Once the spell of calling is cast the rising of the dead begins.
Slowly at first, they claw their way to the surface.
Time has no meaning for the dead,
so, it matters not that the rising lasts from dawn
to dusk.
The dead heard the call and march to war...
These are all plastic pieces that I painted in the early 2000's. Tomorrow the first units form up.
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