The lives of the Fyreslayers revolve around battle, for these grizzled duardin mercenaries will fight on behalf of any who meet their price in gold. Renowned for their fearsome tempers and unrivalled martial skills, the Fyreslayers seek treasure to gather the essence of their long-lost deity, Grimnir. Inspired by Battlesmiths bellowing the deeds of their forebears, stalwart Hearthguard warriors and unyielding Vulkite Berzerkers charge into battle, craving glory and gold alike.
The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell within the oceans of the Mortal Realms, emerging from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers. Guided by the eldritch insight and tidal magics of a Soulscryer, the eyeless Namarti advance into battle, cutting a path for arrogant Akhelian nobles mounted atop deadly aquatic beasts that swim through the air on phantasmal currents.
From Shyish, the Realm of Death, come the ethereal Nighthaunt – terrifying spectres driven to murder by their bitter hatred for the living. These undead are the terror weapon of the Great Necromancer, united under the cruelest and most tortured rulers ever to die. Their cold grasp reaches across the Mortal Realms, spreading a paralysis of fear amongst the living souls they once called kin, a howling host that will leave only an endless landscape of corpses and wailing spirits remains.
As deadly as they are graceful, the warlike aelves of the Daughters of Khaine seek to spill gushing torrents of blood in the name of their violent deity. From humble origins, the cult of the Bloody-Handed One has come to dominate vast swathes of the Mortal Realms. Guided by the cruel genius of the newly risen goddess Morathi-Khaine, these merciless aelves surge forth on gore-soaked campaigns of conquest, overwhelming their foes in a whirlwind of blades and lashing whips. With every drop of blood that splashes across their skin, their murderous power reaches new and terrifying heights.
Auric Runesmiters are war priests of unrivalled power and renown amongst the Fyreslayers, channeling the spirit of Grimnir into the lodge's warriors through ur-gold runes. Mounted atop a fearsome Magmadroth, a Runesmiter tears their way into the heart of battle in a wave of sacred flame, incinerating gathered foes even as they imbue their kin with uncanny strength and resilience.
In his mortal life, Awlrach promised aid and safe transport to desperate travellers, only to send his victims to a grisly death in the briny deeps. When Awlrach’s spirit made its way to Nagash, the reward for his treachery was an eternity of service. Now this sinister boatman dredges up wayward souls to bolster the Nighthaunt hosts, and ferries them through the ethereal plane to wherever they will cause the most terror.
The Craventhrone Guard serve Kurdoss Valentian and any who share his aims. Bitter and spiteful even compared to other Nighthaunt, these spectral sharpshooters relish lining up enemy champions in their sights, sending them to an early grave without fanfare or mercy. Though they enforced Valentian's will in life, the Craventhrone Guard are now are cursed to torment him, shooting down his prey before he can truly claim the glory of the kill.
A Blade Champion is a living weapon in the Emperor’s hand. His role is to identify the greatest battlefield threat – be that a mighty leader, a host of killers, or a deadly war engine – then to employ his archeotech blades and specialised fighting styles to ensure their swift and absolute destruction.
Resplendent in gleaming gold, the Adeptus Custodes stride into war with the confidence earned through ten millennia of martial superiority. Bullets and shrapnel ricochet from gilded auramite breastplates – these warriors are armoured with the finest wargear, carrying the blessing of the God-Emperor Himself. When combined with the peerless anti-psychic protection provided by the Sisters of Silence, there are few in the galaxy who can withstand them.
There is no engine of the oppressors that a Reductus Saboteur cannot lay low, and there are few materials they cannot fashion into an explosive given a little time to tinker. Flitting through the shadows, they lace the battlefield with booby traps and deploy powerful explosives that make short work of enemy armour.
The Tarantulos Brood worship Chaos in the form of the Eightfold Watcher, a bloated cosmic spider, and seek out mutagenic substances like varanite to uplift their mortal forms ever-closer to the sacred shape of their god. The Tarantulos act as an eerie psychic gestalt, communing with the spiders they keep like livestock, and bear weapons and garments created from the byproducts of their arachnid companions.
Darkoath Savagers are legendary for their strength and martial prowess, which they use to fulfil the pacts and prophecies that drive them across the Mortal Realms. To break these vows is the foulest of crimes, and a sign of terrible weakness – such cowards don't last long, among their own ranks or those of their rivals. Guided by the dire visions of God-speaker priests, Darkoath warbands venture forth to prove their mettle and win the favour of the Ruinous Powers.