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.