Vampire Miniature

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This is a digital 3D printable model of a Vampire miniature for tabletop games.It was modelled based on the diary entries of Giles Grafton. Here is one of the entries concerning this model: The horror stories The closer to the little town of Kirchwil I was, the less fascinating the stories about “The Kirchwil horror” got. Three days before I reached the town, I was hearing tales about a beautiful young girl murdered by a blood-drinking monster from the darkness. Two days before I reached my destination some folks swore to me that a woman was murdered in Kirchwil under mysterious circumstances. The next day I heard that that the cattle were being killed by some extraordinarily dangerous wild animal. When I finally got to Kirchwil I learned that it was just one sheep that was killed. I suppose that’s just how stories work. But to be completely fair, there really was something odd about this sheep’s death. For one thing, it was killed during a full moon. Probably just a coincidence, but this kind of thing alone can scare some superstitious people. The sheep was also literally torn to pieces, killed in a much more vicious way than wolves or bears usually kill their prey. I had the feeling this trip might be worth my time after all. I wasn’t the only one who came to investigate the stories about “The Kirchwil horror”. When I got to the place where it all happened, there already was a small gathering of people listening to an elderly man in priest’s clothing. The priest was, obviously, preaching about sin and penance and, no less surprisingly, about vampires. He claimed that the poor sheep was killed by this blood-drinking monster and that the vampire will surely come back to feast on the sinners of Kirchwil. At this point, I simply had to intervene. I told the priest and the townsfolk that stories about vampires are just fairy tales invented for scaring small children. He pointed out that the sheep obviously wasn’t killed by wild dogs but by a monster of some sort. I said that it could easily have been a wyvern or a griffin. He reminded the crowd that the sheep was killed under the full moon. I explained that it might have been just a coincidence and that even a werewolf would be more probable than a vampire. He proclaimed that it must have been a vampire, the ultimate evil because it targeted a sheep – a lamb – an obvious symbol of Christ. I opposed that by claiming that the priest is a ridiculous buffoon that has no idea what he is talking about and that the real sheep are people that take his blathering seriously, whereupon I left, not even waiting for this fool's answer. I am not exactly proud about that, to be honest, but he really made me mad. After I calmed down a bit, I decided to go back to the scene of the crime, hide at the edge of the woods and wait for nightfall. I doubted that the creature that killed the sheep – whatever it was – would come back. Most likely it was just passing through, but I was too curious to not give it a try at least. Apparently, it was my lucky night. Not long after midnight, I heard almost soundless flapping of enormous wings. Even though the moon was still big and bright, the creature was near invisible as it descended on one of the sleeping cows. The cow died before it even woke up. I watched as the creature devoured the cow, tearing the whole limbs from the body and breaking its bones like dry twigs. It seemed to be eating mostly internal organs and drinking the blood of the poor cow, leaving the flesh, just like it did with the sheep before. After about ten minutes of this bloody theatre, the creature spread its grey wings and silently flew away. It looked like a bat, but much bigger. And that’s actually exactly what it was – a giant bat, king of the night, an extremely rare and almost extinct creature that, as I now realized, was sometimes also called a vampire. Well, I’ll be damned – the crazy priest was right after all.