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Ravena Voss

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$5.99Credit1330.00 credits

Miniature tagged as MEDIUM size. What you'll get: Pre-Supported files Non-Supported files 32mm Scale 75mm Scale 5e Statblock

Items included:

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

“Ravena Voss does not fear the curse. She fears what good folk become when they learn to live with it.” Ravena stands like someone used to being the last one holding the line. Her armor is practical, worn, and patched for the road, with a heavy blade resting at her side. There is no grand pose or noble smile here, only a tired fighter who knows the swamp is hiding worse things than monsters. Plot Hooks: • Ravena asks the party to help hunt a villager who made a pact and now begs for protection. • Her sword reacts when someone nearby lies about dealing with the hags. • The village trusts Ravena, but the swamp creatures never seem to strike at her first.

Size

Medium (scaled for 1in tabletop gaming.)

Files

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

Tags

FighterForestHorror
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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.