Titus Garrot (32mm, 75mm)
Titus Garrot was a giant of a man, towering over most warriors with a presence that commanded both fear and respect. His massive frame was encased in weathered iron armor, scarred from countless battles, and across his back, he carried a warhammer so large it seemed impossible for any normal man to wield. The hammer’s head, forged from black steel and etched with ancient runes, was a symbol of Titus’s brutal strength and unyielding will. He had earned his reputation as a force of destruction on the battlefield, crushing foes and fortresses alike with relentless fury. Wherever Titus went, the ground seemed to tremble beneath his feet, and the stories of his victories spread across the land, from the snowy north to the burning sands of the south. But despite his power, there was a heavy burden that weighed on him—a past marked by loss and betrayal that drove him forward, seeking redemption through battle.
One evening, Titus found himself in a remote mountain village, hired to defend it against marauding bandits. As the sun dipped behind the peaks, casting long shadows over the valley, Titus stood at the village’s gates, his warhammer gripped tightly in his calloused hands. The bandits came, their torches flickering in the distance, but Titus did not waver. When the enemy finally charged, he unleashed his fury, swinging the hammer in wide, devastating arcs that shattered bones and splintered shields. Each strike was thunderous, echoing through the mountains like a storm. By the end of the night, the bandits lay broken, scattered like fallen leaves, and the village was safe. Titus, covered in the dust and blood of his enemies, stood alone amidst the wreckage, his face set in grim determination. The battle was won, but the war within him raged on, and with a silent nod to the villagers, he shouldered his hammer and walked into the night, searching for the next fight that might finally bring him peace.
