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Angry Congregation Member B

Angry Congregation Member B

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What It Is

This is an older human zealot in threadbare priestly robes, hood up and chest bare, looking like he has shouted himself hoarse and plans to keep going. One hand is raised with a goblet as if he is halfway through a sermon, a curse, or a very bad toast, while the other grips a knotted staff or club studded with cruel-looking spikes. The beads, charms, and hanging trinkets sell him as more than just an angry villager: he reads like a lay preacher who took several wrong turns and never looked back. On a 25mm base, he has that excellent slightly-forward posture that makes a mini look like trouble even when standing still.

At The Table

For D&D 5e or Pathfinder 2e, he is perfect as the face of a mob before the mob turns into a fight. Not the high priest in the polished mask, but the frighteningly sincere believer who whips the room into a frenzy while the real power watches from the back. He could be the first cultist the party talks to in a plague chapel, the local firebrand demanding a witch trial, or a minor prophet of some ash-and-blood apocalypse who has somehow survived long enough to think that proves his point. If your players like social scenes with a knife just under the table, this is that knife.

In Shadowdark or Dolmenwood, I would use him as a shrine-keeper from a heretical roadside congregation: all cracked chalice, half-remembered scripture, and dangerous conviction. He is the sort of encounter who offers shelter from the rain, then asks which saint the party serves and does not much care for the answer. In Call of Cthulhu, he makes an excellent witness who has mistaken cosmic revelation for religious ecstasy, clutching his cup and muttering about the congregation beneath the earth. In Blades in the Dark, he could be a cellar preacher in Crow's Foot, stirring up dockers and debtors into a movement that might be genuine faith, a hustle, or the opening act of a demon cult. Handy little sculpt, in other words, if your campaign needs a man who clearly believes every worrying word coming out of his own mouth.

Printed in high-quality resin. Supplied unpainted. 25mm base.

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