11 minis
Eleven PC-ready heroes covering nearly every class at the table — wizard, cleric, druid, bard, monk, rogue, fighter and ranger. Every hero miniature STL is watertight, printed-tested at 32mm and detailed enough to scale up as a character portrait piece.
A classic bearded archmage in flowing purple robes and a wide-brimmed hat — crystal-topped staff glowing, open spellbook trailing runes, amethyst clusters at his feet. Old enough to have named the spells you're using.
A bard mid-song in a flowing violet-and-blue cloak, lute in hand, ribbons of magical music notes swirling around him, rapier at his hip, tavern floor strewn with books and a tankard. The story writes itself — he just charges for it.
A young martial artist mid-form — white robes with bronze pauldron and bracers, prayer beads across his chest, headband flowing, fists raised. Discipline given a body.
A sleek chameleon humanoid in a black leather jacket, hands in pockets, teal scales and a long curled tail — the informant who was standing there the whole time and you never noticed.
A hooded young cleric in white-and-gold robes, golden cross-topped staff in one hand and a conjured holy flame floating over the other palm. The light that walks into the dark on purpose.
A young elven druid in layered leaf-trimmed green robes, carrying a living branch staff crowned with a glowing green crystal, mossy forest floor underfoot. The forest's opinion, given legs.
A young desert warrior braced in a wide stance with an ornate two-handed spear — layered sand-colored robes, turquoise scarves and tassels, wrapped boots on dune sand. The storm the desert sends when it runs out of patience.
An anime-style elven archer on a rocky forest base — ornate feather-and-leaf carved bow, emerald-and-gold embroidered cloak, hair swept by the wind. Grace with a hundred-meter kill radius.
A hooded ranger drawing a longbow atop a mossy outcrop — weathered green cloak with a leaf mantle, layered leather armor, birch-bark quiver. The forest noticed you an hour ago.
A bald battle monk in a low stance, both fists wreathed in swirling golden ki — open saffron robe covered in calligraphy, prayer beads, temple-stone base with a small shrine. The punch arrives before the argument.
A spiky-haired assassin mid-stride in dark leathers, violet scarf and cape flowing, curved dagger drawn low. You'll hear the wind, then the scarf, then nothing.
