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Aos undying legion9/7/2023 ![]() Legends tell that the Desert Gods then transformed the lands into a verdant realm and ruled there for thousands of years until the birth of the race of Man. Ptra and the Desert Gods were victorious, and the evil ones retreated north to escape destruction. Riding a resplendent golden chariot, he drove the darkness back even the most powerful Daemon recoiled from the touch of his divine light. In numerous inscriptions, carved on the tombs and monuments of ancient cities, it is written that Ptra, the Sun God and king of the Nehekharan pantheon, led the final battle against the dark powers. It was believed by the ancient Nehekharans that when the Desert Gods first arrived in the Great Land, they fought the armies of vile Daemons and foul spirits that lurked there in great battles that lasted for many centuries. According to the myths and legends of Nehekhara, in the time before Men, gods walked the world as mortals. The ancient kingdom of Nehekhara was at its most powerful when other tribes of Men were still primitive and savage, about two and a half thousand years before the coming of the barbarian hero, Sigmar Heldenhammer. Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide ReviewĪn ancient carved depiction of the soldiers of Nehekhara fighting side-by-side with the High Elves against daemonic legions. 1.5 An Age of Kings: The Reign of a Million Years (-1149 to 2518 IC).1.4 The Awakening: The Rise of the Tomb Kings (-1151 to -1149 IC).1.3 The Great Treachery: Nagash the Necromancer (-2000 to -1151 IC).1.2 Cult of the Dead: The Mortuary Priests (-2460 to -2000 IC).1.1 The Founding: The Rise of Settra (-2500 to -2460 IC).Ancient, emotionless and spiteful to all those that have slighted them, woe betide those foolish enough to stand before their silent onslaught. They have returned to reclaim that which is rightfully theirs, their legions innumerable, rising up from the scorching sand brandishing weapons of polished bronze and priceless gold. Rising from their decrepit sarcophagi, the mummified rulers of Nehekhara awoke with eyes of burning balefire, their thirst for power, conquest and vengeance just as strong in death as in life. Įven as their ancient civilisation now lies buried beneath the sand, its once verdant plains turned to searing desert and their mighty and glorious empire fractured and in ruin, the Tomb Kings have once more awoken from their deep sleep. The living of Nehekhara perished long ago in a single, mournful night, and in their absence, the dead stirred from their graves and claimed the land anew. ![]() But this great realm was destroyed millennia ago through acts of great treachery and powerful sorcery. In this long-lost age, Nehekhara's mighty rulers reigned as living gods amongst men. Long ago, during an ancient and forgotten age, Nehekhara stood as a shining beacon of civilisation and Human achievement a golden age when its cities shone with a majestic splendour, its buildings crafted from magnificent marble and limestone, its armies capable of conquering entire kingdoms. For they had once ruled a mighty and far-flung empire during a time when the rest of Mankind were little more than savage barbarians. Out of all the unliving creatures that would claim dominion and royalty over the dead, only the Tomb Kings could truly claim such masterful and undisputed sovereignty. The Tomb Kings, known as the Priest Kings in their former lives, are the undying rulers of Nehekhara, an ancient civilisation of Men that formed a great and powerful empire some two thousand five hundred years before the birth of Sigmar Heldenhammer and the founding of the Empire. The icon of Nehekhara, the ancient land of the Tomb Kings. Extract from the Liber Necris, translated by Mannfred von Carstein. The Name of the one who cursed them to their existence, more than death but less than life. ![]() ![]() And sometimes, in ghastly dry voices, like the rustling of sun-baked reeds, they whisper the one word they remember from life. They haunt the shifting dunes of the breathless, windless night, brandish weapons of bronze in mocking challenge and bitter resentment of the life they no longer possess. " In that dread desert, beneath the moon´s pale gaze, dead men walk. Not to be confused with Tomb King (Title). ![]()
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