Torescargot | Rescale Miniatures | Sirens Song | Collection

- Shipping-
Free Shipping is offered on all orders over 35 dollars. I pack everything with some cushion and some crinkle cut paper to keep things from breaking. Easily recyclable!

-Printing-
These miniatures are printed using Elegoo gray 4k resin at a vertical resolution of .05mm. This makes for a HIgh Level of Detail and a Great painting experience. Also doesn’t shrink as much, requiring less filling and in many cases a perfect fit. I try my best to clean all the supports from models with minimal pits. If a print doesn't meet my standard I will try printing it again.

-Priming-
I do not prime Prints yet. Though I do wish to Offer this in the future.

-Assembly-

I recommend super glue to put the miniatures together and GreenStuff or plastic putty to fill gaps.

-About this Model-

perfect for D&D, Pathfinder and any other RPG. The miniature is shipped unpainted and requires some assembly.


-Story-

"Storms swell over the Inniro Archipelago. 120 miles southwest of the Umbral Coast, deep into the Ouryan Sea a sizable fishing vessel, The Muscle, is trapped by these sudden onset winds and storms. The waves batter their sides, their nets tangle into a mess, one man falls overboard, and is lost to the black waters that swarm the ship. Captain Voltair rallies his men, calls out to them to not fear the depths. A small swell such as this could not sink this vessel. The men attempt to pull their nets up, bring down the sails to prevent ripping, all seemingly in vain as the typhoon beats down on them like a fist from the gods. As the men are looking over the side for their lost comrade, they all speak of horrors circling below. Masses of tentacles, longer than the entire ship, crabs reaching up with claws from the murky depths, one is even almost compelled to jump ship to embrace a siren’s song before being restrained by his comrades. The men are tired, their faces sting from the rain being shot down onto them. One man runs to the captain and yells something into his ear, the words being lost to the rest of the men from the gale force winds deafening them.
The captain takes a deep breath and announces, “Rocks off the bow! Prepare to swim!”
As the boat lurches forwards, splinters fly through the air, and Captain Voltair and his three dozen men leap into the cold depths of the Ouryan."

-About the sculptors-

JoJoe’s Bizarre Crafts is officially licensed to sell physical prints from Lord of the Print.
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