Limited Editions

Fantastic Art Studios
First Collection

Twenty-seven fine art miniatures shaped from the archetypes of tabletop RPG, conceived by master sculptors Cícero D'Ávila and Alex Oliver. Cast in PRIMACAST™ and polished by hand. Each piece is prep-free, easy to assemble, and ready for display or painting.

On August 30–31, registered collectors receive private access to purchase the first numbered pieces from our limited editions, before the public release.

Masterpiece Line

Fallen Angel

Cícero D'Ávila · 90mm scale · Edition of 500

“The fallen angel speaks of duality. Half celestial, half corrupted. This idea was born in the Renaissance, and it remains alive today.”Cícero D'Ávila

He hovers above the ground, divided down the center of his body.

The skin shifts from a preserved surface to one marked by decay.
Two wings split into contrasting forms.
The scythe stands as an instrument of rupture, the death of what he was.
A spiked halo binds him to what he has become.
At his feet, the broken head of a saint's statue brings the collapse of the sacred into the scene.

His gaze fixes on a distant point, and his open arms extend in a gesture searching for an answer. The Fallen Angel is more than a symbol of the fall. He is a conflict that cannot be resolved. Light and shadow live in constant tension within him.

6.60 × 4.01 in · 167.7 × 102 mm

Ancient Black Dragon

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 500

“Each scale was shaped individually, so under any light, the dragon feels alive.”Alex Oliver

Alex Oliver works with organic variation. No scale repeats. Each one shifts slightly from the next. The dragon is held in a controlled descent, closing in on its prey.

The wings, stretched like torn veils, carry the marks of time and environment.
The forward-swept horns lock the head on its target.
The face, worn by its own acid, bears the trace of the corruption it spreads.
A continuous line of spines runs through the body, keeping the silhouette dangerous from every angle.
The tail curls around the rock, closing off the escape.

Among dragons, the black is the cruelest. The water fouls, the land sickens, and its victims weaken long before they ever see it. By the time it descends, the outcome is already decided. The kill matters less to it than the fear that comes before.

7.94 × 5.51 in · 201.89 × 140 mm

Ancient Black Dragon miniature, detail view one

Ancient Black Dragon miniature, detail view two

Ancient Black Dragon miniature, scale reference

Collector Line

Pit Fiend

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 900

“I wanted to give form to evil in its purest essence, something organized and calculating.”Alex Oliver

The Pit Fiend carries the structure of Hell in his own frame. He stands upright and unhurried, dominating the ground around him.

Wings raised high, enclosing him like the back of a throne.
Scales shaped one by one across the chest, resembling hardened magma.
A flame held above the open claws.
A great mace with a demonic face carved into its head.
Chains across the torso, holding an inverted pentagram with an eye at its center.

Legions move at his command. In one hand, the iron that destroys. In the other, the fire of corruption. Whoever comes before him has already been judged. Where he stands, Hell falls into order.

4.71 × 2.63 in · 119.63 × 67 mm

Orc King

Alex Oliver · 90mm scale · Edition of 900

“He has no one above him.”Alex Oliver

The Orc King stands over what he has put down.

The great sword driven point-down, planted like a standard.
One foot raised onto the severed head of a giant.
Rough reinforced plate, the shoulders horned.
A spiked iron crown across the forehead.
The brow furrowed, the jaw clenched, the eyes hard on the distance.

In myth, orcs answer to a dark master and march for a will that is not their own. This one answers to no one. No hand crowned him. The giant under his foot was larger than he is, and fell anyway.

4.62 × 2.91 in · 117.55 × 74 mm

Human Mage

Alex Oliver · 90mm scale · Edition of 900

“When sculpting the Human Mage, I wanted to give tradition a new face.”Alex Oliver

Tradition keeps the mage in towers and libraries, through long years of study before the world is ever faced. This one was shaped along the journey.

The wand thrust forward, driving the spell at what stands ahead.
An open book in her other hand, drawn from in the same instant.
The mouth open, the casting carried on a shout.
A full backpack, the bedroll lashed beneath it.
The cat at her shoulder, her familiar wherever she goes.

She faces what comes and continues. Her magic comes from experience, and from the dust of the road.

4.11 × 2.91 in · 104.43 × 74 mm

Vampire Lord

Alex Oliver · 90mm scale · Edition of 900

“He carries the memory of command.”Alex Oliver

The Vampire Lord fights with everything he has ever been.

The long sword gripped in his right hand, the curved dagger in his left, each held firm and ready.
Pushing off broken stone, the weight driven into the advance.
Plate worked over the breast, the ankh cut deep at its center, the war-gear of a commander.
The head low and forward, the teeth bared, the beast showing through the fury.

He learned to fight as a man, under armor and rank. The hunger came later, and he carries it into the same blow. The soldier and the beast move together, and he commands both.

5.44 × 2.91 in · 138.38 × 74 mm

Human Barbarian

Alex Oliver · 90mm scale · Edition of 900

“Strength, carried long enough, becomes control.”Alex Oliver

The Barbarian stands in a moment of restraint. The axe is held upright, resting against his chest.

Feet planted wide, the weight even on both.
Density through the chest and shoulders, settled over years.
The torso bare, hide at the shoulder, leather wrapped at the forearm.
The two-handed axe held close, the haft bound in crossed leather.
A weathered face, the brow heavy, the look unwavering.

The barbarian exists beyond the safety of established order. Civilization places him at its edge. He holds what structure cannot give: the ability to remain standing without it. A man shaped by too many battles.

5.42 × 2.91 in · 137.78 × 74 mm

Human Barbarian miniature, detail view one

Human Barbarian miniature, detail view two

Human Barbarian miniature, scale reference

Underdark Horror

Alex Oliver · 90mm scale · Edition of 900

“This is the moment of a fatal strike. The victim is still conscious, but hope is already gone.”Alex Oliver

The Underdark Horror is predation in its most primitive form.

A long body built light and quick.
Elongated limbs that remove distance.
A hardened carapace segmented down the back.
A hooked claw driven through the man's spine.
The narrow head lowered, the sharp beak almost on him.

In myth, the Underdark answers to one thing: survival. What lives there does not pause to be understood. The man will die. The horror is the waiting.

5.02 × 5.51 in · 127.48 × 140 mm

Underdark Horror miniature, detail view one

Underdark Horror miniature, detail view two

Underdark Horror miniature, scale reference

Core Line

Hill Giant

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“The Hill Giant carries the world around him as part of his violence.”Alex Oliver

The Hill Giant moves with what he finds. Everything on him came off the ground he crossed.

A low stance, the legs set wide, planted heavy.
A cartwheel turned weapon, the iron-studded rim and axle head still on it.
The pig tied across his back, the day's kill.
A collar of teeth at the throat, rope wound across the chest and knotted at the waist.
A long scar down the face, from the brow to the jaw.

In myth, the giants tied to the earth come before the settled world, older than walls and fields. The Hill Giant builds nothing. The pig came off the land. The wheel came off something that once rolled, before he broke it. He carries it all on his body because he does not stay. Wherever he passes, there is less than before.

4.15 × 4.01 in · 105.60 × 102 mm

Solar Angel

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“I sculpted the Solar in the instant after it answered the call.”Alex Oliver

The Solar Angel rises into the strike, the wings thrown full open behind it.

Climbing in the air, one foot grazing a fallen column.
The great sword high overhead, held back before the fall.
The broad shield kept low, covering the flank.
Plate worked over the whole frame, scrolled at every edge.
A sunburst struck on the breastplate. On the shield, the same sun with a lion's head at its center.
The face turned up toward the blow, without strain.

Of all the angels, the solars are the fewest, and most of them sleep. This one was called, and it answered. The sword serves a will that is not its own. It strikes with everything and leaves nothing open. This is the one moment it exists for.

3.76 × 2.63 in · 95.59 × 67 mm

Mercenary Ogre

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“Everything he carries was taken by force.”Alex Oliver

The Mercenary Ogre drives forward into the attack.

A castle door carried as a shield, the iron ring still on it.
Other men's shields roped across his chest, worn now as armor.
Severed heads at the waist, the pay already collected.
The stone hammer drawn back low, ready to come forward.
The jaws spread, a deep bellow building.

In myth, the ogre sees everything around him as a resource. The door once kept a family safe. The heads once answered to names. To him there is no difference. What holds meaning, he brings to an end.

2.39 × 2.63 in · 60.71 × 67 mm

Mercenary Ogre miniature, detail view one

Mercenary Ogre miniature, detail view two

Mercenary Ogre miniature, scale reference

Underdark Horror

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“This is the moment of a fatal strike. The victim is still conscious, but hope is already gone.”Alex Oliver

The Underdark Horror is predation in its most primitive form.

A long body built light and quick.
Elongated limbs that remove distance.
A hardened carapace segmented down the back.
A hooked claw driven through the man's spine.
The narrow head lowered, the sharp beak almost on him.

In myth, the Underdark answers to one thing: survival. What lives there does not pause to be understood. The man will die. The horror is the waiting.

2.59 × 2.63 in · 65.79 × 67 mm

Orc King

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“He has no one above him.”Alex Oliver

The Orc King stands over what he has put down.

The great sword driven point-down, planted like a standard.
One foot raised onto the severed head of a giant.
Rough reinforced plate, the shoulders horned.
A spiked iron crown across the forehead.
The brow furrowed, the jaw clenched, the eyes hard on the distance.

In myth, orcs answer to a dark master and march for a will that is not their own. This one answers to no one. No hand crowned him. The giant under his foot was larger than he is, and fell anyway.

2.05 × 1.25 in · 52.04 × 32 mm

Orc Rogue

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“I gave him the savagery of his kind, and a method to carry it.”Alex Oliver

The Orc Rogue drops low on the approach to a killing blow.

The body crouched forward, the weight driven onto the lead boot.
The crossbow swung up and clear of the strike, a goat's horned skull at its head.
An improvised blade drawn back in the right hand, ready to be released.
A hand-stitched leather hood, a cape falling behind.
Plate at the forearms and torso only, the rest left light.
The mouth wide open, his force let loose in the blow.

The Orc Rogue brings method to the brutality of his kind. Most orcs throw their strength the instant the fight starts. He keeps two ways of killing. One reaches across the distance. The other waits for him to close it. Force on its own can be survived. Force that picks its moment cannot.

1.91 × 1.25 in · 48.66 × 32 mm

Orc Berserker

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“The Orc Berserker embodies force in its most direct form.”Alex Oliver

The Orc Berserker stands in fury, the whole figure turned toward the attack.

A muscled mass swollen past a man's build.
Two matched axes raised high, ready to fall again and again.
Arms open, the torso left bare, nothing drawn in to cover him.
The jaw wide open, the roar carried across the field.
One foot set on the bare skull of a horned beast.

The Orc Berserker is violence in its first and rawest form. When the fury starts it does not turn back. He does not stop to weigh the cost. This is force the moment it becomes destruction.

2.20 × 1.25 in · 55.99 × 32 mm

Orc Berserker miniature, detail view one

Orc Berserker miniature, detail view two

Orc Berserker miniature, scale reference

Bandit Leader

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“He carries the axe and the whip, and uses neither right now.”Alex Oliver

The Bandit Leader stands easy, in no hurry.

A heavy axe low in his right hand.
A coiled whip in his left.
Fur and good leather, better than a common bandit wears.
A hard, lined face, older than the men he leads.
One eye lost behind a strip of cloth, the other steady ahead.

A band of outlaws follows one man, and this is him. The axe is for enemies. The whip is for his own men. He has lost an eye holding this place. No one tests him anymore. He leads without lifting a hand.

1.82 × 1.25 in · 46.23 × 32 mm

Bandit Leader miniature, detail view one

Bandit Leader miniature, detail view two

Bandit Leader miniature, scale reference

Bandit Enforcer

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“He points first. The club is only in case.”Alex Oliver

The Bandit Enforcer picks out one man in the crowd and names him.

A massive spiked club on his shoulder, held there by one hand.
The free hand raised, the finger fixing the man ahead.
A heavy frame set wide, taking up the room.
The eyes narrowed, holding their mark.
A thick padded coat, good gear for the road.

Every gang keeps one like him, the man sent ahead of the demand. He has not raised the club. He does not expect to. The finger does the work the weapon stands behind. The club is for the ones who make him prove it.

2.23 × 1.25 in · 56.63 × 32 mm

Bandit Enforcer miniature, detail view one

Bandit Enforcer miniature, detail view two

Bandit Enforcer miniature, scale reference

Rogue Bandit

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“The shadows don't give him away.”Alex Oliver

The Rogue Bandit closes the distance before the first blow.

The body lean and low, pitched forward over the front foot.
Light garments, the hood drawn up, nothing to slow him.
A short blade in each hand, the right one up and ahead, the left held low across the thigh.
A long scar down one cheek, the eyes fixed low on something close.

The killer who works in close does not announce himself. He comes through the gap left unwatched, both blades in hand. One waits while the other opens the way. The scar is from the one time he was seen. He never let there be a second.

1.63 × 1.25 in · 41.47 × 32 mm

Ancient Vampire

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“He kept the manners. He kept the hunger. He stopped telling them apart.”Alex Oliver

The Ancient Vampire raises the cup and calls the next one forward.

The jeweled chalice raised in one clawed hand, held with care.
The other claw open toward someone ahead, unhurried.
Both arms thrown wide, taking the room.
Brocade worked dense down the coat, the high collar and ruff drawn up at the throat.
The face no longer a man's, fangs bared, the look fixed ahead.

The difference between hunger and manner is something the old ones lost long ago. He drinks blood from a jeweled cup with the face of an animal. The open hand asks rather than seizes. He has time, and means to enjoy it. He takes what he wants and calls it hospitality.

1.80 × 1.25 in · 45.86 × 32 mm

Ancient Vampire miniature, detail view one

Ancient Vampire miniature, detail view two

Ancient Vampire miniature, scale reference

Vampire Bride

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“She woke still holding the day they buried her in.”Alex Oliver

The Vampire Bride stands over the stone that named her.

One foot set on the fallen headstone, the body risen and forward.
A bouquet of roses in her right hand.
The left hand fallen open, the fingers drawn into claws.
The wedding dress torn through, the skirt ragged where the ground gave way.
Her mouth wide, the fangs out, the eyes hunting for the first time.

The body changes before the mind can follow. She still grips the flowers. The hand beside them is already a claw. The hunger is already hers, and she does not know it yet. What she was is carved on the stone under her foot.

1.77 × 1.25 in · 45.01 × 32 mm

Vampire Bride miniature, detail view one

Vampire Bride miniature, detail view two

Vampire Bride miniature, scale reference

Vampire Lord

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“He carries the memory of command.”Alex Oliver

The Vampire Lord fights with everything he has ever been.

The long sword gripped in his right hand, the curved dagger in his left, each held firm and ready.
Pushing off broken stone, the weight driven into the advance.
Plate worked over the breast, the ankh cut deep at its center, the war-gear of a commander.
The head low and forward, the teeth bared, the beast showing through the fury.

He learned to fight as a man, under armor and rank. The hunger came later, and he carries it into the same blow. The soldier and the beast move together, and he commands both.

2.38 × 1.25 in · 60.45 × 32 mm

Human Barbarian Female

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“She fights on instinct and force.”Alex Oliver

The Barbarian Female throws her whole body behind a single blow.

The long axe raised in her right hand, the runed head held back before the fall.
The shield arm swung open to the left, clearing the way for the strike.
A deep stride, the body pitched ahead, the weight driving onto the front leg.
The torso worked lean, the strain gathered through the back and shoulder.
On the shield, the serpent running the rim to meet its own tail.
The brow drawn tight, the eyes locked on what comes next.

In myth, the barbarian lives close to the raw forces of survival, where nothing settled ever stays that way. For her, the fighting has no last round. She wins, then prepares for the next. The serpent on her shield says as much: the mouth closed on its own tail, no true end to it. She no longer expects one. She stopped wanting it a long time ago.

2.38 × 1.25 in · 60.60 × 32 mm

Human Barbarian Female miniature, detail view one

Human Barbarian Female miniature, detail view two

Human Barbarian Female miniature, scale reference

Human Barbarian Male

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“Strength, carried long enough, becomes control.”Alex Oliver

The Barbarian stands in a moment of restraint. The axe is held upright, resting against his chest.

Feet planted wide, the weight even on both.
Density through the chest and shoulders, settled over years.
The torso bare, hide at the shoulder, leather wrapped at the forearm.
The two-handed axe held close, the haft bound in crossed leather.
A weathered face, the brow heavy, the look unwavering.

2.38 × 1.25 in · 60.67 × 32 mm

Human Barbarian Male miniature, detail view one

Human Barbarian Male miniature, detail view two

Human Barbarian Male miniature, scale reference

Human Warrior Female

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“She has somewhere to be, and nothing gets to stop her.”Alex Oliver

The Warrior climbs forward behind her shield.

A great shield raised and carried ahead, the crest turned out.
The sword kept low, in hand and waiting.
One foot up on broken stone, the body pitched into the climb.
Armor scrolled and figured across the breastplate, plated at the limbs.
Her chin lifted, the jaw firm, her eyes already past the fight.

In myth, warriors hold to discipline because they serve a cause greater than themselves. What she protects is somewhere ahead of her, and she moves toward it through whatever stands in the way. She is reaching for something above this fight.

1.94 × 1.25 in · 49.28 × 32 mm

Human Warrior Female miniature, detail view one

Human Warrior Female miniature, detail view two

Human Warrior Female miniature, scale reference

Human Warrior Male

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“He never leaves himself open.”Alex Oliver

The Warrior sets himself before the fight comes to him.

A shield up in his right hand, the winged crest facing out.
The sword flat in his left, run out alongside the shield.
Feet wide, knees bent, the weight carried low and even.
Plate built up in overlapping scales, layered close across chest and skirt.
The cloak fallen back, the arms left clear.
His brow steady, eyes level and fixed ahead.

In myth, the warrior who lasts is not the one who gives everything to a single blow. Nothing in him moves before it has to. The shield never drops, not even for the strike. Years of fighting have left nothing accidental in him.

1.81 × 1.25 in · 46.15 × 32 mm

Human Warrior Male miniature, detail view one

Human Warrior Male miniature, detail view two

Human Warrior Male miniature, scale reference

Human Mage Female

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“When sculpting the Human Mage, I wanted to give tradition a new face.”Alex Oliver

Tradition keeps the mage in towers and libraries, through long years of study before the world is ever faced. This one was shaped along the journey.

The wand thrust forward, driving the spell at what stands ahead.
An open book in her other hand, drawn from in the same instant.
The mouth open, the casting carried on a shout.
A full backpack, the bedroll lashed beneath it.
The cat at her shoulder, her familiar wherever she goes.

She faces what comes and continues. Her magic comes from experience, and from the dust of the road.

1.82 × 1.25 in · 46.28 × 32 mm

Human Mage Female miniature, detail view one

Human Mage Female miniature, detail view two

Human Mage Female miniature, scale reference

Human Mage Male

Alex Oliver · 35mm scale · Edition of 1500

“The mage's strongest weapon is the one no one can see.”Alex Oliver

The Human Mage opens both arms wide and lets the spell go.

The staff thrust high in one hand, the orb gripped in its claw.
The other hand raised, the fingers shaping the cast.
Both flanks left open, no guard kept.
Long worked robes and a broad feathered hat, the cape thrown back off the shoulders.
Rolled scrolls, vials, and pouches hung at the belt, the work of years within reach.
A full beard and a lined face, the eyes fixed along the staff.

The mage meets what comes with understanding, where others reach for a blade. Both arms open, nothing held in reserve. He stands without hesitation. Certainty is what knowledge leaves behind.

2.18 × 1.25 in · 55.40 × 32 mm

Human Mage Male miniature, detail view one

Human Mage Male miniature, detail view two

Human Mage Male miniature, scale reference

Masterpiece Line

Fallen Angel, US$ 290
Ancient Black Dragon, US$ 280

Collector Line

US$ 95 to US$ 105
Underdark Horror, 90mm scale, US$ 180

Core Line

US$ 39 to US$ 84

Registration is open through August 29. Private Early Access takes place August 30–31, before the public release.

Fantastic Art StudiosFirst Collection

Fallen Angel

Ancient Black Dragon

Pit Fiend

Orc King

Human Mage

Vampire Lord

Human Barbarian

Underdark Horror

Hill Giant

Solar Angel

Mercenary Ogre

Underdark Horror

Orc King

Orc Rogue

Orc Berserker

Bandit Leader

Bandit Enforcer

Rogue Bandit

Ancient Vampire

Vampire Bride

Vampire Lord

Human Barbarian Female

Human Barbarian Male

Human Warrior Female

Human Warrior Male

Human Mage Female

Human Mage Male

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First Collection