The Expelled Hag
1330.00 creditsMiniature 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)
“Even the coven would not keep her. Whatever she asked of the dark, it asked too much in return.” The Expelled Hag moves alone through the swamp, all bone-thin limbs, tangled hair, and a crooked hat that hides more than shadow. She carries a staff topped with a rotting skull and twisted antlers, and her eyes burn like wet coals in the dark. Even by hag standards, something about her feels wrong. Plot Hooks: • A coven offers the party safe passage if they hunt down the sister they cast out and bring back her heart. • The Expelled Hag promises to ruin the coven that betrayed her, but wants the party to deliver her inside their circle first. • Villagers vanish after hearing a woman crying in the reeds, and the coven swears it is not one of theirs.
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.