Living Armor
1000.00 creditsThis miniature is Living Armor of the Construct Creature Type. Ideal for your TTRPG. It's tagged as Medium size, with refined details and realistic proportions.
Items included:
- 32mm and 75mm Supported STLs (.lys, .stl)
- 32mm and 75mm Unsupported STLs (.lys, .stl)
- Custom 5e Statblock Card (.PDF)
It used to be a suit of plate mail. Now it walks the dungeon on its own — a construct animated by residual magic, perfect for guarding vaults, cursed armories, or the aftermath of a failed summoning ritual. It doesn't need to be commanded. It just keeps moving. Ideal for CR 7–10 encounters in dungeon-crawl arcs: a wandering guardian on a random encounter table, a set piece in a haunted keep, or the remnant defense of a wizard's laboratory gone wrong. Pairs well with iron golems and other construct-heavy encounters. Pre-supported STL in 32mm for tabletop and 75mm for display painting. Resin-ready files with FDM alternative included.
Size
Medium (scaled for 1in tabletop gaming.)
Files
Pre-supported STL file, test-printed for high-quality results. Optimized for resin and FDM printing.
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