All files are presupported.

These fast striking ladies burst from the waves to hit fast and hard. The Openers hit first from range, removing the guards from the enemy vessels, while the Closers blast over the remaining defenses, securing vital intelligence and eliminating any remaining hostiles.

All files are presupported.

• 2 sets of 5 leg poses
• New Torso
• 7 Heads (3 bare and 4 helmeted)
• 6 Weapon Options
• 2 Jumppack Options
• Flight Stand

The Corsairs are worshippers of the infamous Black Kraken. Their homeworld covered entirely by a vicious and rough sea, these nautical fanatics make their place below the waves. 

Not to be deterred by their wet dwelling, they have found a special secretion from the Black Kraken that, when introduced to the fuel for their Conflagrators and Magna weapons, allows the weapons to fire under the seas of their homeworld just as intensely as if they were terrestrial.

These files include 10 leg poses, and various arm/weapon poses to mix and match to add variety to your squads. They are also presupported to help you get them to your ranks quickly.

The Blightroot Shade is a proxy for your favorite wraith of the branches!

Files come presupported.

While the forest was dying, a stranger approached its most ancient spirits with a deal. In exchange for half of the grove's soul-seeds, they would teach them a ritual that would preserve the wood's essence through the aeons of death to come, so that it might grow again in another age.

At first, the ancestors refused, sensing the taint of death magic around the stranger, and assured that their own powers would allow them to weather the onslaught of death. 

Months passed. The season of Death pressed on, and the spirit's powers started to wither. Little by little, the meadows where stripped of life, leaving only blasted lands behind. When the greatest of them, a wizened birch that planted some of the first trees , rotted from the inside out overnight, the forest was on the brink of extinction.

In a last, desperate act, the remaining lord of the woods agreed to the stranger's deal. Half of the spirits willingly gave their soul to the sorcerer, who used this power to save the forest... in a way.

The grove would endure, but it would never be the same. All at once, they ley lines of the forest opened, their energies mingling with the omnipresent death magic. The spirits where pulled into the lines, their essence forever tainted by an energy anathema to their existence. Seeing the consequence of their actions, the lords of the woods broke. Their rage, anguish and sadness suffused their essence while it was torn from them into the earth, and those emotions were the last they felt for an epoch.

Now, as the ancient forest grows anew, its ancient masters are coming back, as twisted as the woods. Those Corpseroot Primordials rise from the loam, bringing to them the lesser spirits, infusing them with their dying emotions, an changing the groves around them to reflect their broken spirits. They bring a life of sorts to the land, but now, where life grows strong, death needs to be plentiful.

As for the stranger ? Some say they died, some say they still live, keeping with them the souls of the last untainted spirits of the dead forest...

All files are presupported.

When the dead god rose to power, the forest died. It sunk back in the soil, becoming ashes, houses, rot. But when the god fell... When the god fell, a spark was reignited amidst the humus. After eons, the land breathed at last, its strength no longer pulled from it by dark rituals.  

But, even if it survived, the forest had changed. It was bent, twisted by the long wait. Its energies were suffused with death. And the change was nowhere more evident then in its caretakers.  

As the grove started to grow back, ancient spirits built themselves new bodies. Where before their form reflected their more humanoid neighbors, they did not feel the need to accommodate potential cultists of the dead god.  So they took the mask of the dead forest. Of what had been done to them, and what they would soon do to others. They are the dread hollows, and they carry with them an eternity of anguish from a long forgotten wood, that wishes to never be so ever again.

The Dreadhollows are scaled to fit on 32mm bases. They are also PRESUPPORTED!!