One of my favorite Warhammer character's. A drug addict and compulsive gambler that became a kick-ass lich in command undead armies. This proves that some addict's can turn things around and better themselves.💀
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The words of power now rolled easily off Neferata's tongue, and the air began to crackle with invisible energies, harnessed to a force of will as great as any Arkhan had ever known save for Nagash himself. The immortal echoed every syllable, adding his will to her own, until the ritual circle seethed with power. The incantation was long and complex, stretching for many long minutes, and Arkhan felt the energies of the ritual building to a furious crescendo. The jar began to tremble, its lid rattling maniacally as gusts of steam billowed from the contents within. His lips peeled back in a ghastly, feral snarl as he smelled the fragrant odour of the rapidly quickening elixir. Arkhan threw back his head and cried out the words of the incantation in an exultant voice. The centuries seemed to unwind within him, and for a single instant he was once more a mighty warrior, a master of magic and conqueror who one made all Nehekhara tremble with fear. And then, immortal and queen cried out as one, and the ritual culminated in a shower of lambent sparks from the glyphs inscribed on the surface of the jar. Neferata staggered, momentarily stunned by the force of the power she'd commanded, but Arkhan's senses were razor-sharp. In an instant he was inside the circle, feeling the residual energies of the incantation burn across his skin as his hands closed about the curved surface of the jar. He felt the queen's eyes upon him. They cut through his raging thirst like a knife. He clutched the jar tightly, imagining that he could feel the strength of the elixir through the glazed walls of clay. If he drank it dry, it might give him the strength enough to tear open the collar and finally escape. Then again, it might not, and then where would he be? Neferata would not take such a betrayal lightly. And she already knew more than enough to continue studying Nagash's books without him, whether she realised it yet or not. Arkhan sank slowly to his knees. With an effort of supreme will, he raised the jar to Neferata, as a servant might proffer wine to his master. "Here, great one," he said in a hollow voice. "Drink of the fruits of your labour. Drink, and be restored." Neferata smiled at him, and Arkhan was secretly ashamed how it made his dead heart lurch in his chest. She came to him, graceful as a serpent, and took the jar from his unwilling hands. The queen raised the steaming vessel to her lips and took a long draught. A delicious shudder went through her slender frame. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh!" Arkhan watched in silence, gripped by a helpless despair. She would drink it all. He knew it. Months ago, she'd sworn to share every draught of elixir they made, just as King Lamashizzar had promised him long ago. But promises meant nothing to kings and queens, except when it suited them. Nagash had taught him that lesson well. He was surprised, therefore, when the queen lowered the jar to him once more. "Here, favoured servant," she said with a regal smile, her lips red with the sweet wine of stolen life. "Take your due." It took all the remaining willpower he had not to snatch the jar from Neferata's hands. Still, they trembled as he brought the rim of the jar to his lips and drank. The elixir flowed into his mouth like molten metal, setting every nerve alight. He stiffened, gulping greedily, as he felt a fraction of the old power return to his wasted limbs. It was a shadow of what he'd once felt as the the Undying King's right hand, but it was still greater by far than anything Lamashizzar had wrought. When he was done he sat back on his heels, gasping for breath. The queen was studying him, her dark eyes thoughtful. He met her gaze directly, too intoxicated for the moment to be cowed by her supernatural beauty. "Why, great one?" he asked. "What do you wish to gain from all this?" Neferata's lips curved in a crooked smile. "Besides eternal youth and power?" she asked. "Yes." The queen's smile faded. "Lahmia is in peril," Neferata replied, "and her king is too weak and too foolish to protect her. So I must instead." She cocked her head and regarded him appraisingly. "What of you? What do you wish, now that Nagash is dead and gone?" Arkhan did not reply for a moment. He felt the power coursing through his veins and drew a heavy breath. "What do I want? I want to ride a horse again, and cross the desert sands beneath the moonlight." Neferata quirked a delicate eyebrow. "Is that all?" The immortal gave her a tight-lipped smile and hefted a length of iron chain. "Forty-seven links," he said. "That equates to exactly twenty-three and a half paces. For the past one hundred and forty years, that has been the length and breadth of my entire world. What I wish for, great one, is nothing more than paradise." Neferata considered this, and then, to Arkhan's utter surprise, she reached down and laid a hand upon his cheek. Her skin smelt of sandalwood, and was warm as a summer breeze. She bent close to him, and her eyes seemed to swallow him whole. "I know what it's like to live every day as a prisoner," she said softly. "Keep your oath to me, Arkhan the Black, and I swear you will see your wish fulfilled." Then she was gone, retreating from the circle and returning the ritual materials to the way they were as Lamashizzar had left them. Arkhan hadn't felt her pluck the jar from his hands. He hadn't noticed it was gone until minutes after she'd departed. It was a long time before Arkhan crawled from the circle and curled up like a dog at the base of the sanctum wall. When his mind finally quieted enough to let him sleep, he dreamt of endless, moonlit sands, and the music of silver bells. The warm desert air caressed his face, smelling of sandalwood. Excerpt from "The Rise of Nagash"
Arkhan was the only dude from south lands who wanted to be my ally in my current campaign... Setra and the other tomb kings mocked me every single time i tried to initiate diplomacy... and i'm playing lizardmen campaign... well.. so be it..
I've been watching a lot of lore videos on Arkhan the Black recently as I find the character interesting and I don't think other videos have covered the content in this video. Really good information and the music was a nice touch.
Since Geedubs can't make up their mind, I'll share my personnel interpre5tation of Arkhan. I can of see him as genuinely loyal to Nagash, but in a nihilist sort of way. He knows his master is pure evil, but he also knows that he is bound to his service, and excepts this as his fate. Nagash is tremendous and powerful, and so it must be.
I've always seen Arkhan as having come to loathe and hate Nagash in life, but in death, he's bound to his master's will against his own. In AoS, he describes himself as representing the loyalty of Nagash. And the only one truly loyal to Nagash is Nagash.
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I love the way Arkhan always seems to feel some kind of human affection or soft spot for neferata when they meet
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One of my favorite Warhammer character's. A drug addict and compulsive gambler that became a kick-ass lich in command undead armies. This proves that some addict's can turn things around and better themselves.💀
Well look at Thanquol...shame that bettering himself meant destroying the world
Ahahaha what a View on him! Love it
He was still a noble tho
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The words of power now rolled easily off Neferata's tongue, and the air began to crackle with invisible energies, harnessed to a force of will as great as any Arkhan had ever known save for Nagash himself. The immortal echoed every syllable, adding his will to her own, until the ritual circle seethed with power.
The incantation was long and complex, stretching for many long minutes, and Arkhan felt the energies of the ritual building to a furious crescendo. The jar began to tremble, its lid rattling maniacally as gusts of steam billowed from the contents within. His lips peeled back in a ghastly, feral snarl as he smelled the fragrant odour of the rapidly quickening elixir. Arkhan threw back his head and cried out the words of the incantation in an exultant voice. The centuries seemed to unwind within him, and for a single instant he was once more a mighty warrior, a master of magic and conqueror who one made all Nehekhara tremble with fear.
And then, immortal and queen cried out as one, and the ritual culminated in a shower of lambent sparks from the glyphs inscribed on the surface of the jar. Neferata staggered, momentarily stunned by the force of the power she'd commanded, but Arkhan's senses were razor-sharp. In an instant he was inside the circle, feeling the residual energies of the incantation burn across his skin as his hands closed about the curved surface of the jar. He felt the queen's eyes upon him. They cut through his raging thirst like a knife.
He clutched the jar tightly, imagining that he could feel the strength of the elixir through the glazed walls of clay. If he drank it dry, it might give him the strength enough to tear open the collar and finally escape. Then again, it might not, and then where would he be? Neferata would not take such a betrayal lightly. And she already knew more than enough to continue studying Nagash's books without him, whether she realised it yet or not. Arkhan sank slowly to his knees. With an effort of supreme will, he raised the jar to Neferata, as a servant might proffer wine to his master. "Here, great one," he said in a hollow voice. "Drink of the fruits of your labour. Drink, and be restored." Neferata smiled at him, and Arkhan was secretly ashamed how it made his dead heart lurch in his chest. She came to him, graceful as a serpent, and took the jar from his unwilling hands.
The queen raised the steaming vessel to her lips and took a long draught. A delicious shudder went through her slender frame. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh!" Arkhan watched in silence, gripped by a helpless despair. She would drink it all. He knew it. Months ago, she'd sworn to share every draught of elixir they made, just as King Lamashizzar had promised him long ago. But promises meant nothing to kings and queens, except when it suited them. Nagash had taught him that lesson well. He was surprised, therefore, when the queen lowered the jar to him once more. "Here, favoured servant," she said with a regal smile, her lips red with the sweet wine of stolen life. "Take your due."
It took all the remaining willpower he had not to snatch the jar from Neferata's hands. Still, they trembled as he brought the rim of the jar to his lips and drank. The elixir flowed into his mouth like molten metal, setting every nerve alight. He stiffened, gulping greedily, as he felt a fraction of the old power return to his wasted limbs. It was a shadow of what he'd once felt as the the Undying King's right hand, but it was still greater by far than anything Lamashizzar had wrought. When he was done he sat back on his heels, gasping for breath. The queen was studying him, her dark eyes thoughtful. He met her gaze directly, too intoxicated for the moment to be cowed by her supernatural beauty. "Why, great one?" he asked. "What do you wish to gain from all this?"
Neferata's lips curved in a crooked smile. "Besides eternal youth and power?" she asked.
"Yes."
The queen's smile faded. "Lahmia is in peril," Neferata replied, "and her king is too weak and too foolish to protect her. So I must instead." She cocked her head and regarded him appraisingly. "What of you? What do you wish, now that Nagash is dead and gone?"
Arkhan did not reply for a moment. He felt the power coursing through his veins and drew a heavy breath. "What do I want? I want to ride a horse again, and cross the desert sands beneath the moonlight."
Neferata quirked a delicate eyebrow. "Is that all?"
The immortal gave her a tight-lipped smile and hefted a length of iron chain. "Forty-seven links," he said. "That equates to exactly twenty-three and a half paces. For the past one hundred and forty years, that has been the length and breadth of my entire world. What I wish for, great one, is nothing more than paradise."
Neferata considered this, and then, to Arkhan's utter surprise, she reached down and laid a hand upon his cheek. Her skin smelt of sandalwood, and was warm as a summer breeze. She bent close to him, and her eyes seemed to swallow him whole. "I know what it's like to live every day as a prisoner," she said softly. "Keep your oath to me, Arkhan the Black, and I swear you will see your wish fulfilled."
Then she was gone, retreating from the circle and returning the ritual materials to the way they were as Lamashizzar had left them. Arkhan hadn't felt her pluck the jar from his hands. He hadn't noticed it was gone until minutes after she'd departed. It was a long time before Arkhan crawled from the circle and curled up like a dog at the base of the sanctum wall. When his mind finally quieted enough to let him sleep, he dreamt of endless, moonlit sands, and the music of silver bells. The warm desert air caressed his face, smelling of sandalwood.
Excerpt from "The Rise of Nagash"
Thank you for that.
Arkhan was the only dude from south lands who wanted to be my ally in my current campaign... Setra and the other tomb kings mocked me every single time i tried to initiate diplomacy... and i'm playing lizardmen campaign... well.. so be it..
I've been watching a lot of lore videos on Arkhan the Black recently as I find the character interesting and I don't think other videos have covered the content in this video. Really good information and the music was a nice touch.
Arkhan later came to Bosnia and gave us some trouble as well.
Since Geedubs can't make up their mind, I'll share my personnel interpre5tation of Arkhan. I can of see him as genuinely loyal to Nagash, but in a nihilist sort of way. He knows his master is pure evil, but he also knows that he is bound to his service, and excepts this as his fate. Nagash is tremendous and powerful, and so it must be.
I've always seen Arkhan as having come to loathe and hate Nagash in life, but in death, he's bound to his master's will against his own. In AoS, he describes himself as representing the loyalty of Nagash. And the only one truly loyal to Nagash is Nagash.
I subscribed the very instant I finished this video. It's so hard to find good Arkhan lore videos, thank you good sir.
I love Arkham the Black. Was.even fortunate enough to get his first miniature before his End Times came out.
We all know that there is a high amount of implied innuendo in Arkhan being chained back up by Neferata
Arkhan is the strongest character in Warhammer because he can say the N-word.
(Nagash)
HOW DOES THIS HAVE ONLY 5K VIEWS!!!!
Awesome channel man, just subscribed
I enjoy your videos a lot.
You are awesome and thank you for your good works.
His tomb blade is called Zefet-kar, and the staff is called Khenash-an. Screw everything the Warhammer game says.
Deadly purpose
Great stuff ! Love these videos
I really appreciate your work. It's on par with inept general and Arch. A shame I got unsubbed for the third time now
Very good video
Where can I find a list of the Warhammer books in order?
Black library has a list I think. Start with the Nagash Trilogy
Hey man, Im kinda here but I really like ur stuff and if I could make a request could u do a wood elf lore video, anyway look forward to more from u, PEACE✌
Once again great video let down by the quiet audio of you speaking and BACKGROUND MUSIC TOO HIGH.
Seems a good balance to me.
The music in the background is annoying, sorry
Shut up