Gaming Tables

Here at Miniature Mayhem we’ve got a varient of thematic tables avaliable for you to play your games on. We hope to see you taking to the battlefield soon!

Port Helicon - “Gateway to the stars—and the front line of invasion.” A bustling Imperial spaceport once used for shipping vital resources to the front. Now its landing pads and stacked cargo containers shelter desperate defenders as orbit burns ove

Port Helicon - “Gateway to the stars—and the front line of invasion.” A bustling Imperial spaceport once used for shipping vital resources to the front. Now its landing pads and stacked cargo containers shelter desperate defenders as orbit burns overhead.

The Wall of Tarsis Bell - “Hold the wall, or the city dies.” A major hive city under siege. Craters pock the streets before the gatehouse, and the once-proud walls are cracked and blackened. This is no skirmish—this is the heart of the war.

The Wall of Tarsis Bell - “Hold the wall, or the city dies.” A major hive city under siege. Craters pock the streets before the gatehouse, and the once-proud walls are cracked and blackened. This is no skirmish—this is the heart of the war.

Kazad Varn’s Deep - “Stone endures. Ice remembers.” Buried beneath snowdrifts and forgotten by the world above, the fortress of Kazad Varn slumbers in a frozen vale. Jagged crystal formations pierce the permafrost like the teeth of the mountain its

Kazad Varn’s Deep - “Stone endures. Ice remembers.” Buried beneath snowdrifts and forgotten by the world above, the fortress of Kazad Varn slumbers in a frozen vale. Jagged crystal formations pierce the permafrost like the teeth of the mountain itself, casting strange light across snow-covered battlements and rune-inscribed gates. The halls echo with wind—or something older. Whether held by resolute defenders or claimed by winterspawn, the Deep is far from silent.

Sirox Prime Refinery - “The planet bleeds oil, and war drinks deep.” An Adeptus Mechanicus refinery on a red Martian wasteland, full of fuel pipes, pumping stations, and volatile reactors. One stray shot could ignite an inferno—or awaken something a

Sirox Prime Refinery - “The planet bleeds oil, and war drinks deep.” An Adeptus Mechanicus refinery on a red Martian wasteland, full of fuel pipes, pumping stations, and volatile reactors. One stray shot could ignite an inferno—or awaken something ancient beneath the sands.

Outpost Tharsis Null - “Science was their mission. Survival is now their prayer.” Perched on an unstable asteroid or volcanic moon, this remote outpost monitors seismic activity and xeno-phenomena. Magma boils up from below, and the very ground may

Outpost Tharsis Null - “Science was their mission. Survival is now their prayer.” Perched on an unstable asteroid or volcanic moon, this remote outpost monitors seismic activity and xeno-phenomena. Magma boils up from below, and the very ground may not last the battle.

The Hollow Glen - “The dead whisper beneath the trees.” An abandoned village left to rot, with splintered homes, toppled gravestones, and a church that leans toward ruin. Whether cursed, forgotten, or reclaimed by nature, the Glen is never truly emp

The Hollow Glen - “The dead whisper beneath the trees.” An abandoned village left to rot, with splintered homes, toppled gravestones, and a church that leans toward ruin. Whether cursed, forgotten, or reclaimed by nature, the Glen is never truly empty.

Sanctum of Ashes - “Once they prayed here. Now they bleed.” An Ecclesiarchy city shattered by orbital bombardment. Statues of saints weep dust over cracked basilicas, while ruined relics and scorched holy texts mark the site of a bitter last stand.

Sanctum of Ashes - “Once they prayed here. Now they bleed.” An Ecclesiarchy city shattered by orbital bombardment. Statues of saints weep dust over cracked basilicas, while ruined relics and scorched holy texts mark the site of a bitter last stand.