Stories lament the fall of the Grand Library in hushed tones. The surviving archivists and their sworn knights fled clutching precious armfuls, all that remains of the knowledge assembled by humanity. Today the Twilight Order is scattered, working in isolated pairs to do and record what little good they can.
Another 30mm painting work on those beautiful and tiny miniatures from the kingdom death range. Hope you like it.
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