Presupported with LYS files in 75mm & 32mm Scale | Dark Fantasy Miniature
Note: This model was originally designed for 75mm scale, and while a 32mm version is included, some finer parts may be fragile when printed at this scale. Please handle with care.
Priscilla, The Forsaken Blade
Once, she was a zealot. A sister of the Bloodstained Night, a vengeful shadow in the service of the Sons of the Abyss. Wrapped in obsidian armor, sharp as the fangs of the Void itself, she led the hunt against the Starblood Guardians, striking down their sanctuaries and extinguishing their sacred flames. To her, faith was a blade, and she wielded it without hesitation.
But faith is fragile.
During the Massacre of the Hollow Spire, when the Inquisition of the Black Judges descended upon her order, Priscilla stood against them, cutting down dozens of their holy warriors. Yet it was not steel that broke her. It was doubt. When she locked blades with Grand Inquisitor Malachar, she saw in his eyes not fear, not hatred, but pity.
"You fight for an empty god," he whispered before their blades clashed.
She struck him down, but his words lingered, carving deeper wounds than his sword ever could. When the abyss called to her again, she hesitated. For the first time, she questioned. And for that, she was cast out. Branded a traitor by those she once called sisters, hunted by the very order she had devoted her life to, Priscilla fled into exile. Her armor shattered, her faith in ruins.
It was the Inquisition that found her, half-dead, kneeling in the ruins of a forgotten temple. The Black Judges should have executed her. Yet, instead, they did something worse: they gave her purpose.
Now, she hunts those she once fought beside, wielding the same blade that had once cut down the righteous. The Sisters of the Bloodstained Night whisper her name in fear. They call her The Forsaken Blade, the traitor, the cursed. But Priscilla knows the truth.
There are no saints in this war. Only monsters who believe themselves righteous.
