Maevra, Daughter of the Forest
1330.00 creditsMiniature tagged as MEDIUM size. What you'll get: Pre-Supported files Non-Supported files 32mm Scale 75mm Scale
Items included:
- 32mm and 75mm Supported STLs (.lys, .stl)
- 32mm and 75mm Unsupported STLs (.lys, .stl)
“They say the forest still speaks to Maevra. These days, it sounds more like a warning than a blessing.” Maevra moves through the swamp with the quiet confidence of someone who belongs there. Worn cloth, and old charms hang from her frame, and a gnarled staff rests easily in her hand while pale flame curls above her palm. She looks young, but her eyes carry the weight of too many bargains witnessed and too few forgiven. Plot hooks: • Maevra asks the party to help cleanse a sacred grove before the hags turn its heart into a new place of power. • Animals start gathering near the village in unnatural silence, and Maevra believes the forest is trying to warn them. • She offers to guide the party safely through the mire, but only if they swear not to harm a creature that has already killed before.
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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In the swamp, every footprint is swallowed by the mud, and every step leads toward dangers no one can foresee. Whispers can be heard from far away, drifting through the mist. Some call them prayers. Others know they are warnings.
This is a place where every bargain leaves a scar, every forgotten name still holds power, and the oldest magic was never meant to be known.
A daughter of the forest walks beneath tangled branches, carrying fading blessings and burdens alike. Pale flames dance at her fingertips as the wilds speak in voices only she can hear. Whether they seek to protect or condemn, even she no longer knows.
A cloaked wanderer walks where dark waters refuse to reveal the truth. His blade can sever curses and every soul that stands in his way risks becoming another ghost the swamp refuses to forget.
Deep within the marsh, where grief lingers longer than life itself, an ancient horror watches. Draped in bones and forgotten promises, she welcomes every traveler with a smile that speaks of bargains already made and debts still unpaid.