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In the 62nd year of Qu’aph the Cunning, the blessed goddess of love and grace learned what it meant to hate.

The shadow swept across the sands more quietly than the wind. No dune disturbed, no water broke. Only the gardens stirred as birds of every feather took wing to sing in the sudden dusk. A shroud enveloped Bubasthis, through which even Ptra could not see, and where it fell, Basth’s children screamed, and their chosen servants dropped stone-dead.

Greetings, Nehekharans. I’m creating this log to track my hobby progress for my Basth-themed Tomb Kings army. It will be a small force from a temple dedicated to Nehekhara’s cat goddess, worshipped for her grace, love and protection, all things that would be lost with the coming of the Usurper, Nagash.

They are based for WHFB/The Old World, and will use base converters for games of AoS. Here’s my first regiment of skellies converted from Deathrattle and TK skeletons. Thanks for following and I hope you like. 

 

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5 hours ago, The Brotherhood of Necros said:

In the 62nd year of Qu’aph the Cunning, the blessed goddess of love and grace learned what it meant to hate.

The shadow swept across the sands more quietly than the wind. No dune disturbed, no water broke. Only the gardens stirred as birds of every feather took wing to sing in the sudden dusk. A shroud enveloped Bubasthis, through which even Ptra could not see, and where it fell, Basth’s children screamed, and their chosen servants dropped stone-dead.

Greetings, Nehekharans. I’m creating this log to track my hobby progress for my Basth-themed Tomb Kings army. It will be a small force from a temple dedicated to Nehekhara’s cat goddess, worshipped for her grace, love and protection, all things that would be lost with the coming of the Usurper, Nagash.

They are based for WHFB/The Old World, and will use base converters for games of AoS. Here’s my first regiment of skellies converted from Deathrattle and TK skeletons. Thanks for following and I hope you like. 

 

BA39F51C-59A2-4F24-8476-D3E8783A312E.jpeg

2999DBC7-0CE9-4C7F-856E-6FBD12578315.jpeg

B573BA51-83C6-4EFE-87BB-47154A0A66B4.jpeg

EC4779A1-D826-4C93-A279-EE10CA607FD5.jpeg

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BY LONG LOST NEHEKHARA A NEW TOMB KINGS BLOG HAS BEEN BORN!!!! These guys look amazing @The Brotherhood of Necros, and I can’t wait to see what you come up with next.

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Would that I had felt something. The coldness of that shadow as it swept overhead. The passing of my brethren from this life to the next. Not so. I went about my prayers like a blind beggar, oblivious to the horror unfolding above. Not until the first runner stumbled into the sanctuary did I glimpse it, etched in his stricken features: the turning of the hourglass on centuries of ritual and tradition. I heard it, in the cries carrying from the streets overhead, where before I had heard nothing. I, the Hierophant of Usirian, High Priest of Bubasthis’ Mortuary Cult, less wise to the welcoming of my people into my patron’s arms than the slave trembling prostrate at my feet.

 

Two of my Liche Priests. (Hierophant to come.)

 

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9 hours ago, The Brotherhood of Necros said:

Would that I had felt something. The coldness of that shadow as it swept overhead. The passing of my brethren from this life to the next. Not so. I went about my prayers like a blind beggar, oblivious to the horror unfolding above. Not until the first runner stumbled into the sanctuary did I glimpse it, etched in his stricken features: the turning of the hourglass on centuries of ritual and tradition. I heard it, in the cries carrying from the streets overhead, where before I had heard nothing. I, the Hierophant of Usirian, High Priest of Bubasthis’ Mortuary Cult, less wise to the welcoming of my people into my patron’s arms than the slave trembling prostrate at my feet.

 

Two of my Liche Priests. (Hierophant to come.)

 

5960BF3E-3966-43B4-BB6A-13019C8F0CD4.jpeg

3E4B84B1-45B3-4F97-8DD9-369D68DB3023.jpeg

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I really like what you have done with the Octren Glimscry model. It's not the easiest to kitbash, but yours read as Liche Priests immediately.

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