“Riding is tiring work. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me!”
Because holidays don’t always have to be about frolicking reindeer…
“My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws pears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!”
This piece is perfect for that intense moment, whether you’re the one doing the chasing or running for your own life!
Here you have three separate pieces for different types of Mimic encounters