Base Boost: 3D Printable Terrain for Fantasy & Sci-Fi Games
2900+ 3D printable STL models for tabletop games: bases, toppers, rollers, bonus miniatures, terrain decorations & magnetic bases
In this project you will find:
Themes: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Post-Apocalyptic, Horror, Nature
Total unique bases: 146x5=730 + templates 146 pcs
Total bases (unique * 4 versions of the bottom) = 2920 + templates 584 pcs
Plus 5 rollers (1 per theme), plus 10 characters (2 per theme), plus a set of props (10-20 per theme)
4 versions of bases + empty templates:
With a flat bottom
With slots for magnets (5x2mm magnets)
Round and square bases:
20mm - 10 pieces each
25mm - 10 pieces each
28.5mm - 10 pieces each
32mm - 10 pieces each
40mm - 5 pieces each
50mm - 5 pieces each
60mm - 3 pieces each
65mm - 3 pieces each
75mm - 3 pieces each
80mm - 3 pieces each
90mm - 3 pieces each
100mm - 1 piece each
125mm - 1 piece each
130mm - 1 piece each
160mm - 1 piece each
20x40mm - 5 pieces each
25x50mm - 5 pieces each
40x60mm - 3 pieces each
50x75mm - 3 pieces each
50x100mm - 1 piece each
60x100mm - 1 piece each
75x100mm - 1 piece each
95x150mm - 1 piece each
100x150mm - 1 piece
150x225mm - 1 piece
Rectangular with rounded edges (such as patches)
50x25mm - 5 pcs each
70x25mm - 3 pieces each
95x40mm - 1 piece each
60x35mm - 3 pieces each
75x42mm - 3 pieces each
90x52mm - 3 pieces each
75x90mm - 3 pieces each
70x105mm - 1 piece each
92x120mm - 1 piece each
95x150mm - 1 piece each
105x170mm - 1 piece each
25mm - 10 pieces each
30mm - 10 pieces each
50mm - 5 pieces each
75mm - 3 pieces each
100mm - 1 piece each
Special conditions for large bases:
Splitting into parts so that it fits on the Mars 1 table (in the form of a puzzle, so that in the middle you can make a slot for a magnet for the version with magnets)
In the heart of an advanced research laboratory, where the boundaries of science and possibility blurred, there stood a scene that defied understanding—a failed experiment that had left a haunting tableau of wires, fans, and an enigmatic skeleton within a high-tech capsule. It was a scene that hinted at the unfathomable depths of scientific exploration.
Adjacent to the central capsule, a swirling vortex of energy hung suspended in mid-air—an otherworldly portal that pulsed with the promise of untold adventures. It beckoned with the allure of parallel universes and the tantalizing possibility of time travel, its mysterious depths waiting to be explored.
As scientists and researchers gathered around the enigmatic scene, they were filled with a sense of awe and trepidation. What had gone wrong with the experiment? What secrets did the skeleton and the swirling portal hold? It was a tableau that left them with more questions than answers, a testament to the boundless curiosity of humanity and the unfathomable mysteries of the universe.
The Laboratory of Tomorrow was a place where scientific boundaries were pushed beyond imagination. Gleaming chrome surfaces and humming machines lined the walls, and holographic interfaces glowed with data and equations that defied comprehension. Yet, amidst the cutting-edge technology, one corner remained shrouded in mystery.
The Laboratory of Tomorrow had become a place of wonder and uncertainty, a place where the boundaries of science and the unknown merged into a mesmerizing, enigmatic dance. It stood as a stark reminder that even in the realm of advanced technology, there were frontiers yet to be explored, and that the pursuit of knowledge would forever be an odyssey into the realms of the extraordinary.
The Maze of Winding Roads was a legendary part of the Magic Forest, known for its beguiling twists and turns. Each cobblestone path seemed to have a mind of its own, shifting and rearranging itself as travelers ventured deeper into its depths. To navigate it was to embrace the forest's enchantment fully.
In the heart of the Magic Forest, where ancient trees whispered secrets and fireflies danced in mystical patterns, there lay a scene like no other. It was a place where winding roads of cobblestone intertwined with the whimsical foliage, leading adventurers on a journey filled with surprises and enchantment.
As you strolled down the cobblestone paths, the forest came alive with a vibrant symphony of colors and sounds. Cute, fluffy wolves with luminous eyes watched your every move, their tails wagging playfully. They were guardians of the maze, ensuring that those who entered did so with good intentions.
Then, there were the rabid carrots, their orange exteriors hiding a mischievous streak. As you passed, they would leap out from the underbrush, playfully nipping at your heels. But fear not, their bites were more ticklish than harmful, and they were easily appeased with a few kind words and a crisp apple from your pocket. And don't be afraid of the knife in their hands, it's not even sharp (we think).
As you left the Maze of Winding Roads and the enchanted glade behind, the forest whispered its gratitude for your visit. The Magic Forest remained a realm of endless wonder, filled with unusual creatures, winding roads, and mysteries yet to be unveiled by those who dared to explore its depths.
On a remote stretch of seashore, where the relentless waves of the sea met the golden sands of a hidden beach, an intriguing scene awaited discovery. This picturesque yet enigmatic setting held the secrets of a bygone era, where swashbuckling pirates and buried treasures were more than just legends.
The Hidden Cove was a sanctuary known to only the most intrepid adventurers and treasure hunters. Nestled between imposing cliffs, it offered an idyllic escape from the chaotic world beyond. As the gentle lapping of the waves created a soothing melody, the beach stretched out, inviting those who dared to step onto its sun-kissed shores.
Amidst this treasure-laden scene, a couple of living pirates patrolled the cove. They were the descendants of the pirate captain, sworn to protect the secrets of their forebears. Dressed in tattered clothing and brandishing cutlasses, they watched over the beach with both vigilance and suspicion, ready to defend their legacy.
As adventurers ventured to the Hidden Cove, they found themselves drawn into a world where the line between legend and reality blurred. The scene held the promise of untold riches, but it also concealed the ghosts of pirates past. Those who dared to explore the cove would be swept up in a thrilling tale of mystery, danger, and the enduring allure of pirate lore that still lingered in the salty sea air.
In the heart of a desolate,mist-shrouded forest, there lay a sacred cemetery, a place where the living dared not tread. The cemetery, nestled amidst gnarled trees and choked by vines, was a haunting realm that evoked fear and a chilling sense of the supernatural.
The Sacred Cemetery was an ancient burial ground, untouched by time or human hands for centuries. It was said that the souls interred here were not at rest, and the gravestones, pedestals, and coffins stood as silent witnesses to their torment. A palpable aura of dread hung heavy in the air, like a ghostly shroud that clung to the very earth.
Few dared to enter the Sacred Cemetery, and those who did often did so reluctantly, driven by desperate quests for forbidden knowledge or ill-conceived dares. They navigated the labyrinthine paths with trepidation, their every step echoing through the stillness like an affront to the spirits that dwelled there.
As the moon hung low in the sky, casting long, ghostly shadows across the cemetery, the fear of the supernatural became almost palpable. Whispers of distant moans and ethereal lamentations filled the night, and spectral figures seemed to drift among the gravestones, their presence felt but rarely seen.
As the sun's first rays broke through the forest canopy, those who had dared to enter the Sacred Cemetery made their hasty retreat, their faces etched with fear and awe. They left behind a realm where the supernatural and the mortal world converged, a place where the boundary between life and death was blurred, and where the restless souls of the departed remained forever trapped.
In each of these evocative scenes, the presence of two characters is indeed a bonus that adds depth, complexity, and the potential for rich storytelling. Whether they are allies, adversaries, or kindred spirits, these two characters embark on their own unique journeys, uncovering mysteries, confronting challenges, and forging connections that enhance the narrative. Their interactions create a dynamic interplay of personalities, perspectives, and emotions, enriching the scene with the potential for conflict, collaboration, or unexpected twists. Together, they breathe life into the story, drawing readers or viewers deeper into the world before them, making the experience all the more immersive and engaging.
In a world that had crumbled under the weight of its own ambitions, a desolate scene emerged, a haunting testament to the hubris of humanity. The remnants of a once-thriving city now lay in ruins, swallowed by despair and the relentless march of time.
The Ruined City was a place where hope had withered like the decaying buildings that surrounded it. Once, these towering structures had reached for the sky, a testament to human ingenuity. Now, they stood as hollow skeletons, their shattered windows reflecting the fractured soul of a world that had fallen into darkness.
As you left the Ruined City behind, the weight of its desolation pressed upon your heart. But in the distance, you saw a faint glimmer of hope—a group of survivors, their faces weathered but determined, rebuilding their lives amidst the wreckage. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the human spirit had an uncanny ability to endure, to find strength in the face of adversity, and to rebuild from the ashes of the past.
Devastated roads snaked through the heart of the city, their cracked surfaces mirroring the shattered dreams of those who had once walked them. Abandoned vehicles rusted in place, their tires long gone, their engines silent. A sense of hopelessness hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
The Ruined City stood as a testament to the folly of humanity, a stark reminder of the consequences of its actions. Yet, it also served as a symbol of resilience, a place where the seeds of hope could still take root, and where the echoes of the past whispered a cautionary tale to those who would listen.