Minijatura krokodilskog šamana - Late Night Miniatures

€10,00 EUR

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Format Fizički ispis STL datoteka

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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.

Močvarni govornik usred zazivanja, sa štapom u zraku i otvorenim čeljustima. Tekstura ljuski je dovoljno duboko urezana za tehniku suhog kistanja u jednom potezu.

Dva načina za preuzimanje

Fizički otisak — 10 €. Liveno u visokodetajnoj sivoj smoli u mjerilu 32 mm, očišćeno, uklonjeni potpornji, spremno za temeljni premaz. Izrađuje se po narudžbi i šalje iz Križevaca.
STL datoteka — 20 €. Unaprijed podržana skulptura, optimizirana za ispis u 32 mm i 75 mm. Licencirano isključivo za vaš osobni ispis — redistribucija i komercijalna preprodaja nisu dopuštene.

Detalji

Unaprijed podržana skulptura, pogodna za bojenje
Čisto se ispisuje u 32 mm i 75 mm
Otisci od smole izrađuju se po narudžbi, stoga pričekajte nekoliko dana do otpreme
Isporučuje se neobojeno, osim ako ne zatražite uslugu bojenja

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Priča

Minijatura krokodilskog šamana - Late Night Miniatures

For millennia the primordial marshes absorbed everything the world threw at them. Floods came and receded, species rose and collapsed, and the wetlands bent without grievance and continued. Then came canals, poisons seeping into the roots, ancient water rerouted into concrete veins that fed only machines and profit.

Pushed to the brink, the wounded earth stopped adapting and chose vengeance instead. The marsh gathered its grief into something ancient and enormous, something with teeth. He was born out of the choked and bloody muck, not a gentle steward of reeds and water but a warlord of rot and root. Where the wetlands once whispered, now they roar.

The borders push outward in every direction, swallowing industrial cities block by block, collapsing their foundations into soft black mud. Villages without walls or warning are consumed without record, their names surviving only in the mouths of refugees. The marsh remembers every inch of what was taken, and nothing in it says stop.

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