For thousands of years, armies have marched and fought across the Old World. There is barely a field, hill or valley that has not seen fierce fighting at some point in the past.
Going as far back as the time of Sigmar and even earlier, these great battles have left unmarked graves beyond counting. Such charnel fields attract Dark Magic, and the souls of some warriors remain trapped in the material realm.
Some are the spirits of men betrayed by their commanders, others of cowars who were cut down as they ran, or those who died a violent and unexpected death.
As the regiments of past massacres claw their way to surface, their empty eyes sockets glow with unholy power. Silently, they gather together in a semblance of their old ranks, mutely awaiting their commnds of their new lord.
Driven by the undying will of a Vampire, these ragged warriors can still wield their swords and spears, and raise a shield to block an enemy attack. A mortal who dares to fight agains army od skeletons is confronted by rank upon rank of ghastly apparitions. Who could remain unafraid with soldiers of antiquity towards him?
"Surrender and serve me in life, or die and slave for me in death"
~Vlad von Carstein
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