IMMORTAL REALMS VAMPIRE WARS HOT SEAT FREE

Many of their units fill their foes with terror and devastate their morale while being immune to morale damage themselves, causing enemy forces to panic and falter, and any losses taken are inconsequential as they can be easily replaced by raising their own dead against them. With their solid melee infantry, fast cavalry, powerful monstrous units and excellent flying units, the Vampire Counts are masters of aggressive attacks and bold maneuvers. Where once stood defiant enemy soldiers now stand twitching corpse-puppets devoid of any determination save to serve the morbid fiends that now command them. The Midnight Aristocracy are masters of Death Magic and Necromancy and those that fall before their might will soon rise again.

Those that attempt to stem their relentless onslaught will soon learn that there are fates in this world that are worse than death. Legions of moldering soldiers wear down their enemies without fear or hesitation whilst colossal, contorted aberrations and bat-winged beasts crush all who dare stand in their way.Īll tremble before the unliving masters of Sylvania, for they are a blasphemy against nature and reason. In battle, they are a fearsome force to behold. Their advance is heralded by encroaching mists no wind can displace, trees twisting and buckling as though in agony, and a gathering darkness of supernatural perpetuity. The presence of the living dead is a corruption upon the face of the world and as they expand their holdings, the very land they occupy is transformed. The unliving host advances, a tide of resurrected corpses, driven on by necromantic magic and the immortal will of the Vampire Counts. In the eternal gloom of ancient tombs can be heard the scrape of bone on bone, wordless moans, and the clank of rusted armour.

IMMORTAL REALMS VAMPIRE WARS HOT SEAT FREE

Upon fen and moor, creatures of darkness that have haunted the nightmares of Men for millennia break free from ancient cairns and age-worn mausoleums, shaking the ground beneath them and eclipsing the moon as they spread their tattered wings and take to the skies. In the forsaken lands of Sylvania, the undead battalions of the Vampire Counts gather. Let cold fingers grip time-worn blades, and unseeing eyes survey the fields of slaughter. Let the splintered bones burrow from the grave pall. 'Awake O Dead, for there can be no rest for ye beneath the earth.

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