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…
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Worlds have passed and so too has time
My slumber now disturbed
This place of hate, thy worlds shall burn
Never took a full warband picture of my tzeentch stuff..
In this universe, all rots. In this universe, one must rot to survive.
And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws..
My giant for Legen ready for paint..
Finally ready for a lick of paint!
Quick update of what’s cooking.
Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god..