Lizarin – Paladin of Renmaeth

Get ready to bring Lizarin – Paladin of Renmaeth to your tabletop! This is a 3D printed miniature in premium ABS-like resin — highly detailed, durable, and built to impress whether you're gaming or painting. Available in both 32mm (tabletop-ready) and 75mm (painter's scale), each piece is printed with precision so every edge, texture, and expression comes out crisp. Just clean, prime, and play!

Miniature Details

• Race / Type: Human
• Class: Cleric, Paladin
• Material: ABS-like resin
• Available Scales: 32mm · 75mm

About Lizarin – Paladin of Renmaeth

In Mayreth’s wilds live many sects and Druidic circles that pay homage to their patron in ways far different from the Ten’gwaël of Nan Thalias. The natives of Mayreth call these wild men “Slettemenn” or Plainsmen. Their customs see complete removal of oneself from the perils of civilization, and often they live in wandering groups of hunters and gatherers that wander the vast grasslands and forests of Mayreth.

But their love for Renmaeth and her creations and unwavering, and from this love, passion is born, but that passion can quickly turn to violence. Such is the way of Lizarin, a wanderer who forsook his fellow Plainsmen in fervent service to Renmaeth, forsaking their tenets forbidding contact with civilization, to live amongst the people and teach them, pledging fealty to her in the Temple of Renmaeth in Rykdom. So he became her sword and instrument of justice, fighting against the Alimrothi that began encroaching upon the forests of Mayreth – not because they were invaders to his countrymen, but for the swathe of destruction they painted across the lands they tread.

Countless withered trees and poisoned springs lay in the wake of the Alimrothi, and Lizarin could no longer stand for it. Thus he took the fight to them, learning from a travelling Druid that the Alimrothi had besieged Renmaeth’s Pillar of Brel Vardra in their homeland. There Lizarin fought in its defense, and learnt after that the entire battle was an orchestration of Idinhelieth, the dark divine of pestilence and decay.

So Lizarin swore an oath of vengeance against the foetid god, beginning a two year long vendetta that dragged him across the continent, unveiling his machinations wherever they lingered. It has now all led to the forests of Nan Thalias, where the poisonous wounds of sixty years prior have only festered, a shroud cast over them where the local druids had falsely believed it to have healed.