Khessida, Mistress Of Flesh 2.0

Khessida, Mistress of Flesh 2.0
Khessida, Mistress of Flesh, was born from the flesh of Raidmaster Ascaris Vird’khar through perverse experimentation, sorcerous surgery, and bloody vanity, becoming a brilliant but broken artisan of living flesh. Betrayal, war, and torture stripped away what remained of her humanity, leaving her to find comfort among corpses, slaves, cadavers, and creatures remade by her own hands. Now, within the Null-Zone, she obeys her father’s command to steal Mastermind’s secrets only in name, bringing no living allies with her — only dead things and puppets that can never betray her again.

Files Included
The miniature contains 21parts and 6 options, and has 2 assembly variants.
Scaled for 28 mm tabletop.
Base not included.
Ready to print.
All parts have been prepared and tested for 3D printing.

Description
Khessida, Mistress of Flesh was born not of a mother, but from the flesh of her father — Raidmaster Ascaris Vird’khar — in an act of perverse experimentation, sorcerous surgery, and bloody vanity. She could have become anything: a ruler of shadow courts, a beautiful assassin, an advisor at the raidmaster’s throne, or a living symbol of his power. Khessida was beautiful, intelligent, and so enchantingly alluring that prisoners reached for her hands willingly, never realizing they were walking toward the operating table. But the child of one of the cruelest lords of the Voidborn Ancients could not keep her mind untouched. Endless betrayals, wars, intrigues, and tortures burned away everything human within her, leaving only a cold fascination with flesh — its weakness, its beauty, and how easily it could be rewritten. Among corpses, zombies, pleasure-slaves, and creatures assembled from stolen bodies, Khessida found her true home and became a master of flesh: a sculptor of living organisms, a brilliant surgeon, and a creator of obedient life. For a long time, a sworn brother stood beside her, the only one she almost trusted; he urged her to turn her gift toward the creation of the perfect soldier, a flawless instrument for future wars. When Khessida learned that he was her father’s spy, sent to exploit her talent and steer her will, she did not kill him completely. She still carries his skull as a memory of love and betrayal, while his nervous system remains connected to life-sustaining machines, suffering every second in death the same agony Khessida once endured. Now she is glad to be far from her father’s court and formally obeys his command — to steal the secrets of Mastermind’s laboratory and master the magic of time. But the Mistress of Flesh brought no living allies into the Null-Zone. Only slaves, dead things, cadavers, and puppets of her will. This time, no one will betray her — because no one beside her is allowed to be truly alive anymore.