Red Witch

Red Witch 
The new Red Witch, fearful and deadly immortal leader of Voidstalkers.

Files Included
The set includes 9 parts and 3 assembly options for the miniature. Scaled for 28 mm tabletop.
Base not included.
Ready to print.
All parts have been prepared and tested for 3D printing.

Description
For the Starborn Ancients, she is not merely a warrior and not merely a matriarch, but a semi-divine entity, a living embodiment of the ancient war god’s fury. Wherever blood is spilled, wherever blades cut through the air, and wherever the final scream of the dying merges with the battle-howl of the sisters, she may appear: a crimson shadow bringing death to those who dared to set foot upon sacred ground.

For centuries, Red Witch held back invasions of the jungles of Axalon alone, while the few sisters defended the temple, protected the relics, and fulfilled their ancient vows. To her enemies, she was only a myth, a terrifying tale whispered around the campfires of night patrols: a witch without age, without fear, and without mercy, emerging from leaves and mist moments before an entire squad vanished without a trace. Some said she was the spirit of a fallen matriarch. Others claimed the fury of the war god itself had taken flesh. The truth was worse: she truly existed.

Red Witch is immortal not because she cannot die, but because every battle brings her back. Her presence is scattered through the blood, rage, and memory of the temple. When the sisters scream in battle, she hears them. When an enemy touches sacred stone, she feels it. When the relic of the war god calls for another slaughter, her eyes open somewhere deep within the jungle. She is omnipresent wherever sacred bloodshed begins, and each of her strikes feels not like the movement of a body, but like a sentence pronounced by war itself.

But during the invasion of the ork commandos, everything changed. While the Voidstalkers Squad joined the battle among the ruins and then vanished without a trace into a fracture, carried away by a distortion linked to Mastermind’s laboratory, Red Witch remained alone. Now she is no longer a legend, no longer a night terror, no longer a whisper among enemies. She is the last guardian of the temple of Axalon, standing between the shrine and those who came to seize the weapon of the war god. Her people have vanished, her sisters do not answer her call, but the vow still lives. As long as the crimson blade sings in her hands, no outsider will leave the temple without blood.