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Page 1. NAGASH THE SORCERER. A Warhammer 'Time of Legends' novel. By Mike Lee. Two millennia before the time of. Sigmar, the mighty kingdom of. Full text of "Warhammer Fantasy Novels PDF". See other formats. TIME OF LEGENDS A Rise of Nagash short story MIKE LEE Table of Contents Cover Picking. Nagash was actually a special character back when it was just Warhammer Armies: Undead and all the.
He must return to Azyr, for the Sacrosanct Chambers would be mustering for a new war, and his brotherhood had need of him. He took up his astral hammers and ran to meet them, knowing full well he went to his death. A robed figure drifted over the cold Shyishan dunes towards the Crystal Gates, his many mouths muttering in a dozen different languages at once.
Bangles chimed on his four slender arms, and motes of light like collapsing constellations glimmered under his voluminous hood. He had led many key players in a secret dance, manipulating their actions to music only he could hear.
With the other unwitting participants sliding into place at the last, his master would be pleased with the chorus of anarchy that resulted. The daemon shapeshifter could feel the energy of potential futures crackling in the air.
The greatest change to befall the Mortal Realms since the coming of the Great Game was mere moments away. Soon, those energies that mortals sought to tame — and gods too, come to that — would be unleashed, never to be truly controlled again. The Deathrunner Spark-eye gave the signal, and as one the Clan Slynk skaven held their breath.
The cool air of Nagashizzar above them was filled with a gale of spirit hosts, swirling around the purple-black monoliths that formed the outer skin of the Great Pyramid. The time was nigh.
As the shadow of the penultimate obelisk slid over the Slynk adepts, Spark-eye shut his eyes. His fellows did the same.
In a single instant he and his shrouded killers shade-stepped from the city into the sky, skitterleaping to cling to the underside of the giant black monolith casting gloom on the city below. They leapt, one after another, through the gap. Spark-eye smirked as he climbed up inside the Great Black Pyramid and into the gloom beyond.
There was a reason he had put Glidsnik to the rear. He had never really liked the backstabbing little sneak anyway. Nagash of Nehekhara felt the fires of anticipation in his chest. Once cold and barely smouldering, they now roared like a furnace. The last time he had felt this way was when he had condemned the lands of his birth to a hideous demise by plague, followed by an eternity of undeath. What a glorious time that had been. Even if it was a world away, it still gave him satisfaction to think of it.
Now, a new world order was imminent, with Nagash at its very heart. The prophecies had been unfortunate.
Many a mortal, deludedly thinking itself more than a mere a puppet, had striven to disrupt his plans. Even the gods had united against him. Some had almost succeeded, but they had failed at the last. He had kept Khorne occupied with the Red Mist in Aqshy, releasing the anger of a hundred slain death gods through the Abyssal Fires. Tyrion and Teclis, for all their talk of enlightenment and illumination, kept to their own borders and their obsession with Slaanesh, little realising their insularity doomed them as much as any overcommitment.
Soon after, he had released the ghost of the dead moon Morrsleib from its bondage to feast on the secrets of men in the form of Lunaghast. The Architect of Fate had been kept busy ever since. All the while, that fat fool Nurgle was busy trying to redefine the realms themselves, preoccupied with bringing riotous life to lands whose very nature rejected fecundity.
Gorkamorka had moved against him with surprising speed and efficacy, so much so that Nagash was unsure the greenskin god did not have a shadowy sponsor working behind him. These are very different to those found in Warhammer 40,, and each turn of Apocalypse is made up of four distinct phases. The key thing here is that the Damage phase comes after the Action phase. This means that each of your units will still get to be activated even if they have taken damage that may take them out of action!
No longer will your favourite Character perish or that newly painted unit be wiped out before they actually get to do something. After you have activated a Detachment in the Action phase, your opponent then gets to activate one of theirs. This is due to the way that damage works in Apocalypse. Speaking of damage, that brings us onto the next big difference on the datasheets — the weapons. As the battles raged, the Liche Priests looked on.
Their bodies, already extended far beyond their natural span, were unaffected by Nagash's spell. They had survived the rise and fall of Nagash, whose sorcerous power they could not match, but it looked like the warring Tomb Kings were going to destroy what remained of Nehekhara.
As king smote king, Khatep broke the seals to Settra's pyramid and began to recite the incantation of awakening. In undeath, Settra hungered for the domination of his fellow Tomb Kings, and he would suffer no rival to his rule. Settra waded into the carnage. His Herald, Nekaph, stood as ever by his side.
Together, they led Settra's elite Tomb Guard and quickly carved a path through the rival Skeleton legions. Settra struck down dozens of lesser Tomb Kings who stood against him, powdering their bones to dust and destroying them utterly.
Not even Arkhan the Black, with his command of dark sorcery, could prevail against Settra's strength of arms, and he was forced to flee Khemri. Before long, all the Tomb Kings bowed their heads to Settra the Imperishable — the undisputed ruler of all Nehekhara. Settra's fury was great; his cities were in ruins, his treasures had been plundered and much of his kingdom had been lost to foreign invaders.
The golden paradise he was promised did not exist, and worst of all, it appeared as if the ancient gods had abandoned Nehekhara. Grand Hierophant Khatep cowered before the outraged king and told the history of Nehekhara since his passing over two thousand years before. As best he could, Khatep told Settra of the spell that the foul Nagash had cast, cursing Nehekhara for all time. Once he had learned all he could from Khatep, he commanded that the Tomb Kings return to their eternal rest.
The Liche Priests were given the duty of watching over the tombs and of awakening his vassal kings as needed. Settra vowed that he would stay vigilant, taking stock of the world and waging war as was his right. Never again would he slumber, lest his kingdom slide into ruin once more. Settra set about restoring his former empire without delay. In particular, he watched for the return of the hated Nagash, he who had cursed his realm, for he knew that the necromancer might yet reappear in the world and that Nagash's sorcery could still threaten his immortality.
So it was that Nehekhara became the Land of the Dead and Settra the Imperishable renewed his rulership, which would become known as the Reign of Millions of Years.
The barbaric warriors plundered several tombs before the Skeleton Warriors of Settra's legions began to rise from the sands to bar their escape. Even as the Marauders prepared to face this threat, the skies began to darken.
The barbarians gazed to the heavens, and a heartbeat later, a cloud of arrows fell amongst them that cut down hundreds of warriors. In the wake of the volley, vast flocks of Carrion descended upon the wounded and the dying, razor-sharp beaks tearing open throats and bellies.
Valgar then redressed his surviving warriors' ranks and prepared to meet the approaching Skeleton battle line. Axes clashed with spears as the two forces collided, but wherever Valgar fought, the Undead were hewn by his axe or crushed beneath the hooves of his daemonic steed. Despite Valgar's fearsome skill, his forces were vastly outnumbered and his own warriors were growing tired, their strength sapped by the punishing glare of the desert sun. In the distance, Valgar could see a single figure emerge through the heat-haze, a majestic warrior riding forwards on a golden chariot.
Valgar raised his rune-covered axe to the air and bellowed a challenge to the new-comer — a challenge that was answered with a rumble of thunder. As the two generals collided, Settra swung his enchanted blade in a mighty arc that decapitated Valgar's daemonic mount in a single blow.
Even as Valgar's steed was slain from beneath him, the chieftain's axe glowed with baleful energy, and it was suddenly wreathed in sorcerous flames. The axe bit deep into Settra's chest and set his form ablaze. Before Valgar could enjoy his victory, Settra's body exploded into a ravenous swarm of beetles that stripped the chieftain's flesh from his bones before flying back to the Great Pyramid of Khemri to regenerate the Tomb King's immortal form.
Only a dozen Marauders managed to survive and escape back to their frozen realm, bloodied, but rich beyond their wildest dreams. The men of the north had not only dared to enter his realm, soiling the desert with their barbaric feet, they had the temerity to face him in battle, even going so far as to strike him down. However, most heinous of all crimes had been the bold act of laying their lowborn hands upon the Crown of Nehekhara — a deed that brought with it a sentence of death.
Settra the Imperishable would punish the barbarians for their insolence by staining the sands of their homeland red with their blood.
The King of Nehekhara turned to his Liche Priests and ordered them to awaken his vassal kings; the combined might of Nehekhara's armies was going to war. Settra's war fleets sailed north, towards the frozen wastelands, laden with legions of Undead soldiers and war-constructs. Each of those men had become a chieftain in his own right, with the wealth they brought back from the Land of the Dead securing them much power and many followers.
Several had become Champions of Chaos and now they led whole tribes of merciless warriors and mutated monsters. Settra's warhost collided with the iron-clad Warriors of Chaos across the entire length of the northern lands. Enormous statues strode relentlessly through driving blizzards, and regiments of Skeleton Chariots tirelessly ploughed through snow-drifts in their hunt for the guilty.
Dragon Ogres were cut down by powerful Ushabti , Trolls were turned into pillars of sand by Sepulchral Stalkers and grotesque Giants were slain by the monstrous claws of ferocious Necrosphinxes.
Driven by Settra's unyielding will, the legions of Nehekhara were unstoppable. Within five years only one of the dozen Mauraders remained alive, and only a single treasure — the Crown of Nehekhara — remained unclaimed. Settra's revenge was almost at hand. In the intervening years, Khagul's victories had seen him become a mighty Champion of Chaos , imbued with the power of Dark Gods whose names men fear to speak.