RPGMINIFORGE
RPGMINIFORGE makes zero-prep companion content for 3D-printed RPG miniatures — lore, encounter hooks, and stat prompts for the sculpts we sell, designed to drop straight into any tabletop system. New companions added regularly.
A nine-foot lion kneels in a burned shrine, counting strangers, two witnesses short of a lawful killing.
A witch who never lands wants your prize, and she is offering to help you take it.
A nine-foot hound mage is stitching a cut page back into a tome that fights him.
A sewer ooze with a chalked work schedule needs a human face to sign his contract.
A nine-foot doll in mourning ruffles needs a small coffin stolen back before dawn.
A sealed tide basin, a hunter who can't climb, and one iron gate that needs legs.
A burning man holds the waystation road and offers to pay you to stand still.
The quarry crew won't work the west face until someone carries the warm root-man out of it.
A ring of waist-high wax-pale stalks drips into skinned pools, and the pools lean toward warm things.
A plague-dead noblewoman holds the only cure for the town fever, and she cannot carry it.
An eight-foot warrior guards a lime line in the sewer, and the slime on her armor is winning.
A hag too big for the furniture is buying couriers' news with cures, and hiring.
A stooped, horned mage has staked out a drowned temple stair and needs hands that aren't hers.
Kottus's pack-beast is lame, market day is close, and half his load needs legs.
The same eight bars have played all night, and the player wants something out of the flooded vault.
A stitched giant stands sunk in the road, breathing, and something already died inside its circle.
A satchel of little straw hives sits in a burnt cellar, and one is still warm.
A bronze many-headed serpent, sold for scrap, holds three real voices and has room for a fourth.
A hooded woman keeps a rite going with one of her circle missing, and needs legs.
Three small clerks sit dead at a console that still draws current, and the street above darkens.
A ten-foot jester in mourning paint needs someone narrow enough to rob a crypt tonight.
Two copper masts still hum over a dead technician who never reached the cut-out lever.
A stranded caravan guide wants hands in the flooded sanctum, and she caused the flood.
In the dim light of a ruined crypt, The Nurse stands guard over ancient secrets and twisted instruments.
The Oni Hacker, a cybernetic enigma, guards ancient secrets in the temple's shadowy backroom.
Zero-prep RPG encounter module. Drop it into any campaign tonight.
Zero-prep RPG encounter module. Drop it into any campaign tonight.
Zero-prep RPG encounter module. Drop it into any campaign tonight.
Zero-prep encounter module for the Hollyphant. Drop it into any campaign tonight.
Zero-prep encounter module. Drop it in tonight.
Zero-prep encounter module for Elemental Water.
Zero-prep encounter module for the Elder Brain Dragon. Drop it into any campaign tonight.