors
The criminal craftsmen
The scarred seekers of bountiful exploits
King Fathmu IX
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Hoards the gold of the people
In his secret citadel of psychosis
Where statues and monuments abound
And the lust for uniforms and arrogancy
Parade in grotesque form
As he raids and invades
And his servants engage
In the cruel banality of evil?
Obsessed with annihilation
He withers in his golden vaults
Outcast - Earthbound
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Freaks of canine blood
Scavenging the sundered lands
A lonely task
Forced upon them
By the foul betrayal of prophetic warnings
The earthbound now takes refuge in
Their dissonant howl and twisted morale
A weirdo now lending a mutated hand.
Downtrodden wanderers
Peddlers in the ashes of doomstruck service
The Shadow King
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Embraced by the obscured mantle
Of multiple worlds
And passageways
beneath the rubble of prophecy
The Shadow King wanders in transgressions
Of alchemy and philosophy
And the servants and the slaves
Not even his decadent offspring
Fathom his ultimate purpose
the gothic monstrosity of his architecture
The enigmatic ruler
Forever shadowbound
Fades to black.
King Sigfúm, The Kind
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Blasphemous optimist
Of the doomed city of Grift
The once enlightened shelter of
Reason and harmony
Now plague-wracked and war-torn
And yet, the defeated king
Regards the end
with calmness
and a newfound sense of community:
To march with his people
To the cliff of Terion
And fall a thousand meters
In joint equality
To meet the Endless Sea
With heretical kindness.
Outcast - Wild Wickhead
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The sick, fickle light
Urine colored patina
Over the wandering road
The sick, fickle blade
Scratches a moody itch
While the wickhead rambles on
The sick, fickle bag
Over its shoulders
Tells you the tale of pain
And of getting paid
In outcast misery
Outcast: Pale One
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Fallen from the selfsame stars
That birthed anguish
The eyeless creature sees through
A bitter glass, darkly
Alienated savant
Of the melancholic rituals
Of detached alchemy
And the fearsome longing
Of obscurity
Nechrubel, The Shadow That Covers All
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wretched Royalty - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Riches reduced to rubble
Penury, murder, empires sunk
Into bloodstained obscurity
Others scold at your lost glory
But they too shall taste the
Mocked and slandered depth
Of your sorrow
Ancestral blades,
Luminary horses,
And mocking court jesters
Set the stage
For another royal farce
As your wretchedness grows like hunger
Noble blood boiling
Among ruins
Wretched Royalty - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Riches reduced to rubble
Penury, murder, empires sunk
Into bloodstained obscurity
Others scold at your lost glory
But they too shall taste the
Mocked and slandered depth
Of your sorrow
Ancestral blades,
Luminary horses,
And mocking court jesters
Set the stage
For another royal farce
As your wretchedness grows like hunger
Noble blood boiling
Among ruins
Occult Herbmaster - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Behold the brewer!
Arcane enchanter
Of powering alchemy
And drug-induced vitality
Or vile disease
Cavernous isolation among ruins
Is a balm and a psalm
In which their witchcraft
Thickens
With the hallucinatory smoke
Of newer decoctions
Behold the dark and gold trophy
Of their pure hermetics
Embodiment of scum’s incursion
Into mindfracking
Transcendence!
Heretical Priest - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Unclean holiness
Twisted benediction
Conduit of the light
Disturbed by darkness
Unholy survivor
Of desecrated faith
You chase divinity
With your anti-prayers
Against the faithless
And the evil-doers
Tenacious blasphemy
To be a holy diver
The wrong savior, nay, redeemer
Of
The earthly scum
Heretical Priest - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Unclean holiness
Twisted benediction
Conduit of the light
Disturbed by darkness
Unholy survivor
Of desecrated faith
You chase divinity
With your anti-prayers
Against the faithless
And the evil-doers
Tenacious blasphemy
To be a holy diver
The wrong savior, nay, redeemer
Of
The earthly scum
Gutterborn Scum - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Filth-ridden birth caul
Outlaws and rats for siblings
Death itself abhorred you
Revulsion you fought with sharp objects
Scum camaraderie forged in the wild ways
Hiding amongst the refuse
Striking with coward glee
Abominable tricks
Tools of the endured trade
Oh, they’ll thank you later,
You bad birth bastard
Now leave your excretal trail
From the gutter
To the dying stars
Gutterborn Scum - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Filth-ridden birth caul
Outlaws and rats for siblings
Death itself abhorred you
Revulsion you fought with sharp objects
Scum camaraderie forged in the wild ways
Hiding amongst the refuse
Striking with coward glee
Abominable tricks
Tools of the endured trade
Oh, they’ll thank you later,
You bad birth bastard
Now leave your excretal trail
From the gutter
To the dying stars
Fanged Deserter - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
They reek of bloody battle
And spit upon the present
The bile upon vileness
Of their scumborne fate
Their fangs bite like an insult
Half-honoring past losses
They wipe the filth from their asses
With what you call wonder
Tough enough to wield the weapons
Of foolish courage and violence
Fired up
Stench of
Bloody battle
One final desertion
Fanged Deserter - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
They reek of bloody battle
And spit upon the present
The bile upon vileness
Of their scumborne fate
Their fangs bite like an insult
Half-honoring past losses
They wipe the filth from their asses
With what you call wonder
Tough enough to wield the weapons
Of foolish courage and violence
Fired up
Stench of
Bloody battle
One final desertion
Esoteric Hermit - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wanderer of the pre-existing rituals
Awakened survivor of memoryless cataclysms
Wise, weak, and wary
You hold onto the scroll of your hermit fate
Chasing eldritch secrets
In books of boiling blood
And violent designs
Send forth a hawk into the unknown
And the unknowable smiles back
Through obsession you ascend, it says.
The chaos of the void
Welcomes you
Zombie - Pose 02
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Warring memories
That transcend death
Hear ye the moaning of the dead
See ye the rising rancid cadavers
Will ye fear the putrid sad hand
As it claws to you?
The putrid sad mouth
As it bites into you,
Turning disease into
Undead brotherhood?
Now the warring march begins
An army of darkness we shall become
Wyvern
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
From the darkened celestial vaults
High above growling gloom
The winged nightmare descends
Folks fear in their frailty
They cower under sheep’s entrails
They are ungraced by
The paralyzing sting and the ravenous bite
Where the wyverns fly crops die
Behold its field of poisonous corpses
Fertilizing the land asunder
Wraith
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The ectoplasmic touch
Of sinking realizations
Mired in graceless awe and pity
A reminder from beyond
A mirage of timelessness,
Royal garments of maggots and filth
Crowned halo of death
And deadlight
Cutting its way
Through you and beyond you.
Wickhead Knife-Wielder
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The filth on its blade is but fear-imbued polish
As the wickhead seeks the lost
To enlighten with blinding violence
Harrowing head of sinful penance
Blast of grave light
The knife wielder comes
Always unannounced
Watch out for the beckoning light
Watch out for the one spark in the night
Of your last breath
Undead Necromancer
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Necrosis of time and space
Antimagical wound
Powermonger of yore
It reaches out
To undo you
Deathless remains
Endless captivity
Its skull a soliloquy
Amid barren fields of doom
Undead Doll
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The mad gaze of the
Porcelain sufferer haunts you
Inhabited by prancing innocence
Then annihilated by warped cruelty
It toys its way from beyond torment
Their unholy shattering
Of all cathedral windows
Is but the beginning of the porcelain reckoning
To make a doll house of it all
Troll
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Unbridled cacophony
Of mutual terror
The blood-spattered maw
Drooling with panic
Roars with vengeful desires
Ever stronger, ever larger
Reigning over shattered scum
Pouncing until liquid mess
Becomes libation
This is but one of the ways in which
Fate abhors foolish heroes
Scum
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Poisoned sharpness
Poised for the kill
Hatred appeased by silver glints
When the blade strips the Other
Of wretched life
There is a backstabbing realization
Of the power anointed
To the expendable scum of the lands
Grotesque
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Large - 50 mm base
The disturbing gargoyle
Creeps through monochromatic time
And blends in with your perception
Muscular stoneskin cracks
The statuesque predator
Dives
In slowdeadly motion
Goblin Wolf Rider
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Large - 50 mm base
Blood-bathed fur
Screaming echoes of killing fields
Eyes surveying corpse
Tattered pleads, deaf ears
Curse-carrying fiend
Travelling arrow piercing flesh
The passerby stumbles
Released from the bondage of self
Death growls before feasting
Goblin 02
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Sickness unto skin
Madness from within
Suffering to spare
No hope left to share
Prison of accursed flesh
Warped mind
Hateful deeds
Curse upon curse
One in captivity
Makes a scum savor wealth
Until the darkness of Sarkash
Embraces the sum
Of its accursed remains
Goblin 01
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Sickness unto skin
Madness from within
Suffering to spare
No hope left to share
Prison of accursed flesh
Warped mind
Hateful deeds
Curse upon curse
One in captivity
Makes a scum savor wealth
Until the darkness of Sarkash
Embraces the sum
Of its accursed remains
Blood-drenched Skeleton
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Decomposition
As a violent echo
Hairy leathery, old skin
Necrophage flies and blood
Still clinging to the bones
Of unknown, glorious past
It rots with each step
It mocks with malicious intent
Rattling defilement of creaking joints
It bisects new scumblood
With blood-drenched glee.
Berserker
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
A critical burst of brain matter
The frenzied chant of gory victory
See the weaker foe’s languid corpse
The berserker admires its deed
Catacomb heart
Hardened skin
Buried arrows are
But celebrated decor
The berserker has a distant understanding
Of its violent designs inflicted upon the world
Zombie - Pose 01
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Warring memories
That transcend death
Hear ye the moaning of the dead
See ye the rising rancid cadavers
Will ye fear the putrid sad hand
As it claws to you?
The putrid sad mouth
As it bites into you,
Turning disease into
Undead brotherhood?
Now the warring march begins
An army of darkness we shall become
Esoteric Hermit - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wanderer of the pre-existing rituals
Awakened survivor of memoryless cataclysms
Wise, weak, and wary
You hold onto the scroll of your hermit fate
Chasing eldritch secrets
In books of boiling blood
And violent designs
Send forth a hawk into the unknown
And the unknowable smiles back
Through obsession you ascend, it says.
The chaos of the void
Welcomes you
Occult Herbmaster - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Behold the brewer!
Arcane enchanter
Of powering alchemy
And drug-induced vitality
Or vile disease
Cavernous isolation among ruins
Is a balm and a psalm
In which their witchcraft
Thickens
With the hallucinatory smoke
Of newer decoctions
Behold the dark and gold trophy
Of their pure hermetics
Embodiment of scum’s incursion
Into mindfracking
Transcendence!
The Dying Dungeon - Bare Bones Edition
A vital pustule in the sundered soil.
The architectural carcass of a dying dungeon protrudes from the bowels of a haunted road in Sarkash.
Many have felt curious about this strange new apparition.
They delved deep within the twisting grotesqueries that serve as halls and hallways.
None made it back.
Decadent rulers and wary necromancers gather brave scum to scout this decaying structure.
It whispers haunting messages of its own, a warning, or a distress call.
Some say the environment around it is changing, pulsing with new life against the colored decay of it all.
* * *
A Dying Dungeon is a Mörk Borg oneshot adventure filled with horrific phenomena.
A maddening descent into decomposing corridors and beckoning whispers.
Will you answer the call?
In the oncoming doom of the world, what do you have to lose?
You might gain some respite, at last, or glory, in that single parchment of destroyed land.
* * *
Written by Victor Manuel Solís in partnership with Flesh Of Gods.
Grave Titan
PRESUPPORTED!
Base: 75 mm
Titans are creatures about which little is known, but who are supposed to be in league with the gods, conspiring against men. The heidous Grave Titan supposedly serves a god called the Harbinger, from which not even the Guild was aware of.
Biter - Chained
PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS!
Base: 50 mm
A man can do unimaginable things when dominated by anger and hate. And these are the very feelings imbued in poor human subjects that are turned into what is called The Biter. Their rage is so uncontrollable and their behavior so chaotic that they have to be kept restrained at all times.
Planeshifter Spider
PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS!
Size: Large (50 mm base diameter)
Scale: 32 mm
The Dying Dungeon - Final Edition
IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE FINAL VERSION OF "THE DYING DUNGEON".
The zip file contains:
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Digital - Spreads (double pages)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Digital - Single Pages
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Print - Single Pages (with bleed)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Print - A5 Booklet Ready (with crop marks - A3 paper)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Bare Bones Edition
- A3-sized Map Poster
***
A vital pustule in the sundered soil.
The architectural carcass of a dying dungeon protrudes from the bowels of a haunted road in Sarkash.
Many have felt curious about this strange new apparition.
They delved deep within the twisting grotesqueries that serve as halls and hallways.
None made it back.
Decadent rulers and wary necromancers gather brave scum to scout this decaying structure.
It whispers haunting messages of its own, a warning, or a distress call.
Some say the environment around it is changing, pulsing with new life against the colored decay of it all.
* * *
A Dying Dungeon is a Mörk Borg oneshot adventure filled with horrific phenomena.
A maddening descent into decomposing corridors and beckoning whispers.
Will you answer the call?
In the oncoming doom of the world, what do you have to lose?
You might gain some respite, at last, or glory, in that single parchment of destroyed land.
* * *
Written by Victor Manuel Solís in partnership with Flesh Of Gods.
PERSONAL USE ONLY! All in! This includes: - 27 miniatures - All the unlocked content - Free 1-month trial for our Tribe (May/23) - Not valid if you purchase after ther campaign ends
10 of 10 pioneers
USD 180.00
Basilisk SHE (Lusi & Arkh)
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Basilisk HE (Gorgh & Verhu)
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
King Fathmu IX
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Hoards the gold of the people
In his secret citadel of psychosis
Where statues and monuments abound
And the lust for uniforms and arrogancy
Parade in grotesque form
As he raids and invades
And his servants engage
In the cruel banality of evil?
Obsessed with annihilation
He withers in his golden vaults
The Shadow King
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Embraced by the obscured mantle
Of multiple worlds
And passageways
beneath the rubble of prophecy
The Shadow King wanders in transgressions
Of alchemy and philosophy
And the servants and the slaves
Not even his decadent offspring
Fathom his ultimate purpose
the gothic monstrosity of his architecture
The enigmatic ruler
Forever shadowbound
Fades to black.
Anthelia, Blood Countess
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Solitary defilement
Of color and warmth
She rips the throats of life
All around her
As she flees from time
But time finds her
And drains her
From all things comfort
And true and genuine
In her spire city of black glass
Caressed by frozen winds
And fearmongering
The countess sheds a tear
The tear falls in a pool of blood
She bathes and drowns and screams in it
And comes out anew
King Sigfúm, The Kind
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Blasphemous optimist
Of the doomed city of Grift
The once enlightened shelter of
Reason and harmony
Now plague-wracked and war-torn
And yet, the defeated king
Regards the end
with calmness
and a newfound sense of community:
To march with his people
To the cliff of Terion
And fall a thousand meters
In joint equality
To meet the Endless Sea
With heretical kindness.
Josilfa Migol, The Arch Priestess
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
In the belly of the Basilisk’s Cathedral
In the rotten core of
The greatest city that ever was
She is true tribute, colluding grace,
“You…”
Pious lover of the shadow that covers all
“Can’t…”
This many-eyed lamb we offer for slaughter
“Stop…”
For you see the sins of your miscarried flock
The archpriestess raises her head
Immortal smile
Until the end.
Outcast - Wild Wickhead
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The sick, fickle light
Urine colored patina
Over the wandering road
The sick, fickle blade
Scratches a moody itch
While the wickhead rambles on
The sick, fickle bag
Over its shoulders
Tells you the tale of pain
And of getting paid
In outcast misery
Outcast - Prowler
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The banished were once renowned
Lending their bloody sharp expertise
To the upholding of measured civility
Then, the world flipped a coin
On a cosmic scale
And the banished became
The cutthroats of the enshadowed dark
Stealcutspitbrag
Lazycreepinglyingtraitors
The criminal craftsmen
The scarred seekers of bountiful exploits
Outcast: Pale One
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Fallen from the selfsame stars
That birthed anguish
The eyeless creature sees through
A bitter glass, darkly
Alienated savant
Of the melancholic rituals
Of detached alchemy
And the fearsome longing
Of obscurity
Outcast - Earthbound
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Freaks of canine blood
Scavenging the sundered lands
A lonely task
Forced upon them
By the foul betrayal of prophetic warnings
The earthbound now takes refuge in
Their dissonant howl and twisted morale
A weirdo now lending a mutated hand.
Downtrodden wanderers
Peddlers in the ashes of doomstruck service
Nechrubel, The Shadow That Covers All
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wretched Royalty - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Riches reduced to rubble
Penury, murder, empires sunk
Into bloodstained obscurity
Others scold at your lost glory
But they too shall taste the
Mocked and slandered depth
Of your sorrow
Ancestral blades,
Luminary horses,
And mocking court jesters
Set the stage
For another royal farce
As your wretchedness grows like hunger
Noble blood boiling
Among ruins
Wretched Royalty - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Riches reduced to rubble
Penury, murder, empires sunk
Into bloodstained obscurity
Others scold at your lost glory
But they too shall taste the
Mocked and slandered depth
Of your sorrow
Ancestral blades,
Luminary horses,
And mocking court jesters
Set the stage
For another royal farce
As your wretchedness grows like hunger
Noble blood boiling
Among ruins
Occult Herbmaster - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Behold the brewer!
Arcane enchanter
Of powering alchemy
And drug-induced vitality
Or vile disease
Cavernous isolation among ruins
Is a balm and a psalm
In which their witchcraft
Thickens
With the hallucinatory smoke
Of newer decoctions
Behold the dark and gold trophy
Of their pure hermetics
Embodiment of scum’s incursion
Into mindfracking
Transcendence!
Heretical Priest - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Unclean holiness
Twisted benediction
Conduit of the light
Disturbed by darkness
Unholy survivor
Of desecrated faith
You chase divinity
With your anti-prayers
Against the faithless
And the evil-doers
Tenacious blasphemy
To be a holy diver
The wrong savior, nay, redeemer
Of
The earthly scum
Heretical Priest - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Unclean holiness
Twisted benediction
Conduit of the light
Disturbed by darkness
Unholy survivor
Of desecrated faith
You chase divinity
With your anti-prayers
Against the faithless
And the evil-doers
Tenacious blasphemy
To be a holy diver
The wrong savior, nay, redeemer
Of
The earthly scum
Gutterborn Scum - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Filth-ridden birth caul
Outlaws and rats for siblings
Death itself abhorred you
Revulsion you fought with sharp objects
Scum camaraderie forged in the wild ways
Hiding amongst the refuse
Striking with coward glee
Abominable tricks
Tools of the endured trade
Oh, they’ll thank you later,
You bad birth bastard
Now leave your excretal trail
From the gutter
To the dying stars
Gutterborn Scum - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Filth-ridden birth caul
Outlaws and rats for siblings
Death itself abhorred you
Revulsion you fought with sharp objects
Scum camaraderie forged in the wild ways
Hiding amongst the refuse
Striking with coward glee
Abominable tricks
Tools of the endured trade
Oh, they’ll thank you later,
You bad birth bastard
Now leave your excretal trail
From the gutter
To the dying stars
Fanged Deserter - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
They reek of bloody battle
And spit upon the present
The bile upon vileness
Of their scumborne fate
Their fangs bite like an insult
Half-honoring past losses
They wipe the filth from their asses
With what you call wonder
Tough enough to wield the weapons
Of foolish courage and violence
Fired up
Stench of
Bloody battle
One final desertion
Fanged Deserter - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
They reek of bloody battle
And spit upon the present
The bile upon vileness
Of their scumborne fate
Their fangs bite like an insult
Half-honoring past losses
They wipe the filth from their asses
With what you call wonder
Tough enough to wield the weapons
Of foolish courage and violence
Fired up
Stench of
Bloody battle
One final desertion
Esoteric Hermit - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wanderer of the pre-existing rituals
Awakened survivor of memoryless cataclysms
Wise, weak, and wary
You hold onto the scroll of your hermit fate
Chasing eldritch secrets
In books of boiling blood
And violent designs
Send forth a hawk into the unknown
And the unknowable smiles back
Through obsession you ascend, it says.
The chaos of the void
Welcomes you
Zombie - Pose 02
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Warring memories
That transcend death
Hear ye the moaning of the dead
See ye the rising rancid cadavers
Will ye fear the putrid sad hand
As it claws to you?
The putrid sad mouth
As it bites into you,
Turning disease into
Undead brotherhood?
Now the warring march begins
An army of darkness we shall become
Wyvern
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
From the darkened celestial vaults
High above growling gloom
The winged nightmare descends
Folks fear in their frailty
They cower under sheep’s entrails
They are ungraced by
The paralyzing sting and the ravenous bite
Where the wyverns fly crops die
Behold its field of poisonous corpses
Fertilizing the land asunder
Wraith
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The ectoplasmic touch
Of sinking realizations
Mired in graceless awe and pity
A reminder from beyond
A mirage of timelessness,
Royal garments of maggots and filth
Crowned halo of death
And deadlight
Cutting its way
Through you and beyond you.
Wickhead Knife-Wielder
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The filth on its blade is but fear-imbued polish
As the wickhead seeks the lost
To enlighten with blinding violence
Harrowing head of sinful penance
Blast of grave light
The knife wielder comes
Always unannounced
Watch out for the beckoning light
Watch out for the one spark in the night
Of your last breath
Undead Necromancer
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Necrosis of time and space
Antimagical wound
Powermonger of yore
It reaches out
To undo you
Deathless remains
Endless captivity
Its skull a soliloquy
Amid barren fields of doom
Undead Doll
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The mad gaze of the
Porcelain sufferer haunts you
Inhabited by prancing innocence
Then annihilated by warped cruelty
It toys its way from beyond torment
Their unholy shattering
Of all cathedral windows
Is but the beginning of the porcelain reckoning
To make a doll house of it all
Troll
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Unbridled cacophony
Of mutual terror
The blood-spattered maw
Drooling with panic
Roars with vengeful desires
Ever stronger, ever larger
Reigning over shattered scum
Pouncing until liquid mess
Becomes libation
This is but one of the ways in which
Fate abhors foolish heroes
Scum
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Poisoned sharpness
Poised for the kill
Hatred appeased by silver glints
When the blade strips the Other
Of wretched life
There is a backstabbing realization
Of the power anointed
To the expendable scum of the lands
Grotesque
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Large - 50 mm base
The disturbing gargoyle
Creeps through monochromatic time
And blends in with your perception
Muscular stoneskin cracks
The statuesque predator
Dives
In slowdeadly motion
Goblin Wolf Rider
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Large - 50 mm base
Blood-bathed fur
Screaming echoes of killing fields
Eyes surveying corpse
Tattered pleads, deaf ears
Curse-carrying fiend
Travelling arrow piercing flesh
The passerby stumbles
Released from the bondage of self
Death growls before feasting
Goblin 02
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Sickness unto skin
Madness from within
Suffering to spare
No hope left to share
Prison of accursed flesh
Warped mind
Hateful deeds
Curse upon curse
One in captivity
Makes a scum savor wealth
Until the darkness of Sarkash
Embraces the sum
Of its accursed remains
Goblin 01
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Sickness unto skin
Madness from within
Suffering to spare
No hope left to share
Prison of accursed flesh
Warped mind
Hateful deeds
Curse upon curse
One in captivity
Makes a scum savor wealth
Until the darkness of Sarkash
Embraces the sum
Of its accursed remains
Blood-drenched Skeleton
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Decomposition
As a violent echo
Hairy leathery, old skin
Necrophage flies and blood
Still clinging to the bones
Of unknown, glorious past
It rots with each step
It mocks with malicious intent
Rattling defilement of creaking joints
It bisects new scumblood
With blood-drenched glee.
Berserker
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
A critical burst of brain matter
The frenzied chant of gory victory
See the weaker foe’s languid corpse
The berserker admires its deed
Catacomb heart
Hardened skin
Buried arrows are
But celebrated decor
The berserker has a distant understanding
Of its violent designs inflicted upon the world
Zombie - Pose 01
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Warring memories
That transcend death
Hear ye the moaning of the dead
See ye the rising rancid cadavers
Will ye fear the putrid sad hand
As it claws to you?
The putrid sad mouth
As it bites into you,
Turning disease into
Undead brotherhood?
Now the warring march begins
An army of darkness we shall become
Esoteric Hermit - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wanderer of the pre-existing rituals
Awakened survivor of memoryless cataclysms
Wise, weak, and wary
You hold onto the scroll of your hermit fate
Chasing eldritch secrets
In books of boiling blood
And violent designs
Send forth a hawk into the unknown
And the unknowable smiles back
Through obsession you ascend, it says.
The chaos of the void
Welcomes you
Occult Herbmaster - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Behold the brewer!
Arcane enchanter
Of powering alchemy
And drug-induced vitality
Or vile disease
Cavernous isolation among ruins
Is a balm and a psalm
In which their witchcraft
Thickens
With the hallucinatory smoke
Of newer decoctions
Behold the dark and gold trophy
Of their pure hermetics
Embodiment of scum’s incursion
Into mindfracking
Transcendence!
The Dying Dungeon - Bare Bones Edition
A vital pustule in the sundered soil.
The architectural carcass of a dying dungeon protrudes from the bowels of a haunted road in Sarkash.
Many have felt curious about this strange new apparition.
They delved deep within the twisting grotesqueries that serve as halls and hallways.
None made it back.
Decadent rulers and wary necromancers gather brave scum to scout this decaying structure.
It whispers haunting messages of its own, a warning, or a distress call.
Some say the environment around it is changing, pulsing with new life against the colored decay of it all.
* * *
A Dying Dungeon is a Mörk Borg oneshot adventure filled with horrific phenomena.
A maddening descent into decomposing corridors and beckoning whispers.
Will you answer the call?
In the oncoming doom of the world, what do you have to lose?
You might gain some respite, at last, or glory, in that single parchment of destroyed land.
* * *
Written by Victor Manuel Solís in partnership with Flesh Of Gods.
Biter - Chained
PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS!
Base: 50 mm
A man can do unimaginable things when dominated by anger and hate. And these are the very feelings imbued in poor human subjects that are turned into what is called The Biter. Their rage is so uncontrollable and their behavior so chaotic that they have to be kept restrained at all times.
Grave Titan
PRESUPPORTED!
Base: 75 mm
Titans are creatures about which little is known, but who are supposed to be in league with the gods, conspiring against men. The heidous Grave Titan supposedly serves a god called the Harbinger, from which not even the Guild was aware of.
Planeshifter Spider
PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS!
Size: Large (50 mm base diameter)
Scale: 32 mm
The Dying Dungeon - Final Edition
IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE FINAL VERSION OF "THE DYING DUNGEON".
The zip file contains:
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Digital - Spreads (double pages)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Digital - Single Pages
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Print - Single Pages (with bleed)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Print - A5 Booklet Ready (with crop marks - A3 paper)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Bare Bones Edition
- A3-sized Map Poster
***
A vital pustule in the sundered soil.
The architectural carcass of a dying dungeon protrudes from the bowels of a haunted road in Sarkash.
Many have felt curious about this strange new apparition.
They delved deep within the twisting grotesqueries that serve as halls and hallways.
None made it back.
Decadent rulers and wary necromancers gather brave scum to scout this decaying structure.
It whispers haunting messages of its own, a warning, or a distress call.
Some say the environment around it is changing, pulsing with new life against the colored decay of it all.
* * *
A Dying Dungeon is a Mörk Borg oneshot adventure filled with horrific phenomena.
A maddening descent into decomposing corridors and beckoning whispers.
Will you answer the call?
In the oncoming doom of the world, what do you have to lose?
You might gain some respite, at last, or glory, in that single parchment of destroyed land.
* * *
Written by Victor Manuel Solís in partnership with Flesh Of Gods.
LIMITED TO 10 BACKERS! 10% OFF FOR THE FIRST 10 PLEDGES! Everything from the Hoarders Of Horrors pledge, with the lifetime rights to sell THE MINIATURES (not the PDFs).
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Basilisk SHE (Lusi & Arkh)
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Basilisk HE (Gorgh & Verhu)
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Outcast - Prowler
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The banished were once renowned
Lending their bloody sharp expertise
To the upholding of measured civility
Then, the world flipped a coin
On a cosmic scale
And the banished became
The cutthroats of the enshadowed dark
Stealcutspitbrag
Lazycreepinglyingtraitors
The criminal craftsmen
The scarred seekers of bountiful exploits
Outcast - Earthbound
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Freaks of canine blood
Scavenging the sundered lands
A lonely task
Forced upon them
By the foul betrayal of prophetic warnings
The earthbound now takes refuge in
Their dissonant howl and twisted morale
A weirdo now lending a mutated hand.
Downtrodden wanderers
Peddlers in the ashes of doomstruck service
Josilfa Migol, The Arch Priestess
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
In the belly of the Basilisk’s Cathedral
In the rotten core of
The greatest city that ever was
She is true tribute, colluding grace,
“You…”
Pious lover of the shadow that covers all
“Can’t…”
This many-eyed lamb we offer for slaughter
“Stop…”
For you see the sins of your miscarried flock
The archpriestess raises her head
Immortal smile
Until the end.
Anthelia, Blood Countess
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Solitary defilement
Of color and warmth
She rips the throats of life
All around her
As she flees from time
But time finds her
And drains her
From all things comfort
And true and genuine
In her spire city of black glass
Caressed by frozen winds
And fearmongering
The countess sheds a tear
The tear falls in a pool of blood
She bathes and drowns and screams in it
And comes out anew
Nechrubel, The Shadow That Covers All
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
King Fathmu IX
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Hoards the gold of the people
In his secret citadel of psychosis
Where statues and monuments abound
And the lust for uniforms and arrogancy
Parade in grotesque form
As he raids and invades
And his servants engage
In the cruel banality of evil?
Obsessed with annihilation
He withers in his golden vaults
The Shadow King
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Embraced by the obscured mantle
Of multiple worlds
And passageways
beneath the rubble of prophecy
The Shadow King wanders in transgressions
Of alchemy and philosophy
And the servants and the slaves
Not even his decadent offspring
Fathom his ultimate purpose
the gothic monstrosity of his architecture
The enigmatic ruler
Forever shadowbound
Fades to black.
King Sigfúm, The Kind
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Blasphemous optimist
Of the doomed city of Grift
The once enlightened shelter of
Reason and harmony
Now plague-wracked and war-torn
And yet, the defeated king
Regards the end
with calmness
and a newfound sense of community:
To march with his people
To the cliff of Terion
And fall a thousand meters
In joint equality
To meet the Endless Sea
With heretical kindness.
Outcast - Wild Wickhead
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The sick, fickle light
Urine colored patina
Over the wandering road
The sick, fickle blade
Scratches a moody itch
While the wickhead rambles on
The sick, fickle bag
Over its shoulders
Tells you the tale of pain
And of getting paid
In outcast misery
Outcast: Pale One
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Fallen from the selfsame stars
That birthed anguish
The eyeless creature sees through
A bitter glass, darkly
Alienated savant
Of the melancholic rituals
Of detached alchemy
And the fearsome longing
Of obscurity
Wretched Royalty - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Riches reduced to rubble
Penury, murder, empires sunk
Into bloodstained obscurity
Others scold at your lost glory
But they too shall taste the
Mocked and slandered depth
Of your sorrow
Ancestral blades,
Luminary horses,
And mocking court jesters
Set the stage
For another royal farce
As your wretchedness grows like hunger
Noble blood boiling
Among ruins
Wretched Royalty - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Riches reduced to rubble
Penury, murder, empires sunk
Into bloodstained obscurity
Others scold at your lost glory
But they too shall taste the
Mocked and slandered depth
Of your sorrow
Ancestral blades,
Luminary horses,
And mocking court jesters
Set the stage
For another royal farce
As your wretchedness grows like hunger
Noble blood boiling
Among ruins
Occult Herbmaster - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Behold the brewer!
Arcane enchanter
Of powering alchemy
And drug-induced vitality
Or vile disease
Cavernous isolation among ruins
Is a balm and a psalm
In which their witchcraft
Thickens
With the hallucinatory smoke
Of newer decoctions
Behold the dark and gold trophy
Of their pure hermetics
Embodiment of scum’s incursion
Into mindfracking
Transcendence!
Heretical Priest - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Unclean holiness
Twisted benediction
Conduit of the light
Disturbed by darkness
Unholy survivor
Of desecrated faith
You chase divinity
With your anti-prayers
Against the faithless
And the evil-doers
Tenacious blasphemy
To be a holy diver
The wrong savior, nay, redeemer
Of
The earthly scum
Heretical Priest - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Unclean holiness
Twisted benediction
Conduit of the light
Disturbed by darkness
Unholy survivor
Of desecrated faith
You chase divinity
With your anti-prayers
Against the faithless
And the evil-doers
Tenacious blasphemy
To be a holy diver
The wrong savior, nay, redeemer
Of
The earthly scum
Gutterborn Scum - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Filth-ridden birth caul
Outlaws and rats for siblings
Death itself abhorred you
Revulsion you fought with sharp objects
Scum camaraderie forged in the wild ways
Hiding amongst the refuse
Striking with coward glee
Abominable tricks
Tools of the endured trade
Oh, they’ll thank you later,
You bad birth bastard
Now leave your excretal trail
From the gutter
To the dying stars
Gutterborn Scum - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Filth-ridden birth caul
Outlaws and rats for siblings
Death itself abhorred you
Revulsion you fought with sharp objects
Scum camaraderie forged in the wild ways
Hiding amongst the refuse
Striking with coward glee
Abominable tricks
Tools of the endured trade
Oh, they’ll thank you later,
You bad birth bastard
Now leave your excretal trail
From the gutter
To the dying stars
Fanged Deserter - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
They reek of bloody battle
And spit upon the present
The bile upon vileness
Of their scumborne fate
Their fangs bite like an insult
Half-honoring past losses
They wipe the filth from their asses
With what you call wonder
Tough enough to wield the weapons
Of foolish courage and violence
Fired up
Stench of
Bloody battle
One final desertion
Fanged Deserter - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
They reek of bloody battle
And spit upon the present
The bile upon vileness
Of their scumborne fate
Their fangs bite like an insult
Half-honoring past losses
They wipe the filth from their asses
With what you call wonder
Tough enough to wield the weapons
Of foolish courage and violence
Fired up
Stench of
Bloody battle
One final desertion
Esoteric Hermit - Female Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wanderer of the pre-existing rituals
Awakened survivor of memoryless cataclysms
Wise, weak, and wary
You hold onto the scroll of your hermit fate
Chasing eldritch secrets
In books of boiling blood
And violent designs
Send forth a hawk into the unknown
And the unknowable smiles back
Through obsession you ascend, it says.
The chaos of the void
Welcomes you
Zombie - Pose 02
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Warring memories
That transcend death
Hear ye the moaning of the dead
See ye the rising rancid cadavers
Will ye fear the putrid sad hand
As it claws to you?
The putrid sad mouth
As it bites into you,
Turning disease into
Undead brotherhood?
Now the warring march begins
An army of darkness we shall become
Wyvern
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
From the darkened celestial vaults
High above growling gloom
The winged nightmare descends
Folks fear in their frailty
They cower under sheep’s entrails
They are ungraced by
The paralyzing sting and the ravenous bite
Where the wyverns fly crops die
Behold its field of poisonous corpses
Fertilizing the land asunder
Wraith
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The ectoplasmic touch
Of sinking realizations
Mired in graceless awe and pity
A reminder from beyond
A mirage of timelessness,
Royal garments of maggots and filth
Crowned halo of death
And deadlight
Cutting its way
Through you and beyond you.
Wickhead Knife-Wielder
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The filth on its blade is but fear-imbued polish
As the wickhead seeks the lost
To enlighten with blinding violence
Harrowing head of sinful penance
Blast of grave light
The knife wielder comes
Always unannounced
Watch out for the beckoning light
Watch out for the one spark in the night
Of your last breath
Undead Necromancer
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Necrosis of time and space
Antimagical wound
Powermonger of yore
It reaches out
To undo you
Deathless remains
Endless captivity
Its skull a soliloquy
Amid barren fields of doom
Undead Doll
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
The mad gaze of the
Porcelain sufferer haunts you
Inhabited by prancing innocence
Then annihilated by warped cruelty
It toys its way from beyond torment
Their unholy shattering
Of all cathedral windows
Is but the beginning of the porcelain reckoning
To make a doll house of it all
Troll
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Huge - 75 mm base
Unbridled cacophony
Of mutual terror
The blood-spattered maw
Drooling with panic
Roars with vengeful desires
Ever stronger, ever larger
Reigning over shattered scum
Pouncing until liquid mess
Becomes libation
This is but one of the ways in which
Fate abhors foolish heroes
Scum
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Poisoned sharpness
Poised for the kill
Hatred appeased by silver glints
When the blade strips the Other
Of wretched life
There is a backstabbing realization
Of the power anointed
To the expendable scum of the lands
Grotesque
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Large - 50 mm base
The disturbing gargoyle
Creeps through monochromatic time
And blends in with your perception
Muscular stoneskin cracks
The statuesque predator
Dives
In slowdeadly motion
Goblin Wolf Rider
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Large - 50 mm base
Blood-bathed fur
Screaming echoes of killing fields
Eyes surveying corpse
Tattered pleads, deaf ears
Curse-carrying fiend
Travelling arrow piercing flesh
The passerby stumbles
Released from the bondage of self
Death growls before feasting
Goblin 02
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Sickness unto skin
Madness from within
Suffering to spare
No hope left to share
Prison of accursed flesh
Warped mind
Hateful deeds
Curse upon curse
One in captivity
Makes a scum savor wealth
Until the darkness of Sarkash
Embraces the sum
Of its accursed remains
The Dying Dungeon - Bare Bones Edition
A vital pustule in the sundered soil.
The architectural carcass of a dying dungeon protrudes from the bowels of a haunted road in Sarkash.
Many have felt curious about this strange new apparition.
They delved deep within the twisting grotesqueries that serve as halls and hallways.
None made it back.
Decadent rulers and wary necromancers gather brave scum to scout this decaying structure.
It whispers haunting messages of its own, a warning, or a distress call.
Some say the environment around it is changing, pulsing with new life against the colored decay of it all.
* * *
A Dying Dungeon is a Mörk Borg oneshot adventure filled with horrific phenomena.
A maddening descent into decomposing corridors and beckoning whispers.
Will you answer the call?
In the oncoming doom of the world, what do you have to lose?
You might gain some respite, at last, or glory, in that single parchment of destroyed land.
* * *
Written by Victor Manuel Solís in partnership with Flesh Of Gods.
Goblin 01
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Sickness unto skin
Madness from within
Suffering to spare
No hope left to share
Prison of accursed flesh
Warped mind
Hateful deeds
Curse upon curse
One in captivity
Makes a scum savor wealth
Until the darkness of Sarkash
Embraces the sum
Of its accursed remains
Blood-drenched Skeleton
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Decomposition
As a violent echo
Hairy leathery, old skin
Necrophage flies and blood
Still clinging to the bones
Of unknown, glorious past
It rots with each step
It mocks with malicious intent
Rattling defilement of creaking joints
It bisects new scumblood
With blood-drenched glee.
Berserker
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
A critical burst of brain matter
The frenzied chant of gory victory
See the weaker foe’s languid corpse
The berserker admires its deed
Catacomb heart
Hardened skin
Buried arrows are
But celebrated decor
The berserker has a distant understanding
Of its violent designs inflicted upon the world
Zombie - Pose 01
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Warring memories
That transcend death
Hear ye the moaning of the dead
See ye the rising rancid cadavers
Will ye fear the putrid sad hand
As it claws to you?
The putrid sad mouth
As it bites into you,
Turning disease into
Undead brotherhood?
Now the warring march begins
An army of darkness we shall become
Esoteric Hermit - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Wanderer of the pre-existing rituals
Awakened survivor of memoryless cataclysms
Wise, weak, and wary
You hold onto the scroll of your hermit fate
Chasing eldritch secrets
In books of boiling blood
And violent designs
Send forth a hawk into the unknown
And the unknowable smiles back
Through obsession you ascend, it says.
The chaos of the void
Welcomes you
Occult Herbmaster - Male Version
PRESUPPORTED BY MAX'S MAGNIFICENT MINIS
Medium - 25 mm base
Behold the brewer!
Arcane enchanter
Of powering alchemy
And drug-induced vitality
Or vile disease
Cavernous isolation among ruins
Is a balm and a psalm
In which their witchcraft
Thickens
With the hallucinatory smoke
Of newer decoctions
Behold the dark and gold trophy
Of their pure hermetics
Embodiment of scum’s incursion
Into mindfracking
Transcendence!
Planeshifter Spider
PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS!
Size: Large (50 mm base diameter)
Scale: 32 mm
Grave Titan
PRESUPPORTED!
Base: 75 mm
Titans are creatures about which little is known, but who are supposed to be in league with the gods, conspiring against men. The heidous Grave Titan supposedly serves a god called the Harbinger, from which not even the Guild was aware of.
Biter - Chained
PRESUPPORTED BY ATLAS!
Base: 50 mm
A man can do unimaginable things when dominated by anger and hate. And these are the very feelings imbued in poor human subjects that are turned into what is called The Biter. Their rage is so uncontrollable and their behavior so chaotic that they have to be kept restrained at all times.
The Dying Dungeon - Final Edition
IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE FINAL VERSION OF "THE DYING DUNGEON".
The zip file contains:
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Digital - Spreads (double pages)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Digital - Single Pages
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Print - Single Pages (with bleed)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Print - A5 Booklet Ready (with crop marks - A3 paper)
- The Dying Dungeon PDF - Bare Bones Edition
- A3-sized Map Poster
***
A vital pustule in the sundered soil.
The architectural carcass of a dying dungeon protrudes from the bowels of a haunted road in Sarkash.
Many have felt curious about this strange new apparition.
They delved deep within the twisting grotesqueries that serve as halls and hallways.
None made it back.
Decadent rulers and wary necromancers gather brave scum to scout this decaying structure.
It whispers haunting messages of its own, a warning, or a distress call.
Some say the environment around it is changing, pulsing with new life against the colored decay of it all.
* * *
A Dying Dungeon is a Mörk Borg oneshot adventure filled with horrific phenomena.
A maddening descent into decomposing corridors and beckoning whispers.
Will you answer the call?
In the oncoming doom of the world, what do you have to lose?
You might gain some respite, at last, or glory, in that single parchment of destroyed land.
* * *
Written by Victor Manuel Solís in partnership with Flesh Of Gods.
LIMITED TO 60 BACKERS! Everything from the Hoarders Of Horrors pledge, with the lifetime rights to sell THE MINIATURES (not the PDFs).
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