Games Workshop Warhammer AoS - Nighthaunt Lady Olynder, 40-06

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This multi-part plastic kit contains the components necessary to assemble Lady Olynder, Mortarch of Grief. Accompanied by banshee handmaidens and bearing the life-taking Staff of Midnight, the Mortarch of Grief reduces dangerous foes to paroxysms of crippling grief.

For each wound that is healed, reduce the number of wounds allocated to the model by 1, to a minimum of 0.The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. A model cannot issue more than 1 command in the same phase and a unit cannot receive more than 1 command in the same phase.

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Mortal wounds caused while a unit is attacking are allocated at the same time as wounds caused by the unit’s attacks: after all of the unit’s attacks have been made. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. In mine I based her in Celestial Grey and then painted a thin layer of Corax White and then thinned down Nihilakh Oxide to catch the details.

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Despite his supreme intellect, the Great Necromancer, in his long plans, had allowed his logical mind to strategise without factoring in the emotions of mortals. When she was alive, Lady Olynder was a plotter and schemer who sought to improve her status by showing false remorse. Hovering above the ground in her ghastly bridal dress and veil, little can be seen of her form other than the outline of a skull. Her bridal train, ruined and shredded, flows out behind her, with a wisp of this ethereal garment attaching the miniature to its base. So great was her appeal that she wound her way upwards, winning the hearts of nobles and then, eventually, the Dolorum prince himself.