The STL Trenches

Long ago, the Sages were mortal men — scholars of exceptional wisdom and faith, loyal seekers of the Creator’s truths. To the Lords of Avarice in Hell, their corruption was irresistible. Through excess and deceit, their souls were poisoned, their hunger for knowledge fed with forbidden secrets beyond mortal reach.

They were taught the mysteries of the stars and the hidden paths between them; alchemy and the transmutation of flesh; tablets of lost knowledge and forbidden geometries. Every secret of Goetia was offered to fuel their obsession, binding them irrevocably to Hell — both metaphorically and in the flesh. Their bodies were twisted by sorcery, organs fused to metal and blasphemous sigils, their souls sealed within goetic armor designed to contain their immense power in the mortal world and grant them a crude mockery of immortality.

Within their armored torsos lie the echoes of what they once were — a tormented core upon which their magic feeds, capable of tearing reality apart and reshaping it at the whim of their depraved minds.

Among the Legions of the Heresiarch, a blasphemous legend persists: that the first of the Sages were once three holy seekers, distorted reflections of the Wise Men of old. But where the Magi followed a star to kneel before Christ, these scholars turned instead toward a fallen star — a burning sign in the firmament that marked the cradle of the Heresiarch’s birth. There, they sought not salvation, but illumination without submission. The Lord of Greed rewarded their choice, and damned them for it in equal measure.

In the present age, the Sages walk the trenches wherever their impious master believes secrets or riches may be claimed. They are insatiable agents of his will. Their transformed bodies possess the strength to tear apart any soldier foolish enough to stand in their path, and their mastery of dark Goetia is sufficient to alter the course of entire battles.

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A post-apocalyptic member of the Wasteland Wizards who has discovered the magic power of a large mace and a hefty beard. Based subtly on a famous Australian post-apocalyptic universe, but with a more magical bent and WW1/WW2 style clothes and equipment. Sculpted for use in any game where wizards roam freely. And even where they don't.  This is a 32mm scale, one-piece mini, with a supported version included. Supports have all been tested but can't be guaranteed to work with every printer, resin, and layer height combo.

A wizard with a sniper rifle, a pipe, and a statement headpiece. Based subtly on a famous Australian post-apocalyptic universe, but with a more magical bent and WW1/WW2 style clothes and equipment. Sculpted for use in any game where wizards roam freely. And even where they don't.  This is a 32mm scale, one-piece mini, with a supported version included. Supports have all been tested but can't be guaranteed to work with every printer, resin, and layer height combo.

A wizard with a subtle amount of paunch, a hefty bit of muscle, and an orb so powerful it has to be pondered in a spare hand. Leaving him free to flip everyone off. Pretty powerful stuff, right? Based subtly on a famous Australian post-apocalyptic universe, but with a more magical bent and WW1/WW2 style clothes and equipment. Sculpted for use in any game where wizards roam freely. And even where they don't.  This is a 32mm scale, one-piece mini, with a supported version included. Supports have all been tested but can't be guaranteed to work with every printer, resin, and layer height combo.

Long before the Heresiarch’s ascension among the Legions of the Heretics, the Siege Cabal already existed, and was ancient.

No one truly knows how these two powers came together, nor the exact terms of the pact sealed between them. But two things are certain: the Witches of the Siege Cabal march alongside the Heresiarch’s Legions, raining fire and iron upon their enemies; and in return, every time the Heresiarch takes prisoners, one sixth of the captured women are delivered to the Cabal for their rituals. Always one exact sixth.

The numbers are never rounded. If that fraction amounts to “a dozen and a half” or “two fifths of a person,” the Taxing Matrons and the Heresiarch’s Veiled Priests take their measures, weigh, and make the necessary cut. After all, as one might expect, precision in calculation is vital within a sisterhood devoted to the arts of ballistics, goetic geometry, and the dark sciences of siegecraft and bombardment.

Everyone knows that the prisoners are tortured, twisted, and remade. Their minds are erased, and many claim their very souls are torn from their bodies. The witches thus created no longer speak; they need no eyes to see, nor mouths to communicate. When they fight, they do so with the cold precision of automatons, bodies of flesh and steel wrapped in clothes and armor, like perverse and lethal dolls. The rest of the time, they simply stand motionless, waiting until the Cabal, or the priests who command them, assign their next mission.

The only question that remains is what truly dwells within their bodies, and under whose power they move and respond.
Some believe the True Cabal are ancient beings, dwelling in secret temples, cursed by God never to walk the earth or see the sun—fighting their wars and exacting vengeance through these puppet vessels.
Others, more pessimistic still, claim that the witches are nothing but hollow shells of a soulless intelligence—born from impossible equations, intangible code woven from infernal spells and corrupted algorithms. As if the insidious demons that rule the forges of Hell had simply experimented to create something that replicates, destroys, and endures at all costs—existing only to offend the Creator, endlessly, without purpose or end