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Aram’ra – Nature’s Rage
Aram’ra – Nature’s Rage
Vanlig pris
75,00 NOK
Vanlig pris
Salgspris
75,00 NOK
Inkl. 25% MVA
Frakt beregnes ved kassen.
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Link to the information about campaign addon: https://www.dmstash.com/product/finders-keepers/
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 Colossal who has lived among the woods of Formen for as long as she can remember. She has little memory of her parents who perished when she was young, and has evidently lived off the land most her life, making occasional contact with civilization for whatever essential supplies she required. Now with her expertise knowledge of the wilds, the local ruler has approached her, asking for aid.
Raised by a small clan of Wastewalker Colossals that had fled the frozen plains of Oladvor when she was just a babe. Aram’ra never knew the icy colds of her homeland, yet still felt the sting of winter’s chill in the frostbitten crags of Formen’s mountain forests.It was in one of these winters when Aram’ra was still young that she found herself utterly alone in the world. Her uncles and father failed to return from a hunt, and so too did her mother and aunt who searched for them. For days she remained in their camp, scrounging off berries and leftover meat from days past, holding onto a vain hope that her family might return.
Yet they never did, and she never found closure in what happened to them. Her own search proved fruitless, as if her entire tribe had simply vanished into the mountains. For days, she wandered on her own, through the woods, the brush, the snow battering her down and making any food that might sprout scarce. Yet hope came in the form of a wounded stag, its leg broken, limping and left behind by its herd. Though she felt pity for the beast, it was all that might keep her alive. Like her father had taught her, she thrust a spear through its heart, and messily butchered it. It lasted her for many days in that winter, and indeed was the saving grace she needed to see the first blossoms of spring.
For a decade, she lived like this. Migrating through various forests of Formen over the years, living off the land and having minimal interaction with the people of Formen, save for occasional visits into town to trade pelts or herbs for essentials, though it was rare and her Centrali often left those she interacted with perplexed. It was enough, however, to make her presence known to the people of Formen’s northwest, in the villages that bordered Steinved Forest. After the disappearance of the village of Nörrgus, the Jarl of Sjostärd hired trackers to find the wild Colossal, and search for the missing citizens. In return, she would be granted a sanctuary and haven in the forest to call her own, and the Jarl would forgive her numerous transgressions of poaching in his woods.
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 Colossal who has lived among the woods of Formen for as long as she can remember. She has little memory of her parents who perished when she was young, and has evidently lived off the land most her life, making occasional contact with civilization for whatever essential supplies she required. Now with her expertise knowledge of the wilds, the local ruler has approached her, asking for aid.
Raised by a small clan of Wastewalker Colossals that had fled the frozen plains of Oladvor when she was just a babe. Aram’ra never knew the icy colds of her homeland, yet still felt the sting of winter’s chill in the frostbitten crags of Formen’s mountain forests.It was in one of these winters when Aram’ra was still young that she found herself utterly alone in the world. Her uncles and father failed to return from a hunt, and so too did her mother and aunt who searched for them. For days she remained in their camp, scrounging off berries and leftover meat from days past, holding onto a vain hope that her family might return.
Yet they never did, and she never found closure in what happened to them. Her own search proved fruitless, as if her entire tribe had simply vanished into the mountains. For days, she wandered on her own, through the woods, the brush, the snow battering her down and making any food that might sprout scarce. Yet hope came in the form of a wounded stag, its leg broken, limping and left behind by its herd. Though she felt pity for the beast, it was all that might keep her alive. Like her father had taught her, she thrust a spear through its heart, and messily butchered it. It lasted her for many days in that winter, and indeed was the saving grace she needed to see the first blossoms of spring.
For a decade, she lived like this. Migrating through various forests of Formen over the years, living off the land and having minimal interaction with the people of Formen, save for occasional visits into town to trade pelts or herbs for essentials, though it was rare and her Centrali often left those she interacted with perplexed. It was enough, however, to make her presence known to the people of Formen’s northwest, in the villages that bordered Steinved Forest. After the disappearance of the village of Nörrgus, the Jarl of Sjostärd hired trackers to find the wild Colossal, and search for the missing citizens. In return, she would be granted a sanctuary and haven in the forest to call her own, and the Jarl would forgive her numerous transgressions of poaching in his woods.
