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Desert Ancients Faction Hero: Bone Herald
Bone Herald:
All throughout the vast deserts that encompass the lands far to the south, the sand dunes and barren flats swirl under the torrent of wind storms. As these storms sweep across the barren wasteland, the sands fly into the air forming sand storms the likes of which few mortals have seen. With winds whipping at speeds comparable to the hurricanes of the distant sea, the sand slices through the air, buffeting the mountainsides and eroding away all things not made of metal or stone.
One would think this a natural appearance, however, once the sand storms subside, the true horror of what has been brought forth is revealed. Legions upon legions of skeletal warriors march forth, thousands awakened from their desert tombs by the magics of the sand storms. At their head strides a single figure, waving paper of old and crusted papyrus and evoking the will of their master upon all to be subjugated.
The Bone Herald is the voice of the Tomb Pharaohs, exacting the demands of the crude and strong masters as they march ahead of the legions. Their raspy, sandy voices speak in an ancient language that none can understand. The meaning is clear enough though: beware the coming of the pharaohs who will retake their great empire.
Borne aloft upon an immaculate palanquin made of ancient wood and weathered gold, the Bone Herald reads the words of the pharaoh from the papyrus sheet, whipping those around in battle for the glory of their legionaries. Wearing unique headdresses to signify their status and importance, the Bone Heralds have emerged from the sand of the storms to reap a terrible vengeance upon the world of the living.
Desert Ancients Faction Hero: Bone Herald
Bone Herald:
All throughout the vast deserts that encompass the lands far to the south, the sand dunes and barren flats swirl under the torrent of wind storms. As these storms sweep across the barren wasteland, the sands fly into the air forming sand storms the likes of which few mortals have seen. With winds whipping at speeds comparable to the hurricanes of the distant sea, the sand slices through the air, buffeting the mountainsides and eroding away all things not made of metal or stone.
One would think this a natural appearance, however, once the sand storms subside, the true horror of what has been brought forth is revealed. Legions upon legions of skeletal warriors march forth, thousands awakened from their desert tombs by the magics of the sand storms. At their head strides a single figure, waving paper of old and crusted papyrus and evoking the will of their master upon all to be subjugated.
The Bone Herald is the voice of the Tomb Pharaohs, exacting the demands of the crude and strong masters as they march ahead of the legions. Their raspy, sandy voices speak in an ancient language that none can understand. The meaning is clear enough though: beware the coming of the pharaohs who will retake their great empire.
Borne aloft upon an immaculate palanquin made of ancient wood and weathered gold, the Bone Herald reads the words of the pharaoh from the papyrus sheet, whipping those around in battle for the glory of their legionaries. Wearing unique headdresses to signify their status and importance, the Bone Heralds have emerged from the sand of the storms to reap a terrible vengeance upon the world of the living.