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Lord Baldric Viremont

This Halloween, we prepared a model to remember: introducing,

Lord Baldric Viremont of Ashenfall

The Skullbane


 "Once a noble and feared knight, Lord Baldric Viremont of Ashenfall was known for his loyalty to the crown and his unmatched prowess in battle. Yet his life ended in betrayal. Struck down by his own kin under the eerie light of a blood-red moon, he was beheaded in a ritual meant to seal his fate. But that night, something darker took hold. The blood moon twisted his soul, binding him to the earth in death as a vengeful revenant.

Now, whenever the blood moon rises, so too does Lord Baldric, reborn as "The Skullbane." His armor, once gleaming with honor, is now adorned with the skulls of those who crossed his path. Riding a skeletal horse and wielding twin cursed blades, Baldric hunts both the innocent and the wicked alike, driven by an insatiable thirst for vengeance. His long mantle, held by four cursed spirits, trails behind him like the very shadows of death. The spirits were once traitors themselves, bound to serve him in eternal torment, dragging his cloak as they cry out for release.

It is said that once Lord Baldric marks you, there is no escape. His cold, fiery eyes pierce the soul, and if you hear the faint rattle of bones or the wails of his cursed spirits... you are already his."



The Tavern Tale

The tavern is warm, but a shadowed corner feels cold. A young traveler, Eamon, leans closer to Old Garret, a drunk local whose eyes are clouded with fear and drink. Eamon speaks in a hushed tone.


Eamon (whispering):

“They say a headless knight roams these parts... The Skullbane. What’s his story?”

Old Garret flinches, gripping his mug. His voice trembles as he speaks, barely louder than a breath.


Old Garret (shaking his head):

“Quiet, lad... don’t speak his name so loud. Lord Baldric Viremont of Ashenfall... they called him once. Now, he’s death itself, ridin’ on a horse of bone.”

Garret’s eyes dart around the room as he leans in closer, his breath shaky.

“Betrayed, beheaded, under a blood-red moon. He hunts with shadows at his side, dragging the wails of the cursed behind him. They say... if you hear the rattle of his cloak, or the cries of those poor souls draggin' it... it’s already too late.”

Garret's voice drops to a raspy whisper, his eyes wide with fear.

“Pray you never see those fiery eyes, lad. If he marks ya... yer soul’s his.”

Eamon sits back, the color draining from his face, as Old Garret tips back his mug and downs the rest of his ale, staring blankly into the flickering shadows around them.



“In the silence after his passing, only the whispers of the damned remain, carried on the wind by those forever bound to his cursed mantle.”




🔥Integration into DnD Campaigns

Lord Baldric Viremont of Ashenfall is a complex model, designed to easily integrate into your DnD Campaigns. He's prepared to be a challange rating 14 character, with advanced combat skills and legendary actions, also bringing along the Cursed Wraith Minions to the battlefield (CR6).


This product contains:

Scale: 32mm

x 1 Character

x 5 Weapons

x 2 Head

x 1 Ground, size 50mm

x 2 Custom Bases, size 50 mm

x 1 DnD 5e Stats Block


Includes: Original File and Pre-Supported STLs, Plus Lychee Slicer Files.


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Enjoy the ride!


The Skullbane’s Lament


In crimson tides, the moon doth swell,

Where shadows whisper tales to tell.

A rider stirs where silence lies,

With hollow breath and sightless eyes.


Four voices sing, their sorrows bound,

A mournful choir, a wretched sound.

They weave his cloak with thread of night,

Lost souls entangled, shunning light.


Beneath his mantle, shadows writhe,

A sea of skulls that twist and writhe.

For every life that feeds his claim,

Another mark upon his name.


Beware the rustle, the rattle, the sway,

Of cloaks that drag where the lost must stay.

When crimson spills on sky’s last glow,

The Skullbane wakes, and shadows grow.






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