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🌲 English below, Deutsch weiter unten 🌲 The same slightly asymmetric trees as my vase mode set, now with little round holes. Printed with 3 walls, the light shines mostly through the dots, like tiny lights in the snow. ✨ Trees: small 6 ×…
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I needed something to hold down my roll of 120 medium format film when I scanned them with my DSLR
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Bring new life to second-hand mini PCs with this custom 3D-printed enclosure. This project turns an HP ProDesk 600 G4 Mini (and similar models) into a sleek retro-inspired console — perfect for emulation, streaming, or even as a…
needed supports already included. print gills (lamella) with translucent filament - i used Pearl LEDring can be mounted with little filament pegs. gills plate snap into cap, stem jammed into gills center.
Remixed from the already excellent design by vl4dt3p3s, https://www.thingiverse.com/thing:3995301 My alterations: Added chamfers to vent slots to reduce required supports. Makes it for uniform looking to me :) Added M3 sized holes at the…
It is designed to be very slim, with a textured pattern on the back for grip. Plenty of clearance to the ports, buttons, etc.
This, right here, is the Mire's beating heart. It's not one big, obvious monster that'll get you. It's the whole damned place. The air is so thick you can drink it, and the silence is so loud it rings in your ears. Every one of those…
You'll eventually stumble upon these ancient sentinels, the hollowed-out remains of trees that have stood for millennia. This isn't just a dead stump; it's a Glow-Wood Stump. It's been infused with raw Juice from deep beneath the Mire,…
The Mire swallows everything, but it's a slow eater. You'll find these old temples sometimes, the last stubborn monuments of forgotten faiths. They're the only solid ground for miles, a perfect place to make camp. That's your first…
I made this with HTPLA that I annealed in the oven to make it withstand boiling water. I'll upload another version (arguably better) to work with PC. Consider coating with something to make it more food safe. Print 100% infill **The…
That's what happens when greed outweighs footwork. That Sunken Treasure ship is the wreck of the gambler's city, Al'Sarab Ciudad de Fortuna. The ground around it is soft sand, easy to sink in, and the prize is a hoard of the casino's…
The original part is very fragile and breaks easily. This is an improved version. I suggest to print it from PETG.
This is a slotcar setup plate. One has a 1 mm, the other 1.2 mm offset. 1mm is the minimum clearance but 1.2 mm is needed for the Carrera track system. It allows you to check if your slotcar is setup correctly. Take care that your printer…
I wanted my BD-1 to light up without the hassle and cost of using an actual LED matrix. To achieve this, I made this light plate and projection mount that works with standard 5mm LED's, projecting the light evenly at the back plate. I…
There are beasts you can hunt, and then there are disasters that happen to you. The Drake is the latter. You won't see it coming. You'll be walking across a shimmering field of glass, and you'll feel a faint vibration under your feet.…
Right then, you need a problem solved? Permanently? Then you’re making the right bet with Torsten, the "Gilded Butcher". He’s not a frenzied berserker; he’s a hostile takeover made flesh and gilded iron. An unstoppable juggernaut who ends…
Features: 15 Cherry MX-style keys 20-degree tilt and 3mm columnar stagger for better ergonomics A 3rd start/select button you can use to shift layers or split during speedruns Ready for use with the Pi Pico and KMK, meaning quick (and…
Here's a lesson the Mire teaches you fast: the "easy path" is always a trap. You'll be slogging through sucking mud for hours, and then you'll see this. A perfect, dry bridge. A gift, right? Wrong. It's a kill-zone. It's high ground, it…
Add a new level of customization to your PC and replace the factory-fitted RBG-lit top bars with your own design. These designs have been modeled from Corsair's 2D CAD files.
Here's the real horror, the reason you don't let Isolde get close. This isn't a beast she tamed; it's a warrior she made. This is what happens when she hits you with her Unwilling Transformation. It's some poor sod from a rival crew, his…
You want a professional? Forget the fanatics and the flashy nonsense: You want a Hoard Sworn Retainer. Their loyalty isn't to a god; it's to the contract. That gilded armour isn't for show; it's a resume of every damn job they've ever…
You don't reason with an avalanche, and you don't negotiate with The Iron Horn. He's not a general in the way a city-dweller would understand it; he's a conclusion. Every Stálkarn believes that forward is the only direction that matters,…
You learn to respect a creature that solves problems with its digestive system. The Iron Guts are the elite of the Gnasher horde, brutes whose stomachs have become living forges through sheer stubbornness and a questionable diet. They can…
Forget sand dunes. This is what's left after the magic fire fried the world. They call these Obsidian Shards the 'Land’s Teeth' for a reason. Every single one is a razor-sharp, vertical spike of volcanic glass, jutting straight out of the…
The Maulers you find elsewhere are creatures of stone and fury, but in the Mire, rock is a liability. This variant is a grim lesson in adaptation. It has fused its hide with waterlogged Ironwood and buoyant kelp-roots. It lies perfectly…
You'll see these rising out of the fog: the stilt villages of the Mire pygmies. They look flimsy, like a stiff breeze could knock 'em over. That's what they want you to think. Those stilts keep them high and dry, above the leeches and the…
After trying out many commercial cases for my HTPC I decided to design and print my own. Imho a HTPC needs an optical drive, DVB, and enough thermal capacity to cope with let's say a 5700G used for gaming with a XBox-Controller in 720p.…
You'll face a lot of leaders in this world. Most are roaring, spitting, and angry. Not Vexia. She's the one who scares me most, because she's calm. She won't look at you like an enemy; she'll look at you like a flawed sculpture, a 'crude,…
Every now and then, the swamp reminds you that you're not a hunter; you're just a bug crawling on something else's dinner plate. You'll see this: a tendril the size of a fortress wall, rising from the filth. That's no common beast. That's…
A warning, that is. That Obsidian Glyph isn't a spell, it's a contract, carved into a slab of the hardest glass by one of the Coven of the Unbound Will sorcerers. They're the self-made lot who think they can rewrite reality itself through…
You learn to watch the water in the Mire, but that won't save you from the Wyrm. It doesn't hunt in the water; it hunts under the mud. You won't see it coming. You'll just feel the very ground you're standing on move, right before the…
This one is the concept of a shield wall made manifest. He's a stoic, unmoving rock of silver-inlaid steel, built to endure any storm. His eyes hold the cold certainty of eternal duty. When he steps forward, you are not fighting one…
Alright, you mugs, listen up! You're thinking of betting against Huskarl Valdis? Look at her. Her authority isn't from some dusty god; it's forged from a million paid contracts, melted right into that magnificent armor. She doesn't fight…
The young ones are always the most eager. A Gnasher Boy is a warrior still in the process of consuming and reshaping himself, his armour a half-finished collage of things he's managed to chew on. They fight with a savage, uncomplicated…
These are the true engines of the charge, the thundering, four-legged heart of the Stálkarn's prayer of violence. A lean, muscular fusion of goat and great cat, they live for that single, glorious moment of impact, that transfer of…
“'Lyra'? Sounds soft. And 'Penitent'? Bah! Penitent for what? Still breathing? In the Mire, you're either a killer or you're meat. There's nothin' to be sorry for. This 'friend' of yours... she sounds weak. Weakness gets you killed, and…
The Mire Stalkers don't have sewers; they have the Rokakora. These colossal, armoured isopods are the village's living filtration system, clinging to the roots beneath the floating villages and purifying the water. It’s a marvel of…
If Thul is the clan's patient soul, the Ice Vintners are its brutal fist. These are the lads whose job is to harvest the ancient, thousand-year-old glacial ice for the boss's big brew. And the tool for that job? A bloody great ice-pick…
That's a sad story, that is. Some Gilded Legion artisan lost a family member and forged the Gilded Lady as a memorial, pouring his whole fortune into it. But the Wastes don't respect sorrow. The gold and the grief attracted something…
Don't mistake him for a simple wizard. A wizard asks for power; Vorlag believes power should be asking for his permission. He's not just casting spells; he's editing reality, cutting out the bits he finds dull and rewriting them to suit…
Most war leaders wear their authority like a crown. Thrakka wears his in his mouth. He leads not with clever plans, but with the simple, brutal example of his own insatiable hunger. Every piece of his jagged, gnaw-forged armour is a story…
That black speck circling high above isn't a carrion bird; it's a living guillotine. Its feathers are fused into plates of razor-sharp obsidian , a perfect creature of brutal efficiency. It circles, patient as the sun itself, waiting for…
This Gridfinity organizer is for all the pieces included in the stubby gas lens kit that is sold by HTP USA for the CK17 torch. This is the air cooled torch that is included with all the standard versions (steel, aluminum, both) of their…
The pygmies don't build kingdoms of stone. Their greatest construction is one of faith, blood, and pure, concentrated spite. When the tribes are united, they can awaken the Great Fetish. It's a walking, village-sized totem built from the…
Alright, place your bets! See that one hiding in the back, all gold and professional? That’s the Gilded Arbalist, the Legion’s asset protector. She doesn't just shoot you; she calculates your market value and decides you're a bad…
If the Iron-Horn is the spear tip, the Demolisher is the sheer, uncompromising weight behind it. Part rhinoceros, part mobile forge, this thing is a living battering ram tasked with breaking whatever the enemy thinks is unbreakable. It…
The charge is a beautiful, brutal thing, but it is not a clean one. That's where the Claw Runners come in. Lighter and faster than their brethren, these wolf-like predators have a sacred duty: to ensure that nothing escapes the glorious,…
Every warband has its weak link. For the Coven, it's the hunched, paranoid little scribe who looks like a stiff breeze could kill him. Don't make the mistake of ignoring him. While the others are throwing bolts of energy, he's the one…
A Sorcerer never fights alone. If you see one look down at a puddle of spilled ale or a fresh corpse, back away. They're not grieving; they're knitting. They'll reach into The Sink, grab the first hateful, screaming thing they can find,…
A living piece of the landscape and a prime example of why patience is a weapon. These gentle giants are a living glacier of glass and patience, whose immense, sun-fused shell makes them an immovable object. Do not mistake their slowness…
In the Mire, you learn to mistrust stillness. You'll be poling your skiff, see a gnarled old log, and think nothing of it. Then the log will open a jaw wider than your boat, and your day is over. The Jacaré doesn't hunt; it is the trap.…
Ghorok is what happens when you take the creed of consumption to its literal, terrifying end. This monster has eaten so much supernatural marrow that his own skeleton got fed up with staying inside and erupted through his flesh in a cage…
Look close at the Coven's heavy muscle. That isn't just fancy armour; it's a lesson. The Gilded Acolyte is what happens when you give your soul to a man like Vorlag. You become a living experiment, your own flesh a canvas for your…
You'll stumble onto these in the deep swamp. The pygmies' holy sites. You'll know them by the grasping roots and the smell of old blood. This is where they do their... work. Where they call up their angry stick-gods. This looks like the…
This one is not a warrior; they are the walking mind of the lost kingdom. They traded the sword for the ceremonial staff, turning their focus from steel to lore. They are a conduit for the collective wisdom of Silverwood's scholars and…
The Silt Walks are the arteries of the district a chaotic mess of planks, rope, and sprocketed walkways held together by sheer stubbornness. They’re narrow, slippery, and usually suspended over a drop that’ll break your grit before you…
This brute decided to stop fighting the heat and simply become it. To get close to one is to feel your skin tighten and your water boil in your canteen. Its hide is a semi-molten carapace of fused sand that radiates a shimmering…
This is one of the quiet places. They look like headstones, don't they? But these colossal, broken slabs of obsidian are remnants of the great jungle that used to be here, the final, sorrowful memorial to the Doku-ya Juy'ata's lost world.…
You'll see these from a distance: the great 'Beast Graveyards'. The colossal, half-eaten skeletons of Mire-Wyrms, their bones so big the pygmies use the ribcages for huts and the spines for bridges. It's a humbling sight, a reminder of…
Let me give you some advice. If you see a woman with fiery red hair on the battlefield, you don't walk, you run. That's Isolde. She's not a mage; she's a scientist, and her field of study is a cold, pragmatic revenge. She's not trying to…
You'll learn that in the Mire, death is just another way for the swamp to get creative. You'll see sights like this: the skull of some ancient beast that was unlucky enough to die here, now acting as a flowerpot for a fungus with a sick…
A Merchant's mind is a maze of 'no-win' scenarios. The 'Trojan Beast' is my favourite. They'll wheel out a massive, beautiful cage containing a slavering, rabid monster. Then they'll hand you the keys. Now you've got a problem. You can…
Your typical Sorcerer likes to make a lot of noise—fireballs, lightning, you know the drill. The Deep Sorcerer is different. Their 'Juice' isn't the flashy kind; it's the cold, patient, and crushing power from the bottom of the ocean.…
Here's a tip for you: never try to break a Frost-Still shield wall. You'll just break yourself. The Tundra Guard are the unyielding core of that crew, and they are stubborn as a frozen-shut door. They march into battle with massive casks…
A grim paradox. Most of the Host carry the sorrowful souls of their own people, but this one carries a foreign fury - the spirit of a dead Stálkarn warrior. She’s the hot rage in the cold, silent machine, a terrifying blend of disciplined…
The Shiner Eel is nature’s way of telling you to stay out of the water. They’re attracted to the glint of Shiners - the coins, not the bruises - and they’ll take your fingers off just to get at the purse on your belt. They move like oily…
The Behemoth is a tragic sight, really. It’s a collection of sea-life, wreckage, and drowned souls all fused together by the pressure of The Sink. It moves with a wet, sucking sound, leaving a trail of salt-crusted slime behind it. It…
These lads are a walking testament to the land's own rage, forged in the elemental crucibles of the Tundra or the volcanic heart of The Forge. They’ve got a deep, quiet contempt for your 'civilized' way of war. To a Jotunn-Kin, your…
A masterpiece of 'if it floats, it stays.' The Drifting Saint is a shrine-barge that’s seen better centuries. It’s a mess of Cogwork altars and Juice-stained sails, drifting aimlessly through the silt. The priests used to bless the…
It's not a beast; it's a piece of the desert's own cruel soul, a ghost of the cataclysm that birthed the wastes. Its upper body is a terrifying construct of obsidian and captured sunlight, but it has no legs, just a swirling vortex of…
That's a nasty sight, that. They say the Sunken Saint walked right into the original cataclysm, and now his giant hand is all that's left, jutting out of the fissure like a last, terrible monument. The ground glows with angry heat, but…
Drek is the rock you build your defence around. He embodies the old Dwarven spirit - that stubborn, unyielding defiance - but he’s adapted it for the modern age: the shield wall has become a wall of suppressive fire. His strength isn’t…
Listen, you want to know about Elara? Most fools see a runaway captive, but I see a woman who’s finally stopped playing by someone else's rules. She spent years as a pawn in those high-stakes "Tide Games" at the Docks, and let me tell…
Your eyes are your worst enemy in the Cham. That Oasis Mirage is the classic sucker bet. It looks like cool water and palm trees, a promise of everything you need, but it's just a shimmering lie. It's the Mirage Weaver at work, that…
The junior members of the Coven are the most dangerous, precisely because they're not very good at what they do yet. They've learned just enough of Vorlag's reality-bending tricks to be a menace, but lack the control to make it clean.…
You see a lot of leaders in this business. Most are loud - all roars and grand speeches. Xylia... she's quiet. And that's what makes her terrifying. She's the queen of a kingdom of ghosts, a people whose entire past was stolen from them…
You learn to watch the water, you learn to watch the logs, and just when you think you're safe, you learn to watch the trees. The Mire Screamer is a wendigo-sized horror of gnarled mangrove roots and swamp moss, given a hateful…
Here's the hard truth about the Mire: even the plants are bastards. You'll see these things, a tangle of vines and thorns. You'll think, 'I'll just walk around it.' Then the tangle will stand up. A Bog-Strangler isn't a complex predator.…
If Matron Vexia is the serene, unnerving artist, the Harvester is her grim apprentice - the one who's caked in the gore of her craft. Her job isn't to kill you; it's to 'prepare' you for the ritual. She's the one who goes in first, a…
Don't mistake Kor'gath for a simple pirate king. He's the high priest of a drowning god, and his church is the battlefield. That terrifying laugh isn't just for show; it's the sound of a man who genuinely believes that drowning the world…
There are many terrible ways to die in this world, but getting killed by a Bile Leper is just plain insulting. This thing is not a predator; it's a walking biohazard, a bloated sack of plagues and infections that is literally rotting as…
It is a walking, apocalyptic memory of the cataclysm that birthed the wastes. This is not a creature of flesh, but a scar given form, a colossal prison of super-heated obsidian glass. Within this shell, a furious, hateful daemon is…
If the Phalanx are the hammer, the Echo Chanters are the needle - slender, sharp, and terrifyingly precise. They are the harriers of the Conclave, specialists in shadow-flitting through your lines to find the exact frequency that makes…
A Surgeon hates waste. A dead warrior, to them, is just a collection of perfectly good spare parts. The 'Marrow-Vat' is their masterpiece of grim recycling. It's a bubbling cauldron they'll set up, and every fighter that falls nearby…
You see that? That’s not a crab, and it’s sure as hell not human. A Bilge-Hulk Mauler is what happens when a sentient part of the land decides the shipyard scrapheap is his new wardrobe. They’ve grafted rusted boiler plates to their skin…
Ah, the Fallen Skyhauler Gear. That tells a story, mate, but it ain't a happy one. That colossal gear belonged to an Alka-Hauler vessel, one of those precision, code-bound sky ships that's used to ferry the Alka-hest. It ended up here,…
A fight isn't just about sharp steel; it's about nerve. And nerve fails. I've seen the toughest brutes turn and run when a fight goes south. But a true Warlord... they're an anchor. When they plant that War Standard, they're not just…
See that hole? That ain't a sinkhole; that's the desert's dinner plate. Something colossal lived here, a beast of pure, concentrated hellfire, and that pit is its nest, lined with the char-black bones of everything it ate. You see the…
The Bilge Crab is basically a walking trash compactor with a bad attitude. They live in the slurry at the bottom of the hulls, feeding on rust, rot, and the occasional unlucky stowaway. Their shells are reinforced by the very scrap they…
Don't think of the Reavers as soldiers; they're ammunition. They fight with a joyous, suicidal abandon because they've been taught that their death is more valuable than their life. Each one that falls isn't a loss; it's an investment,…
Not everything in the Mire is a patient predator. Some things are just... angry. The pygmies call this the Harvest-Lord, and it's what happens when a tribe's compost heap - all the half-eaten sacrifices, blood-soaked leaves, and angry…
“A frog? You're kiddin' me. What's it do, 'tune' itself? Like a lute? Hah! Waste of scraps. I'd have squashed it and checked its guts for shiny bits. 'Coda'... sounds like somethin' you name a pox-sore. My Gulp, at least he finds things.…
Don't underestimate the Initiates just because they're small. They're fast, and they're the real hands of the Coven. They're not there to kill you; they're there to hold you in place. You'll be fending off a Harvester, and suddenly one of…
Every crew has a professional. In the Syndicate, it's Annelise. She's Isolde's grim-faced shadow, the 'Keeper' of her conscience. And in her hands, that conscience looks a lot like a massive, slag-punk blunderbuss she calls 'Mercy'. She’s…
These Aelves are the cold, surgical scalpels of the Guild. They don't have the brute strength of an Orc or the sheer weight of a Dwarf, but they have the eyes - the keen eyesight and steady hands needed to turn a Privateer Rifle into a…
This isn't a beast; it's a wager with chaos itself. It is pure, ravenous hunger, an all-teeth, muscle, and unpredictable energy source that is barely controllable. The idea is simple: a glorious, bounding leap will win the battle. The…
You’ll smell the incense and the wet dog before you see the Barracks. This is where the Tide Sworn huddle up to mutter their prayers to the Drowned God - it’s built from repurposed hulls and draped in seaweed that never seems to dry.…
The Cave Brute is the anchor of the Gibbering Kinship. It's a hulking beast of geological power, lured into the fold not by faith, but by a simple, transactional promise of food and shiny objects. It is the tough, durable piece that the…
Talk about a confusing belief system - behold The Saint's Echo. It’s a spectral memory given form by the chaotic energies of the fray, silent as a tomb and translucent as watered-down ale. It shifts between the image of a noble warrior…
Then there's Bastien. He's the quiet one, the heavy-built loyalist. And he's the one you really need to watch. See, Isolde had to force the tincture on her other victims. Bastien? He took it willingly. He's a man who has mastered his own…
