Strudd Panzermensh

Strudd Panzermensh for 32mm, The height of the figurine from bottom to top is 100 mm.

Trudd Panzermensch, the Bell-Bearing Colossus

Strudd Panzermensch loomed over the battlefield like a cursed monument, his slab of black iron—chained to his back with links as thick as a man's torso—groaning with each step. The greatsword he dragged behind him carved trenches in the earth, its edge singing a mournful tune that harmonized with the maddening chime of the bells hanging from his chains. His face was a sorrowful sun-mask, its golden rays twisted into a perpetual grimace, as if the metal itself wept for the carnage it witnessed. When the cathedral knights charged, their holy lances shattering against his slab, Strudd did not swing his blade—he simply turned, letting the bells' peal unravel their minds. They fell not from wounds, but from the visions the tolling unleashed: memories of wars they'd never fought, sins they'd never committed, all ringing inside their skulls like funeral dirges.

They said the slab was a piece of the first fortress, torn from its foundations in some forgotten age. Its weight should have crushed even a golem, yet Strudd moved with eerie purpose, the chains coiling like living things when enemies drew near. Scholars who studied his path noted he only walked westward, always toward the dying light. The few who survived encounters whispered that his bells didn't just bring madness—they showed truths. A deserting soldier, driven to gouge out his own ears, babbled that the tolling had revealed his unborn grandson's death in a war yet to come. Now Strudd marches on, his sun-mask weeping tarnished tears, an avalanche of iron and prophecy that no army can halt—only flee.