This is a digital 3D printable model of a Basilisk miniature for tabletop games.
3D PRINTING SETTINGS
The mini comes in two versions. One pre-supported and one without supports. In both cases, the mini is separate from the base.
At 100% scale, the model is scaled to work with DnD 5e. The largest part’s dimensions are:
Width approx. 34 mm
Length approx. 68 mm
Height approx. 46 mm
You can scale the model as you wish.
We recommend printing these on an SLA printer. It can be printed on an FDM printer with a small nozzle at 100% but you will lose a lot of detail and the finish will not be as good by far.
Printing settings will vary greatly depending on your specific printer.
It was modelled based on the diary entries of Giles Grafton. Here is one of the entries concerning this model:
I have originally come to the Terragona marketplace just to replenish my food supplies and to buy some new equipment for a journey to Africa (yes, that’s how I decided to use the money I got from baron Contarini!), but as I was browsing through all the peculiar stands and stalls with merchandise from all around the world, I noticed a big tent surrounded by an aura of mystery and also a sizeable crowd of people. The sign in front of the tent read: “Monsters of the wilderness” – needless to say, it immediately caught my attention.
After waiting in a line for a while (and paying a few coins as an entrance fee) I managed to get inside this odd tent, which, as it turned out, was filled with dead bodies of various animals. Some of them were mounted as wall trophies, others were stuffed or preserved in big jars. There were more than a dozen of them, but to my disappointment, most of those unfortunate creatures were actually pretty common beasts: there was a brown bear, a very old looking lion, a huge snake of some sort, all beautiful and dangerous animals, but no “monsters”. But then I saw it – in the very middle of the tent, hidden behind other exhibits and several curious onlookers, there stood a majestic, reptile-like creature with sharp teeth and tail covered in bright blue-coloured feathers. I forgot to breathe for a few moments – I was staring into the face of a basilisk.
The man who was collecting the entrance fee and who was apparently the owner of this peculiar tent, as well as the collection within it, must have noticed my sudden surprise since he approached me and with a smile on his face congratulated me on my “cultivated taste”, as he put it. He really seemed more like an artist presenting his work than a scientist studying a fascinating species (which is how I felt), but he was nonetheless very enthusiastic. I asked him where he got such a rare specimen, to which he answered that he simply bought it from a merchant from Africa. This merchant, as he told me, was running through Spain to Europe exactly because of this particular basilisk. Apparently, it was killed by a group of poachers who made their living by hunting big and valuable prey. One day, they somehow managed to kill a basilisk – and they immediately sold its corpse to the first vendor they found. It seemed like a great deal for both parties at first – but of course, there was a catch. The catch, in this case, was the fact that this almost seven feet long basilisk turned out to be just a baby. And when it disappeared, its mother came looking for her child. None of the hunters survived. The unfortunate merchant ran all the way to Europe so the mother would not find him, and he sold the corpse of her baby to the first person who was willing to buy it. I asked the man whether he wasn’t worried that the mother would track her child down, but he just laughed and explained that the basilisk was stuffed and surrounded by hundreds of different people every day – any scent his mother could follow was now long gone. I thanked him for sharing his story and made a few sketches of the creature before I left. For a while, I was thinking about stealing a feather from the basilisk’s tail, but then I decided not to. After all, I was on my way to Africa and when I thought about it – the smile on the owner’s face when he was explaining how the mother can’t ever find her child did not actually seem all that confident.