Welcome to the Ironclaw Wastes
~800-1200 Point Army

Beyond the ash storms and beneath the blackened moons lies a world stitched together by scrap, fury, and survival. The Ironclaw Wastes are ruled by brutal warbands, towering rust-machines, and savage beast packs bred for endless war. Every bolt is scavenged. Every weapon is forged from the ruins of forgotten civilizations. Every victory is paid for in blood and iron.

Our miniatures are designed for collectors, painters, skirmish gamers, and warlords who want something different from the standard fantasy armies. These are not polished heroes of noble kingdoms — these are wasteland conquerors, clockwork tyrants, mutant raiders, and engine-bound beasts built to dominate shattered battlefields.

Inside the Wastes you’ll find:

• Brutal armored warlords wielding gear-forged weapons
• Scrap-built walkers and siege machines
• Mutated warbeasts fused with industrial weaponry
• Savage infantry clans armed with scavenged firearms and crude blades
• Dark shamans and flamebound prophets channeling forbidden energies
• Fully supported STL files optimized for resin printing

Every release expands the world of the Ironclaw Wastes with new factions, monsters, heroes, and battlefield horrors.

Whether you’re building an army, painting display pieces, or forging your own tabletop universe, these models are made to feel heavy, dangerous, and alive — like relics dragged from a forgotten war at the end of the world.

What You Get

• High-detail STL miniatures
• Tabletop-ready scaling
• Dynamic poses and readable silhouettes
• Supported and unsupported versions (where applicable)
• Original faction aesthetics inspired by grimdark wasteland warfare

The Lore

The old empires are dead.

Their cities rot beneath radioactive storms while scattered clans wage endless war over fuel, relics, and machine cores left behind by the Ancients. Deep within the ruins, twisted artificers and iron shamans awaken forbidden engines that were never meant to live again.

The strongest warbands rise not through honor, but through conquest.

Massive beasts fitted with cannon harnesses stalk the dunes. Clockwork tyrants clad in scavenged armor march beside berserker hordes. Fire cults whisper to machine spirits buried beneath the earth. Entire armies are forged from scrap and rage.

And somewhere beyond the wasteland horizon, something ancient is waking.

Welcome to the Ironclaw Wastes.
The age of rust has begun.