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Gnome Rogue

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Base not includedCompatible with 28-32mm scale games. 

This miniature is printed in high quality resin perfect for painting. Its resistance and high definition make it ideal for miniatures and role-playing games. All our figures are printed with a resolution of 0,04mm 12k printers and have been smoothly washed and cured after printing. Additionally, all supports have been removed, although they may require some additional cleaning before painting, as well as assembly and gluing of certain parts

This product contains small parts that may cause choking and is not suitable for children under fourteen years of age. 

 

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A Gnome Rogue’s Tale: The Flamboyant Shadow

Introduction

As a member of the resinarmies.com community, I often find myself immersed in tales of adventure and intrigue. Today, I want to share an extraordinary encounter that left me both bewildered and fascinated—a story about a gnome rogue named Lirael, whose flamboyant style and cunning nature made her a figure of both admiration and caution in our realm.

The Setting

It was a crisp autumn evening in the bustling town of Eldergrove, where the leaves danced like flames in the wind. The marketplace was alive with merchants hawking their wares, from shimmering potions to intricate trinkets. Amongst this vibrant chaos, I found myself at The Twisted Vine tavern, a popular gathering spot for adventurers and townsfolk alike. The air was thick with laughter, the clinking of mugs, and the tantalizing aroma of roasted meats.

As I settled into my seat near the hearth, my attention was drawn to a figure weaving through the crowd with an effortless grace that belied her small stature. It was Lirael—a gnome rogue known for her wavy, flamboyant hairstyle that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of colors. Her hair shimmered under the flickering torchlight, each wave reflecting hues of violet and emerald that seemed almost magical.

The Encounter

Lirael approached our table with a mischievous grin plastered across her face. She wore dark leather armor adorned with colorful patches—each one telling a story of her escapades. At her side hung a beautifully crafted saber, its hilt wrapped in deep crimson leather and its blade glinting menacingly as she moved.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice smooth as silk yet laced with an undeniable edge. Before we could respond, she plopped down onto an empty chair as if it were reserved just for her.

“What brings you here tonight?” I inquired, intrigued by this enigmatic character who seemed to command attention effortlessly.

“Oh, you know,” she replied nonchalantly while twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Just looking for some fun—and perhaps a little mischief.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer. “I’ve heard whispers about a hidden treasure buried beneath the old ruins outside town.”

The Legend of the Ruins

As Lirael spoke, I recalled tales passed down through generations about those ruins—once part of an ancient civilization now lost to time. They were said to be haunted by spirits guarding their secrets fiercely. Many had ventured there seeking fortune but returned empty-handed or not at all.

“Are you planning on going there alone?” I asked cautiously.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Alone? Never! A rogue knows better than to tread dangerous paths without allies.” With that statement hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge, she glanced around as if assessing potential companions among us.

“Who’s up for an adventure?” Lirael called out loudly enough for others nearby to hear. A few patrons looked intrigued; others merely rolled their eyes at what they assumed was another reckless scheme from our local troublemaker.

The Plan Unfolds

After some convincing—and perhaps due to the allure of treasure—we formed a small party consisting of Lirael, myself (a humble bard), and two burly warriors eager for glory: Thorne and Garrick. We agreed to meet at dawn outside Eldergrove’s gates armed with supplies and courage.

That night was restless; sleep eluded me as visions danced through my mind—images of treasures untold and dangers lurking within shadowy corners. Yet amidst my worries lay excitement—the thrill of embarking on an adventure alongside such an audacious rogue filled me with anticipation.

Dawn’s Light

At first light, we gathered at our designated meeting spot—a clearing just beyond Eldergrove where sunlight filtered through towering trees casting dappled shadows upon the forest floor. Lirael stood there waiting for us; her hair glimmered like jewels against the morning sun while she adjusted her gear with practiced ease.

“Ready?” she asked cheerfully before leading us deeper into the woods toward our destination—the fabled ruins rumored to hold unimaginable wealth but also perilous traps designed to thwart intruders.

As we trekked along winding paths overgrown with vines and brambles, Lirael regaled us with stories from past exploits—tales filled with daring escapes from guards or clever tricks played on unsuspecting nobles that showcased not only her skill but also her charm.

The Ruins Revealed

After hours spent navigating treacherous terrain filled with fallen branches and hidden pitfalls beneath our feet—we finally arrived at what remained of those ancient structures: crumbling stone walls entwined by nature’s embrace stood solemnly against time’s relentless march forward.

Lirael surveyed them intently before turning back towards us; determination etched across every feature on her face illuminated by sunlight filtering through gaps above creating ethereal patterns around us all like celestial blessings upon our questing souls.

“We’ll need to be cautious,” she warned seriously now—her playful demeanor replaced momentarily by focus born from experience gained through countless escapades gone awry when carelessness reigned supreme instead!

With stealthy movements characteristic only found within skilled rogues such as herself—she led us inside cautiously avoiding loose stones scattered across floors littered throughout these forgotten halls echoing whispers long since silenced by time itself…

Traps & Treasures

Inside those ruins lay remnants not only artifacts left behind but also traps designed centuries ago meant solely for protecting whatever treasures still remained hidden deep within their confines!

Lirael took point expertly disarming several snares set cleverly along pathways leading further inward until finally reaching what appeared like an altar surrounded by ornate carvings depicting scenes long forgotten…

There atop it gleamed gold coins spilling forth alongside precious gems sparkling brilliantly even amidst dim lighting cast overhead!

But before anyone could celebrate victory too soon—a low rumble echoed throughout chambers signaling danger approaching fast!

“Run!” shouted Thorne instinctively grabbing Garrick’s arm pulling him away while Lirael darted forward towards exit beckoning me along frantically urging everyone onward escaping collapsing ceilings threatening doom behind us!

The Escape

We burst forth into daylight gasping breathlessly exhilarated yet terrified having narrowly escaped ruinous fate awaiting those foolish enough not heed warnings whispered throughout ages past!

Once safely outside we collapsed onto grass laughing nervously recounting moments shared during frantic flight realizing how close we’d come losing everything—including lives—all thanks largely due bravery displayed by one small gnome rogue whose flamboyance masked true strength hidden beneath surface layers!

“I told you it would be fun!” Lirael exclaimed triumphantly brushing dirt off herself while grinning widely revealing joy radiating from within despite chaos endured moments earlier proving once again why legends are born amidst trials faced bravely together forging bonds stronger than any treasure ever could!

Conclusion

As dusk fell upon Eldergrove later that evening—I reflected upon day’s events realizing how fortunate I’d been witnessing firsthand adventures unfolding around me led boldly by none other than Lirael—the gnome rogue whose spirit shone brightly illuminating paths ahead even when darkness threatened engulfing all hope entirely!

Her tale serves reminder reminding us all sometimes greatest treasures lie not merely gold or gems—but friendships forged amidst challenges faced bravely together overcoming fears discovering strengths hidden deep within ourselves waiting patiently until called forth during moments requiring courage most desperately needed…

In sharing this story here today—I hope others might find inspiration knowing even smallest among us possess power capable changing world around them simply believing themselves worthy enough stepping forward embracing adventures life offers unafraid pursuing dreams regardless obstacles encountered along way!

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Compatible with 28-32mm scale games. Base not included.

This miniature is printed in high quality resin perfect for painting. Its resistance and high definition make it ideal for miniatures and role-playing games. All our figures are printed with a resolution of 0,04mm 12k printers and have been smoothly washed and cured after printing. Additionally, all supports have been removed, although they may require some additional cleaning before painting, as well as assembly and gluing of certain parts.

This product contains small parts that may cause choking and is not suitable for children under fourteen years of age.

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