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…
In the pale light of the Moon I play the game of you…
Indeed the very process of construction and creation foreshadows destruction and decay...
So many wondrous joys! So many hopes and dreams..!
Finished the Eyes of the Nine!
Never took a full warband picture of my tzeentch stuff..
In this universe, all rots. In this universe, one must rot to survive.
Tribus the Seers stands ready..
Finally ready for a lick of paint!