When the master calls the hordes of undead skeletons form units to go to war.
Silent in voice, the only noise they make in the clanking of weapons and the creaking of bones, enough to warn those who are observant that the Army of the Dead is on the march.
What they lack in brains and muscles they make up in relentless ferocity.
They have no feelings, no morals, and no fear.
They only know the need to fight and kill for their master.
So, for the living, fear the coming of the Skeletons of War.
The skeleton horde marches to war, soon to be joined by the rest of the army of the dead.
These are mostly plastic piece that I painted for Warhammer in the early 2000's.
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