Enorme pacote de estátuas de base para terrenos cénicos

Very detailed sculpts, can be printed hollow to save resin.
1x Huge statue
1x 4 sided hodded statue pillar
1x hooded statue with sword
5x basing bits

In a realm shrouded by ancient gloom,
Where shadows dance upon a tomb,
A forsaken kingdom lies in despair,
Once majestic, now crumbling, stripped bare.

Amidst the darkness, hooded statues stand,
Faces lost, stolen by a wizard's hand,
Their silence echoes a haunting lament,
Whispering secrets of a curse unspent.

Skies of melancholy cast their gloom,
Veiling the land in perpetual autumn's bloom,
Leaves of orange, the fallen tapestry,
Witnesses to a kingdom's tragic mystery.

Once mighty pillars now lay broken and torn,
Symbolic remnants of a kingdom's mourn,
For a warlock's wrath, a kingdom's bane,
Reduced to ruins, a realm in pain.

Within these walls, forgotten tales reside,
Whispers of battles fought and heroes that died,
Where darkness seeps through every crack,
A haunting presence that will never slack.

Cursed were the lands by the warlock's decree,
Twisted the souls, lost in eternal plea,
Haunted apparitions roam the forsaken halls,
Bound to suffer in these desolate walls.

Yet amidst the decay, a flicker of hope,
A sliver of light, where shadows elope,
A chosen few, seeking redemption's spark,
To mend the shattered pieces, heal the kingdom's mark.

So, tread with caution, brave souls who dare,
For the curse still lingers in the air,
In this grimdark realm of desolation's sway,
Where the remnants of a kingdom's fall, forever stay.