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She emerged from between the trees and her light was like the coming of spring on a cold winter’s morning. Far below, the forest was a patchwork of withered glades and walking dead, but she had only eyes for the abomination sailing towards her on ragged wings and the entourage of monsters...

Thanks, Kassill! Here are a few more. What happens when Life meets Death? She emerged from between the trees and her light was like the coming of spring on a cold winter’s morning. Far below, the forest was a patchwork of withered glades and walking dead, but she had only eyes for the...

Great colours on the bone! (And an inventive use of coffee!)

Sooo close to finishing this guy... Apologies for the radio silence. I've been working on him for weeks and have been resisting the urge to update you with every step! Hoping to complete him this weekend. *Maniacal cackle* In the dark corners of Necros, the Necrarchs endure...

Here we go... I've never painted anything of this size before — wish me luck!

Thank you! I'm having such a good time working on them. Up this month, the Casket of Khepra. If you're interested in the fluff behind this ancient artefact and its ravenous occupants, you can read more about it here.

Cheers, robtion! Thrilled you like them, thanks for the kind words. Abel is a head-swap with another classic Necrarch mini (the acolyte at the front of the coven). He has two Spirit Host arms to complete the decrepit, skeletal look that just never goes out of fashion for the Necrarchs. xD

They are watching us. From the moment we crossed over into this fecund place in search of it, I knew eyes on me, felt its attention shift, infinitesimal speck by speck, a vast consciousness like the hive mind of a colony of wardroth grubs turning its antlered head our way. Even now, it tracks us...

It took me most of the day but I'm finally calling this finished. Neferata's handmaidens aren't the only coven to take to battle atop their thrones. Abel the Unwritten and his acolyte march forth, forbidden lore in hand, dragged by the bound spirits of those who once carved a home beneath...

A little work on his father, Abel: “Necromancy, a written art, its secrets consecrated in blood, His Word made flesh. For the longest time, that was all I saw; runes and languages that sought to confound me even as I learned them. Never did I stop to study that on which they were written...

"Tell me a story, Abel." One sandalled foot on the marble steps, my brother stops. "A story, Teacher?" "That is what I said." He tugs at the sleeves of his robes, eyes unblinking, and I almost imagine I can see them playing out behind those glassy orbs: a hundred tales, a thousand sagas...

A few more tweaks to make but pretty much calling these guys done! My Blood-Fat Bats, hurling themselves on ragged mainsails through amethystine skies.

Hi, Count Vashra! Cheers for stopping by and commenting on the piece. Yes, new-ish here. I had an account about 10 years ago but have recently become active in the hobby again and thought it was time for a fresh start. That's it for this piece — just a stream of consciousness about a person...

Calling it a night now — it's my first full week back at work tomorrow after the Christmas hols (booo) — but I wanted to leave you with a first look at my Necrarch-themed Blood Knights:

Cheers for the welcome, Irisado! I'm looking forward to finding out more about everyone's armies and vampires! T