We’re doing a free Christmas miniature thing – the resin version is free with at-cost postage and there’s a free STL available too. No catches or obligations, just pay postage (charged at what it costs me). It just feels cooler than paying for boring Facebook adverts. Thanks for looking! ⛄
Last orders for Christmas this year is likely to be Sunday the 17th to get Royal Mail First class to a UK address – but please get in early to avoid possible disappointment.
I’ve also got a DPD next day option which is usually super fast and generally reliable, but it’s a bit pricey! Please include a phone number if you select DPD, as they require one for me to dispatch the order.
Also available as a free STL from the Cults page
Free Snowman Scene
Snow is cool.
In December 2023 you can claim one of these for free, you’ll just need to pay postage. There is no catch or any obligation to buy anything else, but you are of course welcome to browse other miniatures on this site and encouraged to tag @mepminiatures on Instagram, Facebook and X/Twitter.
Happy Christmas and thanks for all the support in 2023, there’s some cool stuff coming in 2024!
“He’ll do well on our farm,” the basso voice rumbled. The cornered man looked confused, “Oh I’m just passing through, I don’t need a job.” A female voice intruded, “He’ll do, Napoleon, he looks… qualified,” she licked her lips. “I said, I don’t need a job, I have a job, I’m a graphic artist – why would I want to work on a pig farm?” He still gripped the pen knife tightly. “Oh, I wouldn’t call it work, and anyway, Stonegrave isn’t a pig farm, no,” Napoleon smiled, flashing his black teeth, “No, but you could say this is a long pig farm.”
“This is Stonegrave. Strangers are always welcome here, we’d love to have you for dinner.”
“Do you think anyone will miss this?” Stephia plucked the cast iron signpost from the ground, “Most of these towns are gone now.”
Mutants from the North Moor
In the dead of night they come down from the North Moor. Those most visibly affected by the Wandering Plague, ostracised from the rest of population formed tribes and no tribe is more feared than The Hill People.
The travellers rested, as the wind whistled across the empty vastness of the North Moor. Each year the Moor seemed to expand further beyond the horizon, and the colours in the sky above became ever more vibrant. Then suddenly, the travellers realised that though they were isolated, they longer alone. Silently, as if they had somehow grown from the ground itself, the unstoppable Moorwalkers were already upon them.
Moorwalkers are said to be former Tunnel Guardians, who no longer serve Kuth. Without his protection they are consumed by the wandering sickness.
The thieves had penetrated the inner cloister, their hunt for the legendary airship felt almost at a close. Suddenly a monk burst through the door, the thieves rapidly drew their weapons. “Travellers?!” The monk shrieked in terror, “What are you…,” but he was turned from the thieves – he was scared, yes, but not of the thieves, “Oh my God, no! He’s here!”
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The Vampire Abbot of Whiteby
Those who dare enter the sleepy coastal town of Whiteby invariably find themselves in front of the Demon Abbot – swarmed by his bats and terrified by the threat of his cold embrace. Those who are permitted to escape with their lives are known to beg friends and enemies alike: never to journey to Whiteby, no matter the promised reward.
Eggs, especially ones in well designed boxes, are a valuable resource – they can feed a family, mark a religious holiday or be used to send a message. Whatever their purpose, they are a prize worth fighting for and maybe the perfect bait for a perfect trap.
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Egg Objective Set
Maybe you’re hungry, maybe it’s Easter, maybe someone important is visiting, or maybe you’re a chicken.
Many have foretold the apocalypse – the day when things fall apart and anarchy is loosed upon the world. When that day arrived it felt like a prophecy was being fulfilled and it was natural that some would feel that now was their time to assume a holy mantle.
In the emptiness of the dying world, maybe it was comforting to find a purpose in an ancient prophecy, even a half-remembered one. Three days after the fire in the sky, he rose from the dead, claiming he hatched from from a stone egg – ready to smite the wicked in preparation for a final imminent battle in the heavens.