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"chivalry, love and duty all fall at the feet of death. There is no chivalry only disgrace. There is no love only hate. Your only duty is to me."
Mallobaude stands above his army. He is resplendent in baroque armour and mounted upon a huge steed, it heaves unnaturally at the scent in the air. The wind blows his long platinum hair. The moon shines of his alabaster skin and glints off the fangs that slip onto his lip.
To his side is the undying beauty of Morgiana le Fey. She turns her powdered face and gives her lord a sly smile and a nod. Mallobaude turns to the small man huddled over a pile of bones.
"Melehan my child, come to me, we have much to do."
The small man turns and looks up, the moonlight bounces off the rusting bronze faceplate that mask him. The man nods and shuffles after Mallobaude. Through rank upon rank of corpses given life, ancient Bretons alongside the freshly dead. Feral beasts lurking in between the ranks and huge shadows dashing across the moon.
Mallobaude reaches the head of his host, surrounded by the grim shadows of once proud knights.
"Come tonight the realm shall be shown a true lord, for the masters of death are the masters of all."

So enthused by GW actually advancing a story me and some friends began a little End times fantasy project, I may have gone overboard..

I chose Bretonnian themed vampire counts cos why not haha, I went with the story in the Nagash end times book of Arkhan the black turning the kings son Mallobaude into a vampire and leading a rebellion in bretonnia. Also we decided to do fantasy unbound to an extent cos ya know, reasons.

Here is my first 500 points and a bit more fluff for them

Melehan stalked through the town’s graveyard, the earth swollen with fresh corpses after the chaos incursions into Brettonia. His bronze mask reflecting the moonlight onto his callous hands as they turn and twine through the motions of his foul sorcery. Calling upon the ancient words his master had taught him he strikes the ground with his dark energy. At first nothing, He shifts nervously in his robe, his hunched form turning. Then the earth begins to crack and rumble, to the north a mass grave, opens up and the newly risen dead shamble out groaning. At Melehans feet the ground ruptures and a skeletal hand bursts out, Men at arms now stand in silent formation. Finally to the south a great crypt door shudders open, coughing dust into the moonlight, and from the doors parade out a brotherhood of knights, their ghostly steeds riding through the gravestones and crypts as if it was meadow grass. Melehan takes his place with the Skeletal Militia and marches out with The Dead of Mont-de-Marsen









Hope you enjoy, C&C appreciated, Ill take some more pics of the rest tomorrow in better light
-Spicy

Love the fluff and the paint job, could use some bright colours here or there, but that could just be me. Or the photos :>

Norn king- Thanks man, yeah I know what you mean, The heroes have a bit more colour to them, tried to keep the infantry dingy :p

Very cool. I did an undead bretonian army back in the day, fun to see another one rising from the earth.