When you write sepulchural as sepultural. Roots, bloody roots!
Hi, people.
Here is some progress on my Warband of Dread Solstice. As you can see I've added another five black knights and black Kurfurst. And something much bigger will come after.
A little background on my Warband:
The great Empire of the world that was provided to Sigmar many souls of great heroes for his Stormcast's army. But there were not only heroes. Many of that great warriors lost their faith in last days of the old world. Some of them were trying to find salvation in dark Gods promises of eternal life in unending slaughter, some in the bottom of the wine bottle celebrating the End Times. These apostates, traitors and oath-breakers were buried by the weight of their sins and under the wreckage of the world that was.
Millenias after, by the strange power of an ancient mechanism, they were brought to life if their existence can be called so. The strange person, ancient living dead, known as Prophet of the Twin-tail comet turned to this raised warriors of the old world with such words:"Maybe Sigmar think that we don't match to his shiny holly citadel, maybe He even didn't know of our existence, or maybe He's turned his sacred face against us. It doesn't matter for, because we are the damned sons of Sigmar, and now our accursed father will face us and tell us for why he abandoned his children.".
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