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Hvitabjörn – Druid of the White Tundra
Hvitabjörn – Druid of the White Tundra
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Link to the information about campaign addon: https://www.dmstash.com/product/the-red-autumn-pt-ii-shadow-over-nordheim/
You will receive a PDF of the campaign when buying the addon. The PDF includes maps, NPCs and other useful information for running the campaign. The addon is optional and you can choose to buy only the miniature if you want.
A 3D printed miniature from DM Stash. It is printed from high quality resin on a high resolution 3D printer with 19x24µm accuracy and will be primed before shipping so that it is ready to paint.
Parts will not be glued on to help painting the miniature easier and to secure transport, normal superglue works fine.
Standard 32mm scale for roleplaying miniatures!
These ones are Medium-sized according to Dungeons & Dragons and Pathfinder scale, it fits on a 25mm diameter base.
If you want another scale or have any custom requests, just send us a message and we will find a solution for you.
FREE US shipping when ordering for $35 USD or more!
FREE worldwide shipping when ordering for 35EUR or more!
All models are made by DM Stash (https://www.dmstash.com/) and we have a license to sell the 3D printed objects.
All prints are made to order, cleaned and cured by hand and then primed. We do our best to remove support structures from the objects, some bumps may remain and may need to be filed or sanded.
Note that the miniatures are small and thin in some places and may be brittle.
We try our best to secure the miniatures in the packages but mailing services around the world may handle the packages with little care, if anything breaks from transport issues please contact us and we will replace them.
A druid inflicted with a curse of Arctanthropy, the curse of the Werebear. Whilst it ostracized him from his place among his druidic circle, he came in time to understand and temper his affliction. Now he wears his cursed form with pride, and uses it as a means to both ensure his hermitude, and overpower his foes. Though now he is faced with a new challenge, for in recent years, beings claiming to be the true Gods of Mayreth have manifested in the villages near where Hvitabjörn lives. Now they claim him to be an accursed spawn of darkness, and sic their hunters against him.
Hvitabjörn was once counted among the Druids of Brel Alda in the kingdom of Draksborne. His life was simple, tied to the turning of the seasons and the care of the land. Yet simplicity seldom lasts. On a moonless night during a winter hunt, he was mauled by a great white bear that had gone rabid with some unseen madness. He survived, but the wound cursed him with Arctanthropy, the affliction of the Werebear. At first he was shunned by his circle, who feared the curse would spread or corrupt their sacred rites. Hvitabjörn was driven into solitude, left to wrestle with the beast that now stirred within him. For years he raged against it, each transformation tearing at his mind and body. In time, though, he learned to temper it. He came to master his affliction, not as a disease to be purged, but as a power to be wielded. The druid who once spoke for the balance of nature now carried its most brutal face, a towering beast of fang and claw.
Hvitabjörn made the tundra his home, keeping to hermitage. He defended its frozen reaches from raiders, hunters, and any who sought to despoil them, his cursed form giving him strength beyond mortal measure. Villages told stories of the White Bear who came down from the wastes, protector to some, monster to others. He wore the names without care, for his creed was the land alone. But peace cannot last forever. In recent years, beings who claim themselves to be the true Gods of Mayreth have walked the villages near his home. They call him an accursed spawn of darkness, an affront to their divinity, and have sent hunters to kill him. Where once Hvitabjörn bore his curse with pride, he now finds himself pressed against forces far greater than any he has faced. Gods or not, he will not bow to them. If they mean to unmake him, they will have to do so with their blood on his claws.
You will receive a PDF of the campaign when buying the addon. The PDF includes maps, NPCs and other useful information for running the campaign. The addon is optional and you can choose to buy only the miniature if you want.
A 3D printed miniature from DM Stash. It is printed from high quality resin on a high resolution 3D printer with 19x24µm accuracy and will be primed before shipping so that it is ready to paint.
Parts will not be glued on to help painting the miniature easier and to secure transport, normal superglue works fine.
Standard 32mm scale for roleplaying miniatures!
These ones are Medium-sized according to Dungeons & Dragons and Pathfinder scale, it fits on a 25mm diameter base.
If you want another scale or have any custom requests, just send us a message and we will find a solution for you.
FREE US shipping when ordering for $35 USD or more!
FREE worldwide shipping when ordering for 35EUR or more!
All models are made by DM Stash (https://www.dmstash.com/) and we have a license to sell the 3D printed objects.
All prints are made to order, cleaned and cured by hand and then primed. We do our best to remove support structures from the objects, some bumps may remain and may need to be filed or sanded.
Note that the miniatures are small and thin in some places and may be brittle.
We try our best to secure the miniatures in the packages but mailing services around the world may handle the packages with little care, if anything breaks from transport issues please contact us and we will replace them.
A druid inflicted with a curse of Arctanthropy, the curse of the Werebear. Whilst it ostracized him from his place among his druidic circle, he came in time to understand and temper his affliction. Now he wears his cursed form with pride, and uses it as a means to both ensure his hermitude, and overpower his foes. Though now he is faced with a new challenge, for in recent years, beings claiming to be the true Gods of Mayreth have manifested in the villages near where Hvitabjörn lives. Now they claim him to be an accursed spawn of darkness, and sic their hunters against him.
Hvitabjörn was once counted among the Druids of Brel Alda in the kingdom of Draksborne. His life was simple, tied to the turning of the seasons and the care of the land. Yet simplicity seldom lasts. On a moonless night during a winter hunt, he was mauled by a great white bear that had gone rabid with some unseen madness. He survived, but the wound cursed him with Arctanthropy, the affliction of the Werebear. At first he was shunned by his circle, who feared the curse would spread or corrupt their sacred rites. Hvitabjörn was driven into solitude, left to wrestle with the beast that now stirred within him. For years he raged against it, each transformation tearing at his mind and body. In time, though, he learned to temper it. He came to master his affliction, not as a disease to be purged, but as a power to be wielded. The druid who once spoke for the balance of nature now carried its most brutal face, a towering beast of fang and claw.
Hvitabjörn made the tundra his home, keeping to hermitage. He defended its frozen reaches from raiders, hunters, and any who sought to despoil them, his cursed form giving him strength beyond mortal measure. Villages told stories of the White Bear who came down from the wastes, protector to some, monster to others. He wore the names without care, for his creed was the land alone. But peace cannot last forever. In recent years, beings who claim themselves to be the true Gods of Mayreth have walked the villages near his home. They call him an accursed spawn of darkness, an affront to their divinity, and have sent hunters to kill him. Where once Hvitabjörn bore his curse with pride, he now finds himself pressed against forces far greater than any he has faced. Gods or not, he will not bow to them. If they mean to unmake him, they will have to do so with their blood on his claws.
