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It's been so long since I've wrote or posted anything on here, I have toyed with a Necron story for over a year and haven't quite found the way I wanted to portray my Lord over so hopefully this will be the beginning of me doing that.

Here it goes:

The passage of time is never endingand to those that have escaped mortality it is nothing but an amusement. For aeons millions of scarabs continuously worked throughout the tomb, always running maintainance protocols and routines; never ceasing for a moment. The army and its armories constantly monitored, checked for the slightest change in its degrading through time but they never did. The Crownworld of Zehnlehnr was lucky to not circum to the passage of time, its halls were instact and the infostructor was holding strong.

Deep beneath the world layed the resting place of the Phaeron that ruled over this system and another 12 systems, compling together to form a Dynasty that contained 86 worlds in its height of power. In the last days before the long sleep Phaeron Kroethynr would see his rule diminished down to but a handful of planets, through wars and planetary catastophies this Crownworld and its systems planets are all that remain of his once proud empire.

In life Kroethynr was a proud and noble Necrontyr, following his bio-transferance he began arrogant and selfish, anticipating the long sleep that was coming he started a campaign to seize control over neightbouring systems that were still weak from their wars with the Old Ones. At the completion of this he was betrayed by another Phaeron, the last moments before his stasis cast was closed and activated he recieved reports of the systems under is control has been taken from him.

From the Lord Phaerons casket came a seismic wave of etheral green energy, crackling down the lond vast halls andalong the ridges of the obsidean archetecture. The tomb filled with power, crushing against the earth that layed across its enterences as if it was trying to pound a path for the arrival of the sleeping ruler. wave after wave errupted from the crypt, each time as the earth and debris gave way and fell to the ground the Canoptek Scarabs swarmed to de-atomise it from existance. With the last wave the necropolis fell silent, not far from the lords crypt three Canoptek Spyders were the first to be activated, each one was unique in design the necrodermis of each was intriculately pattern and processed a variety of appendages containing tools and other weaponary.

As the Spyders entered the Lords chambers the walls archetecture glew more vibrant as they got closer to the casket which stood in the centre, the room's layout was hexagonal by design; all baring no distintive markings except for one facing which had multiple trophies some from long dead civilizations. The display contained a skull from an Eldar prince dating back millions of years, the temporal stablisors surrounding it made it look as fresh as the day it was severed from the rest of the body, the look of horror still showing on its face. The Phaerons casket cracked open violently, the out most layers of the shell rolling back from their inter locking positions to reveal a tall slender metallic body; the design was extremely intricate which would marvel any race that could ever gaze upon it. Flawless crystals were slotted inside a gold and obsidian cloak that was drapped over his left shoulder, the shoulder guards were themselves were larger in comparsion to the rest of the body; making him looking more terroifying to the naked eyes.

Thats as far as I have got, sorry about any gammar errors....