The Broken Host..
The Walking Silver City..
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What used to be the greatest of men, now only a twisted form of what or who they were, driven only by a primal force…
The Silver City that Walks..
In the shadow of titans that dims the sunshine of our day,
In the pale light of the Moon I play the game of you…
Worlds have passed and so too has time
My slumber now disturbed
This place of hate, thy worlds shall burn
The Silver Tower of Proditor walks..
Time sure flies by fast cause it is “that” time again!
Bit of a sideproject here as I paint a huge BB team for a friend!
The gracious people at WD gave me a batch of high-res pics of my Tor Megiddo warband!