Ever since watching Monk's
video about the An Argent Host
event earlier this year, I've wanted to try my hand at
Necropolis28. While I
tend to find anyting but the most elementary list building inscrutible, I've
been reading the rules, and I have a couple of gatherings in mind.
The first is built around models I have been gathering or have made over the
last few months. These I'm putting together for their boney aspect and the
similarities in their faces. The ghost to the far left is a cast of a sculpt I
made last year. The middle two models are metal casts from Weeping
Warlock, and the spiky boi I got from
Tanner Simpson while at Under The
Dice Fest.
I haven't put together any story around these models, and like I said, I'm still
struggling with building a list around them. But, I imagine I'm close to a
playable gathering.
Meanwhile, I've got a pretty solid idea for a second gathering, of the plasma
aspect, that I'm pretty excited about. During a recent listen to one of my all
time favorites , Iron Maiden's Killers, I started to think of it as a concept
album and watched all the songs click into place. I grew up during the 80's, and
the Satanic Panic was a huge influence on me growing up. I loved heavy metal,
Dungeons & Dragons, and I lived in a rural part of the country where
self-proclaimed occult investigators were allowed into our schools. Bleak.
Anyway, I remembered stories where serial killers (most likely fictitious) would
kill as many people as they could that they could lord over them in hell. Leave
it to a fundamentalist whack job to come up with that one. That aside, I think
it makes an excellent basis for a plasm gathering. Led by the killer who
dispatched them all, his followers exist only to hate him and to serve him, even
now in this time beyond time.
- The killer, king, wrathful and mired mired in vanity and delusion
- The loner, hitchhiker, in the wrong place at the wrong time
- The lovers found unawares at Makeout Point, forever circling one another
- The frame job, victim of mistaken identity, trapped for eternity in a wicked
web
- The copycat, cowering, simpering in vile mimicry of his master
Since I set up the molding/casting shop in the garage, I feel like I need to up
the challenge level and hand sculpt and make casts of whatever models I make for
this gathering. Assuming I follow through, from story to models this will have
been the most I've ever put into a war band.
We Are Echoes
The Cairn-born and the Scions can pretend otherwise, with their clattering
forms - such noise they make, such vanity - but deep down we all know the
truth: our existence is but the faint remnant of lost aeons, too few of us
remember.
If I remember now it is to remember why I hate him, what he's done to us.
Bound by ridiculous decree, beyond the death of everything, we must serve.