Dreadfleet

As the clock strikes midnight, the Dreadfleet sails forth, its Undead captains eager to slake their unholy thirsts. The warships of the damned emerge from banks of sulphurous fog, illuminated only by the flicker of pallid ghostlights. They draw closer with the sickening slowness of a nightmare. Suddenly, the uneasy murmur of the open seas is split by the thunderous roar of cannon batteries. A low moaning can be heard in the distance, issuing from a thousand ragged throats, a haunting sound that is punctuated by the barked orders of unliving commanders as monstrous warships are brought to bear.

Since his rebirth from his previous life as Nyklaus von Carstein, Count Noctilus has founded his own darkling empire, binding the Shadewraith to his bidding, reanimating the rotting carcass of the Skabrus and striking foul deals with the captains of the Black Kraken and the Curse of Zandri.

For two bleak decades the Undead reavers of Count Noctilus have plagued the oceans of the world. After each raid, the Dreadfleet disappears into its lair as quickly and silently as it appeared, far from the reach of Man.

Source

 * White Dwarf Issue 382
 * pg. 11
 * pg. 17

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