The Exiled Dead - Warband Review
The Exiled Dead: A Warhammer Underworlds Warband Review The Spitewood lay ahead, its twisted boughs knotted together to form a dark canopy. Deintalos needed supplies of Aqua Ghyranis to further his experiments with the Force Dynamic. With a silent gesture of his stave, the archwalkers lurched into the gloom of the forest. The Necrarch drifted forward at the centre of his macabre procession. Arcs of pale electricity crackled intermittently around his gaunt form, crawling across his staff and snapping through the air before fading into the shadows. Behind him clattered the Exiled Dead, each animated corpse bound to his command through the precise manipulation of the Force Dynamic. Limbs jerked and straightened as unseen energies tugged at bone and sinew, guiding their awkward strides across the forest floor. Archwalkers lurched between the trees, their unnatural gait scraping bark and snapping brittle branches as they obeyed their master’s silent instructions. Somewhere within the Spit...