Minijatura Krvavog samuraja - Late Night Miniatures

€10,00 EUR

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Format Fizički ispis STL datoteka

Izrađeno po narudžbi — pripremljeno prije slanja

Optional finish Add painting Tabletop, heroic, or display finish

Choose Unpainted for the hobby project, or add a painted finish if you want it ready for the table or shelf. Painted orders enter the studio queue before dispatch.

Tabletop ReadyClean colors, shaded details, good for regular play.

Heroic TabletopSharper highlights, accents, and stronger character focus.

Display FinishPremium centerpiece work for bosses, gifts, and shelves.

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Late Night Miniatures — izradio LikCraft Studio, tiskao u Hrvatskoj Vault of Delights. Mi smo službeni distributer za sva tržišta izvan Sjeverne Amerike.

Ronin uhvaćen usred poteza, oklop izgreban i napola skinut, oštrica već u luku. Tkanina i lak jasno se ističu pod ispranim bojama (wash), što ga čini zahvalnim prvim izloškom za bojanje.

Dva načina da ga nabavite

Fizički otisak — 10 €. Izliven u visokokvalitetnoj sivoj smoli u mjerilu 32 mm, očišćen, s uklonjenim potpornjima, spreman za temeljni premaz. Izrađuje se po narudžbi i šalje iz Križevaca.
STL datoteka — 20 €. Pred-poduprti model, optimiziran za tisak u mjerilima 32 mm i 75 mm. Licencirano isključivo za vaš osobni tisak — redistribucija i komercijalna preprodaja nisu dopuštene.

Detalji

Pred-poduprt model, prilagođen za bojanje
Čisto se tiska u mjerilima 32 mm i 75 mm
Otisci od smole izrađuju se po narudžbi, stoga pričekajte nekoliko dana do otpreme
Isporučuje se neobojan, osim ako ne zatražite uslugu bojanja

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Minijatura Krvavog samuraja - Late Night Miniatures

He died the way he lived: face down on a battlefield whose name he had already forgotten, three arrows in his chest, having managed to kill the man who put them there. It was a good death. Clean. Honest. The Blood God did not ask before dragging him back.

For four centuries he was the god's blade in the mortal world, until a terrified boy on the wrong side of a line drove a sword into his gut and asked, with real pity, why he didn't just die. He pulled the blade free, handed it back, told the boy to go home, and stood alone on the field for a very long time. That night the god's shrines burned.

He didn't rage. He simply woke up the next morning, decided he was done, and started walking in the wrong direction. The first champion sent after him was ancient and enormous; it was dead before noon. The road behind him is paved with demigods and cursed warlords now. He was owed a rest a long time ago, and he means to collect it, even if collecting means killing a god.

Izradio studio naveden iznad. Tiskano u Hrvatskoj, Vault of Delights.