The Matriarch
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)
“She does not ask for obedience. She waits until the swamp teaches it.” The Matriarch stands draped in heavy robes, feathered shoulders, and old ritual charms, her pale braids hanging like trophies beside a necklace of bones. Beside her rests a long scissors-staff, part ritual tool, part executioner’s blade, while her outstretched hand offers mercy with fingers made for taking it back. Plot Hooks: • A dying village elder names the Matriarch as mother, judge, and curse in the same breath. • She offers safe passage through the mire, but only if the party leaves one secret behind. • The swamp refuses to drown anyone marked by her shears, and the locals fear what that means.
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.