The Tine do not build empires.
They build trajectories.

Their warriors, the Arashot, are scarred with ritual and vow-bound from first breath to final flight. Their banners? Not cloth — bone.
Adorned with the skulls of the canonised, they rattle in the wind like war-prayers. Each one a martyr who struck true.

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heads, torso, arms n legs + extras

Juvenile Ogres are fresh-spawned brutes, too young to have forged proper war-plate. Instead, they raid wrecked galleons and sacked keeps, riveting loot into a patchwork shell that looks as wild as their battle-rage.

Juvenile Ogres fight with brutal tools from their harsh daily labor: a sharpened digging spear, a heavy smith’s hammer, and a crude metal handweapon forged from scrap. These rough implements shape their fierce, unrefined fighting style.

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Gordun was a fortress-breaker in his prime, his iron-clad fists pounding gates into splinters and reducing walls to rubble. Age has thickened his hide and dulled his wits, but the goblins saw in him not a relic, but a revolution.

With cackling glee, they strapped a crude catapult to his broad back, bolting it in place with rusted iron and whatever chains they could scavenge. Now, he lumbers forward, each thunderous step a drumbeat of war, hurling flaming barrels, screaming goblins, and whatever unfortunate soul they can cram into the sling.

Some call him a monster. Others, a marvel of goblin ingenuity. But Gordun? Gordun only knows one thing—keep marching, keep smashing, and never, ever yield.

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The DA BLASTA BARGE ain't no weedy floatin' barge—it's a rolling fortress of dakka and destruction!

Built like an old 50s cab, but bigger, meaner, and covered in riveted scrap, it’s got a slab-front grille that looks like it wants to bite. The engines? A mess of smokin’, belchin’ mek-magic—half jet, half diesel, all loud. Tracks on the back for grindin’ over gitz, big fat tires up front for crunchin’ anything too stupid to get outta the way.

And guns? More than enough. A BIG turret, twin-linked shootaz, maybe even a Mega-TURRENT if da Meks ain't too drunk.
Dis ain’t just transport. Dis is a warpath on wheels.

Second Beetlecrushaa - all starting to see swappable parts - when they're all done, I'll render a big parts map when all Robos are made!

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Designation: R7-VANT
Codename: Vanguard Assault Revenant
Role: Experimental Super-Soldier, Tactical Vanguard

R7-VANT’s combat performance is a mix of raw power and calculated intellect. As the 7th prototype in the Revenant Initiative, he has been bred to survive and adapt under the most extreme circumstances, and this is reflected in his arsenal and fighting style.

Hulking, disheveled, and ever-grinning, Snibor Jhons is a monument to unchecked indulgence. While plague ravaged the land, he turned Den No’Tenn into a raucous den of defiance, hosting wild banquets as villagers mourned and suffered.

Tales speak of him spaffing spoils up the walls, draining war chests and leaving underlings scrambling to clean the mess, his roars of revelry echoing across the hills like a mocking thunder.

"LOOK AT ME, YA GITS! I’M DA SHINIEST AN’ DA DEADLIEST!"

1/5 of the big lads

on 32mm base

In a dusty, post-apocalyptic world, an orc perched on the back of a roaring truck, gripping a massive, horned dogo. The dogo, with ivory spikes jutting from its powerful frame, spun wildly, its eyes gleaming with excitement. Sensing their enemies closing in, the dogo would clamp down on anything that moved.

With practiced skill, the orc handler knew how to use the chain and bone to turn the dogo into a makeshift wrecking ball. As the truck sped through the desolate wasteland, its tusks gleaming in the harsh sun, they could bash down any opponent in their path. The orc and his formidable companion were an unstoppable force, a whirlwind of fury and survival in a world where strength and loyalty were the ultimate weapons.

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The "Ork Krusher Kranecraft" wrecking ball is a colossal piece of Ork machinery, designed for maximum destruction. It features a massive, spiky wrecking ball with a crude yet powerful appearance. The noisy engine that powers it rumbles with each swing.

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These enigmatic beings were the guardians of nature, the embodiment of the forest's magic, and the keepers of its wisdom.

The Leafolk were born from the gentle embrace of sunlight and the essence of ancient trees. Each Leafolk possessed a distinct appearance, reflecting the diverse flora that adorned their woodland home. Some were adorned with vibrant autumnal hues, resembling leaves ablaze in fiery reds, oranges, and yellows. Others boasted delicate, pastel petals that mirrored the blossoms of spring. And a few displayed the lush greens of evergreen foliage, reflecting the endurance of the forest.

With their limbs branching out like elegant tendrils, the Leafolk moved gracefully, their footsteps echoing the rustle of leaves in the wind. Their eyes, glowing like the first rays of dawn, revealed a profound connection to the living world around them. They possessed an innate understanding of the intricate balance of nature, harmonizing with the animals, plants, and spirits that inhabited the great forests.

For centuries, the Leafolk had devoted themselves to the protection and preservation of their enchanted woodland realm. With a blend of gentle wisdom and fierce determination, they guarded the forest against those who sought to exploit its resources or disturb its delicate equilibrium. Through their ancient rituals and age-old chants, they harnessed the power of the land, mending wounded trees, healing wounded creatures, and restoring the natural order.

They remained the eternal guardians of the woods, standing as a testament to the enduring power and beauty of the natural world.

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These enigmatic beings were the guardians of nature, the embodiment of the forest's magic, and the keepers of its wisdom.

The Leafolk were born from the gentle embrace of sunlight and the essence of ancient trees. Each Leafolk possessed a distinct appearance, reflecting the diverse flora that adorned their woodland home. Some were adorned with vibrant autumnal hues, resembling leaves ablaze in fiery reds, oranges, and yellows. Others boasted delicate, pastel petals that mirrored the blossoms of spring. And a few displayed the lush greens of evergreen foliage, reflecting the endurance of the forest.

With their limbs branching out like elegant tendrils, the Leafolk moved gracefully, their footsteps echoing the rustle of leaves in the wind. Their eyes, glowing like the first rays of dawn, revealed a profound connection to the living world around them. They possessed an innate understanding of the intricate balance of nature, harmonizing with the animals, plants, and spirits that inhabited the great forests.

For centuries, the Leafolk had devoted themselves to the protection and preservation of their enchanted woodland realm. With a blend of gentle wisdom and fierce determination, they guarded the forest against those who sought to exploit its resources or disturb its delicate equilibrium. Through their ancient rituals and age-old chants, they harnessed the power of the land, mending wounded trees, healing wounded creatures, and restoring the natural order.

They remained the eternal guardians of the woods, standing as a testament to the enduring power and beauty of the natural world.

All 4 Leafolk, Willow, Birch, Ash & Oak 

The supported files are "Old Man Willow"

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These enigmatic beings were the guardians of nature, the embodiment of the forest's magic, and the keepers of its wisdom.

The Leafolk were born from the gentle embrace of sunlight and the essence of ancient trees. Each Leafolk possessed a distinct appearance, reflecting the diverse flora that adorned their woodland home. Some were adorned with vibrant autumnal hues, resembling leaves ablaze in fiery reds, oranges, and yellows. Others boasted delicate, pastel petals that mirrored the blossoms of spring. And a few displayed the lush greens of evergreen foliage, reflecting the endurance of the forest.

With their limbs branching out like elegant tendrils, the Leafolk moved gracefully, their footsteps echoing the rustle of leaves in the wind. Their eyes, glowing like the first rays of dawn, revealed a profound connection to the living world around them. They possessed an innate understanding of the intricate balance of nature, harmonizing with the animals, plants, and spirits that inhabited the great forests.

For centuries, the Leafolk had devoted themselves to the protection and preservation of their enchanted woodland realm. With a blend of gentle wisdom and fierce determination, they guarded the forest against those who sought to exploit its resources or disturb its delicate equilibrium. Through their ancient rituals and age-old chants, they harnessed the power of the land, mending wounded trees, healing wounded creatures, and restoring the natural order.

They remained the eternal guardians of the woods, standing as a testament to the enduring power and beauty of the natural world.

Part of the Buggy kit has a sub-chassis - the idea is that, this is a base and you'll be able to change the Car body

and work with Moster, Muscle, roket buggy

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Part of the Buggy kit has a sub-chassis - the idea is that, this is a base and you'll be able to change the Car body

and work with Moster, Racing, Muscle, roket buggy

35% off older models with active patreon

Patreons get 35% off older models

Deep within the depths of the ancient forest, where shadows whisper secrets and the wind carries echoes of forgotten tales, resides Old Man Willow. This venerable tree possesses a spirit as old as time itself, its gnarled branches and weathered bark telling tales of bygone eras. 🍂🌿

Another car body (truck), raised the subs and ADDED MONSTER TRUCK WHEELS

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" Now, the Monster Delivery Truck not only transported goods but also served as a fearsome weapon. Scar'a'dak's warriors loaded snarling grogs into the truck's compartments, ready to unleash them upon their foes. The enemy trembled at the sight of the monstrous truck hurtling towards them, its grog projectiles wreaking havoc. "

Just wanted to get this model out, there are more coming - please let me know how printing goes!

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These enigmatic beings were the guardians of nature, the embodiment of the forest's magic, and the keepers of its wisdom.

The Leafolk were born from the gentle embrace of sunlight and the essence of ancient trees. Each Leafolk possessed a distinct appearance, reflecting the diverse flora that adorned their woodland home. Some were adorned with vibrant autumnal hues, resembling leaves ablaze in fiery reds, oranges, and yellows. Others boasted delicate, pastel petals that mirrored the blossoms of spring. And a few displayed the lush greens of evergreen foliage, reflecting the endurance of the forest.

With their limbs branching out like elegant tendrils, the Leafolk moved gracefully, their footsteps echoing the rustle of leaves in the wind. Their eyes, glowing like the first rays of dawn, revealed a profound connection to the living world around them. They possessed an innate understanding of the intricate balance of nature, harmonizing with the animals, plants, and spirits that inhabited the great forests.

For centuries, the Leafolk had devoted themselves to the protection and preservation of their enchanted woodland realm. With a blend of gentle wisdom and fierce determination, they guarded the forest against those who sought to exploit its resources or disturb its delicate equilibrium. Through their ancient rituals and age-old chants, they harnessed the power of the land, mending wounded trees, healing wounded creatures, and restoring the natural order.

They remained the eternal guardians of the woods, standing as a testament to the enduring power and beauty of the natural world.