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This is a set of digital STL files for 3D Printing. No physical product.
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This includes the 'Mayhem, The Corrupted Champion' miniature. It sits on a Gargantuan (101.6mm) base. It has 3 poses, pose 1 and 3 include an alternate claw arm holding a hedron.
This miniature comes with optional presupported files for resin printing. These files come as ready to go STL files or Lychee files if you wish to edit the supports for your custom needs.
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Mayhem, The Corrupted Champion
The Old Champion returned to Middinheim from beyond The Far Realm, but he carried a darkness deep within himself. This dark force was an entity of rage, chaos, carnage and violence... absolute Mayhem.
He hid the shards of the Planar Mirror that lead to the domain of The Comet Lord. He tried to exist alongside the mortals of Middinheim, but conflict would soon find him. A group of Ardynite Runeguards attempted to apprehend the old Isgardian as an enemy of the Kingdom. These loyal knights of the King could not take on such a foe.
They tried to strike him down, but his body would not die... it didn't know how to anymore. The Old Champion could no longer rest in peace. His flesh tore as his bones broke and shifted. His new armour changes into malformed bone or into aberrant flesh with eyes and tentacles. His form tripled in size till he towered over his foes... he couldn't even put down his blade as it had replaced most of his arm. All seven eyes rapidly twitched as it scanned it's surrounding and all present threats. His writhing flesh wanted carnage- it wanted to rip and tear.
And so it did.
He woke up from what felt like a nightmare... covered in the blood of his enemies. He could feel that Mayhem hid deep within his body and soul, but at the same time it felt just beneath his skin. The Old Champion could no longer trust himself as a disciplined warrior or even as a head strong Goliath. He was a danger to all around him.
He fled to the most desolate wastes North of Isgard, to the frozen continent of Endheim. There he hoped to die in the frigid cold as a Goliath at least... but, fate would not be so kind.
