By Mike Lee
The second one novel within the new, high-profile Warhammer delusion sequence Time of Legends from Darkblade co-author Mike Lee. Nagash the Sorcerer tells the tale of the increase of Nagash, a clergyman king whose quest for immortality damned Nehekhara and its humans endlessly.
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I presumed you are going to want us to start the rites instantly. Nagash thought of the priest for an extended second, after which favoured Shepsu-het with a mirthless smile. At simply thirty-two, Nagash was once the youngest Grand Hierophant of any urban in Nehekharan heritage, and his actual presence crammed the funeral chamber. He was once tall for the folk of Khemri, and most well-liked the apparel of a warrior prince to the staid gowns of a clergyman. His white linen kilt used to be sure with a huge belt of good leather-based, studded with rubies and gold adorns within the form of scarabs. advantageous sandals of pink leather-based coated his toes, and a wide-sleeved open gown coated his extensive shoulders and the higher a part of his muscular fingers. His huge, tanned chest bore the scars of conflict, earned within the wild years of early maturity and nonetheless stark opposed to his nut-brown pores and skin. He had his fathers good-looking beneficial properties yet none of Kheteps heat, with a sq. chin and an aquiline nostril, yet a couple of eyes the color of polished onyx. His slim beard used to be certain in a queue with strips of hammered gold, within the demeanour of the royal loved ones, and his scalp used to be shaven and oiled to a lustrous sheen. Once back, you exhibit why i'm Grand Hierophant rather than you, Nagash acknowledged, stepping deeper into the room. He moved with a jungle cats grace, gliding nearly soundlessly around the stone flooring. You are an previous idiot, Shepsu-het. i select to wait upon my father by myself. He waved his arm on the doorway at the back of him. Begone. If i would like the help of a pack of prattling monkeys, I shall ship for you. The senior monks quailed sooner than Nagashs forbidding stare. They rose quick, as one, and shuffled out of the room. Shepsu-het went final, his expression unreadable underneath the sleek, golden positive aspects of his masks. As he departed, the determine of a tender priest slipped quietly throughout the doorway into the chamber. not like Nagash, the younger guy was once conservatively attired in a white gown and easy gold belt, yet his scarred face was once lit with an impudent grin, and his brown eyes have been sharp and calculating. That one skill you hassle, master, he murmured, observing Shepsu-het disappear from sight. Nagash stepped round the foot of the bier and folded his fingers, learning the physique of his useless father intimately. I think you think that I should still kill him, he stated absently. The younger priest shrugged, and stated, He has to be 150 years previous. There are herbs which could locate their approach into his wine: easy stuff you may locate within the temple kitchens, yet lethal while mixed within the correct approach. Or an asp may perhaps finally end up underfoot within the monks baths. Its been recognized to ensue. Nagash shrugged a little bit, listening with simply part an ear. His realization was once taken with the physique ahead of him, trying to find clues that will show how the priest king had died. Kheteps pores and skin had a yellow tinge from the natron wash the monks had given the corpse, however it couldn't totally hide the bodys gray pallor. even though good complicated in years, on the age of 1 hundred, Khetep nonetheless possessed a degree of the combating energy hed loved in his major.