Collection: Miniatures

Her scars speak of battles past; her eyes of the ones still worth fighting. Redemption and wrath walk hand in hand as she defies every prejudice with every act of grace.

Firelight dances in his beard as runes blaze along his arms. His magic isn’t studied—it’s forged, hammered into existence like steel.

Swift as the wind and silent as moonlight, she moves through forest and shadow alike. Every arrow finds its mark; every step serves a purpose.

Eyes sharp as a hawk’s and footsteps softer than dew, this hunter of the wild moves unseen and strikes unerring.

Trained by centuries of hunts, this ranger knows every sound the forest makes—and the ones that don’t belong. His blades flash only when it’s already too late.

Moonlight dances in his eyes as he whispers pacts older than memory. Each spell drips with forbidden beauty, each step echoes a promise not yet kept.