Long before The Decimation, when the dead still whispered and the veil between life and afterlife thinned with every passing war, there were kings who refused to yield—even in death. Arkhavel, the Drowned Sovereign, was one such ruler. Buried beneath a collapsed barrow deep within the northern reaches of the Old Country, Arkhavel was not claimed by Vesnia’s law, nor guided by Koasis’ peace. Instead, something older answered his defiance. When magic was hunted and burned from the world, it did not vanish—it twisted, sank, and festered in forgotten places. His tomb became one such place. Now risen, crowned in decay and bound in frostbitten iron, the Draugr King does not command an army—he is the army. Each step draws the restless dead from the soil, each breath carries the chill of a grave long sealed. He does not rage, nor does he speak. He simply advances, as though fulfilling a fate written long before The Decimation ever began. Some scholars believe Arkhavel is a failed herald—one who reached for ascension and was denied. Others claim he is proof of a far more dangerous truth: Death itself was never meant to be ruled… and yet, something has learned how.
Each model is made to order to ensure the highest quality possible.
If painting services are selected, you will be contacted for details regarding your preferred color scheme and style.
If no guidance is provided, the model will be painted according to the artist’s interpretation based on the original render.
Long before The Decimation, when the dead still whispered and the veil between life and afterlife thinned with every passing war, there were kings who refused to yield—even in death. Arkhavel, the Drowned Sovereign, was one such ruler. Buried beneath a collapsed barrow deep within the northern reaches of the Old Country, Arkhavel was not claimed by Vesnia’s law, nor guided by Koasis’ peace. Instead, something older answered his defiance. When magic was hunted and burned from the world, it did not vanish—it twisted, sank, and festered in forgotten places. His tomb became one such place. Now risen, crowned in decay and bound in frostbitten iron, the Draugr King does not command an army—he is the army. Each step draws the restless dead from the soil, each breath carries the chill of a grave long sealed. He does not rage, nor does he speak. He simply advances, as though fulfilling a fate written long before The Decimation ever began. Some scholars believe Arkhavel is a failed herald—one who reached for ascension and was denied. Others claim he is proof of a far more dangerous truth: Death itself was never meant to be ruled… and yet, something has learned how.
Each model is made to order to ensure the highest quality possible.
If painting services are selected, you will be contacted for details regarding your preferred color scheme and style.
If no guidance is provided, the model will be painted according to the artist’s interpretation based on the original render.
