A name. Flickering glimpses of light and places.
The name is true. Lost yet remembered. It is a beacon in an ocean whirling darkness. The name commands. Reforging fragments of a lost life. Memories that lingers like haunting spectres. A dreamless sleep. Plains rolling under a burning sun. Cities of white and marvel. A stolen existence.
++Brother Az’mekh Rhan++
Echoing inside. The name. My name. The sorcerer pushing back the void. Reality returning. Damp, filtered. Crashing away and fading back in. Deathless servitude. Eternally bound.
“Yes, magister.” The sparking vox chamber is a stark contrast to the psychic commands from the sorcerer.
++It is time to awaken. The war on Fate itself continues.++
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Yes, it is done! The epic Thousand Sons Osiron Pattern Contemptor. It was an absolute joy painting this model. The details, the different textures and opportunities to try out new techniques. I tried to push myself here. I did some new things like painting the red gems with dark to light blending and white spotting.
Check out Brother Az’mekh Rhan of the XVth Legion.
Big thanks for all the feedback and pep during the WIP. It really helped me taking it one step further.
The War on Fate itself continues!