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Baz “Smiley” Armstrong – Sharkman Enforcer
Baz “Smiley” Armstrong – Sharkman Enforcer
Vanlig pris
75,00 NOK
Vanlig pris
Salgspris
75,00 NOK
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Link to the information about campaign addon: https://www.dmstash.com/product/the-cursed-voyage/
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.
Half man, half shark, but completely detestable. Baz has earned a reputation among his crew as an overtly confrontational crew member, but his “scare-you-straight” attitude is one of Baradin’s greatest tools at keeping his scallywags in-line, even if sometimes Baz crosses that line himself.
Baz wasn’t always a manshark. At some distant, nigh forgotten part of his life, he was a man. One with a button nose and wavy golden locks bleached by the sun; eye candy for the women of the port towns who swooned over the handsome sailor. Baz built a reputation among the crews he sailed with as a womanizer, the kind who probably had a child in every seaside kingdom of Tharador, but wouldn’t be able to tell you theirs, or their mother’s name. Though Baz’s guilt-free whoring across the lands did not come without recourse, for such promiscuity can quickly lead to malady, as he discovered. In the port of Torish Istrath in Sudd Tohst his crew left him, a man bound for death, covered in lesions and rashes, papules sprouting over his back like worms beneath his skin. Thinking a curse had been placed upon him by one of his scorned lovers, Baz sought help from a local witch doctor.
The woman promised to help him for all the gold he could muster, emptying years worth of salaries at her feet. In delirium he collapsed in her home, the world going dark until he awoke. Though he was cured, his leg had been amputated, lost from the ailment, so the doctor said. She told him he would survive, but that his insides may become his outsides if he continued down his same path as before. Not heeding the riddles of the old woman, he joined a new crew and continued his escapades across the sea, though the illness returned again with a vengeances. Flesh dripped from his face, and blood poured from his pores. As they were at sea, there was little the crew could do save for throw him overboard, not wishing any of the crew to befall the same fate should he be contagious.
Baz found the cold sting of the water refreshing, waking him up but being abhorred to see the ship sailing away, leaving him in the middle of the open ocean, death no doubt coming to claim him now. Yet, he did not feel the pain as before. Indeed, he felt like he had grasped a new lease on life, and was able to swim back to shore almost effortlessly after several hours. When he arrived at shore, and found a nearby village, he was driven from it as the townsfolk screamed in fear at his approach. Seeing his reflection in the water, Baz’s worst nightmare had been made a reality: his steel blue eyes had been replaced with lifeless black beads, his golden locks nowhere to be seen. Instead, the visage of a monster stared back at him, the face of a predator, of a shark.
Though he was cured, he was cursed. Though he applied for jobs on ships, most failed to hide their horror, disdain or disgust upon meeting him. That was until he met Baradin Blackbeard, a captain who saw value in Baz’s unsightly form. Keeping Baz as an enforcer and a means to “scare the lads straight” was invaluable to him, ensuring the crew never fell out of line. Baz was the closest thing to a “third in command” that the Gilded Seahorse had, though it was never alluded to officially, all the crew felt it.
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.
Half man, half shark, but completely detestable. Baz has earned a reputation among his crew as an overtly confrontational crew member, but his “scare-you-straight” attitude is one of Baradin’s greatest tools at keeping his scallywags in-line, even if sometimes Baz crosses that line himself.
Baz wasn’t always a manshark. At some distant, nigh forgotten part of his life, he was a man. One with a button nose and wavy golden locks bleached by the sun; eye candy for the women of the port towns who swooned over the handsome sailor. Baz built a reputation among the crews he sailed with as a womanizer, the kind who probably had a child in every seaside kingdom of Tharador, but wouldn’t be able to tell you theirs, or their mother’s name. Though Baz’s guilt-free whoring across the lands did not come without recourse, for such promiscuity can quickly lead to malady, as he discovered. In the port of Torish Istrath in Sudd Tohst his crew left him, a man bound for death, covered in lesions and rashes, papules sprouting over his back like worms beneath his skin. Thinking a curse had been placed upon him by one of his scorned lovers, Baz sought help from a local witch doctor.
The woman promised to help him for all the gold he could muster, emptying years worth of salaries at her feet. In delirium he collapsed in her home, the world going dark until he awoke. Though he was cured, his leg had been amputated, lost from the ailment, so the doctor said. She told him he would survive, but that his insides may become his outsides if he continued down his same path as before. Not heeding the riddles of the old woman, he joined a new crew and continued his escapades across the sea, though the illness returned again with a vengeances. Flesh dripped from his face, and blood poured from his pores. As they were at sea, there was little the crew could do save for throw him overboard, not wishing any of the crew to befall the same fate should he be contagious.
Baz found the cold sting of the water refreshing, waking him up but being abhorred to see the ship sailing away, leaving him in the middle of the open ocean, death no doubt coming to claim him now. Yet, he did not feel the pain as before. Indeed, he felt like he had grasped a new lease on life, and was able to swim back to shore almost effortlessly after several hours. When he arrived at shore, and found a nearby village, he was driven from it as the townsfolk screamed in fear at his approach. Seeing his reflection in the water, Baz’s worst nightmare had been made a reality: his steel blue eyes had been replaced with lifeless black beads, his golden locks nowhere to be seen. Instead, the visage of a monster stared back at him, the face of a predator, of a shark.
Though he was cured, he was cursed. Though he applied for jobs on ships, most failed to hide their horror, disdain or disgust upon meeting him. That was until he met Baradin Blackbeard, a captain who saw value in Baz’s unsightly form. Keeping Baz as an enforcer and a means to “scare the lads straight” was invaluable to him, ensuring the crew never fell out of line. Baz was the closest thing to a “third in command” that the Gilded Seahorse had, though it was never alluded to officially, all the crew felt it.
