Striding onto the battlefield like a demigod of war, the Despoiler scowls at the mortal chattel before him. He is an ender of worlds, a destroyer of hope, a bane unto the galaxy itself. Yet he is not beyond the siren call of battle, and leads his Black Legion to acts of pitiless slaughter whenever a worthy foe is near.
For ten thousand years, the seeker of arcane truths known as Ahriman has roamed the galaxy in a quest to acquire every artefact, every tome and every scroll that harbours eldritch powers. Worlds burn in his shadow as he plucks these treasures from their owners by any means necessary. Resistance is the last error his enemies can make – Tzeentchian magic reshapes reality around them, a pass of the Black Staff twisting their bodies unnaturally until nothing remains but bubbling flesh. Ahriman, lord of a broken Legion; his determination is such that destiny itself bends to his whim.
This multi-part plastic kit contains the components necessary to assemble Ahriman, Arch-Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons. Armed with an Inferno bolt pistol and the Black Staff of Ahriman, he comes elevated upon a Disc of Tzeentch. Supplied with a Citadel 40mm Round base.
The roar of a Chaos Biker's engine fires the damned soul of its rider to acts of greater recklessness. They trail brimstone and death in their wake as the harbingers of the dark legions.
Chaos Bikers are scouts, outriders and raiders who allow you to strike where your opponent is most vulnerable. Incredibly fast, well armed and hard to kill, they make for a highly mobile thorn in the side of any foe.
Plot the downfall of the False Emperor (or anyone else you’re battling!) with these datacards – an invaluable reference resource for Chaos Space Marines players. These cards are designed to make referencing key information in your games simpler, meaning less time trying to find the right page in your codex, and more time to crush the thin-blooded whelps who dare stand before you!
The Thousand Sons advance into battle amidst gouts of kaleidoscopic warpflame and bolts of raw sorcery. At their heart stride the Rubricae, implacable warriors who level salvo after salvo against the foe, marching at the command of the mighty Sorcerers who rule their fractured Legion. Around them come shrieking herds of Tzaangor, chanting cultists, twisted war engines, and immense beasts whose very presence triggers madness and mutation.
Clonefather. Primogenitor. Spider. Fabius Bile has laboured under many epithets during his long and wicked life, but none truly convey the unrepentant evil of this heretic crypto-scientist. A twister of flesh and a sculptor of nightmares, Fabius Bile is one of the most abominable renegades to blight the Emperor's realm.
A Chaos Lord is a tyrannical warrior king who lives to bathe in the blood of worlds. He strives to bring whole star systems to their knees in the name of his patron deities. Typified by merciless ambition and fierce pride, many of these champions of disorder were once noble Chapter Masters and Captains of the Adeptus Astartes, but long years of unremitting war have twisted their souls beyond recovery.
The Chaos Cultists can be found almost anywhere the Imperium has spread. At first glance they are indistinguishable from normal men, but under their clothes, the flesh is tattooed and branded with sigils that hurt the eyes of any faithful who look upon them. When the Chaos Space Marines come to a planet, the true colours of the Cultists are revealed.
The Death Guard are the greatest champions of the Plague God, Grandfather Nurgle, his favoured spreaders of his bounteous gifts. Look upon them and see the signs: pus seeping from festering wounds that never heal; miasmic smogs of corrosive, stinking gas hanging thickly in the air wherever Nurgle’s chosen tread; the wriggling, lamprey-mouthed tick-leeches that clamp on to their rotting flesh; the droning billions of plague flies that swarm the battlefields they stalk and the ships in which they course through the stars.