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Mavrotha, the Hag Dragon

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What you'll get: Pre-Supported files Non-Supported files 32mm Scale 5e Statblock

Items included:

  • 32mm and 75mm Supported STLs (.lys, .stl)
  • 32mm and 75mm Unsupported STLs (.lys, .stl)
Description

“Do not follow the trees when they bend toward you. Mavrotha teaches the forest to hunger.” Mavrotha rises from the cursed wood like a dragon remembered by roots, all torn wings, bark-scaled hide, and thorned antlers twisting around a hag’s ancient malice. Leaves and rot cling to her spine, while her long neck curls above clawed limbs and a mouth crowded with splintered teeth. • A midwife swears the creature only comes for children born after a broken pact. • Iron nails hammered into old trees keep it away, but each nail makes a villager dream in its voice. • The local hags offer to calm the abomination, if the party returns what was buried beneath its stump.

Size

Huge (scaled for 1in tabletop gaming.)

Files

Pre-supported STL file, test-printed for high-quality results. Optimized for resin and FDM printing.

Tags

DragonFeyHorror
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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.