Witches' Pet
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)
“They call it a pet because they do not know what else to call something that comes when she whistles.” The Witch’s Pet clings to roots and dead wood like a thing half-starved and half-made. Its long beak gapes wide enough to show too many teeth, and a ragged fan of feathers trails from its twisted back. Thin limbs, wet breath, and that empty staring eye make it hard to mistake for any natural beast. Plot Hooks: • A hag sends the creature after anyone who breaks a bargain, but it always gives its prey one night to run. • The party finds strange tracks around their camp, and by morning one small item is missing from each of them. • A trapped villager begs to be killed before the Witch’s Pet carries him back alive.
Items included in the download file
- 32mm and 75mm Supported STLs (.lys, .stl)
- 32mm and 75mm Unsupported STLs (.lys, .stl)
Size
- Medium
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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.