The quest for the Ravening Ruin has drawn all manner of warriors to the ever-hungry Gnarlwood, seeking glory, riches or the simple joy of slaughter. So thick lie the corpses across the forest floor that Nighthaunt Pyregheists have been drawn to it, threatening to consume the forest with the unholy flames of the Great Necromancer. Their rampant spread is held at bay only by the rising waters of a great river, long dormant but returning slowly to life under the guidance of the Ydrilan Riverblades.

The Gnarlwood has been riven by a series of devastating earthquakes, as something stirs deep below the forest’s surface. These tremors have wrought terrible damage across the Sundered Scales, but they have also unearthed many strange relics – and drawn in Gorger Mawpacks of feral ogors, who hope to stir up the all-consuming hunger of their Gulping God through acts of gory sacrifice. Swift on their heels come the Wildercorps Hunters, determined to end this threat to the God-King’s domain with a well-aimed crossbow bolt.

Devastating earthquakes have rived the Gnarlwood, and now something stirs deep below the forest’s surface. These tremors have wrought terrible damage across the Sundered Scales. Still, they have also uncovered many strange relics – some of Seraphon origin and others of an even more mysterious provenance.

High in the mountains of Shyish, the Realm of Death, a desperate battle plays out between the Stormcast Eternals of Xandire's Truthseekers and the Soulblight vampires of the Crimson Court. Both warbands seek the treasures of the Crypt Noctis, imbued with arcane might that could see the forces of Nagash dominate the realm forever more. Will the champions of the Stormcast Eternals prevail under the leadership of Calthia Xandire, or will the Soulblight Gravelords of Prince Duvalle gain the untold necrotic power they seek? As powerful warriors clash in epic combat, your games will decide the fate of Shyish

The Wildercorps are trackers, scouts, and outdoorsmen – experts who attack from the cover of thick foliage and broken ground. They act as rangers for the Cities of Sigmar, identifying and tackling threats before they can grow to threaten their homes. Their tracking hounds surge forward, sinking fangs into flesh even as skilled sharpshooters pick out their targets and loose their bolts.

Gorger Mawpacks are strange gatherings of ogors afflicted with the Empty Belly curse, driven mad with hunger no matter how much they consume. Wild-eyed and starving, they launch themselves at their prey, using huge clubs or improvised bludgeons to pulverise those unfortunate enough to be their next, eternally unsatisfying meal.

The Claws of Karanak venerate the Flesh Hounds of Khorne, becoming bloodthirsty hunters who pursue craven prey in the Blood God's name. These predator-cults fight like packs of wild animals, taking on the aspect of daemonic beasts as they hack foes to shreds in horrific displays of brutality.

The Askurgan Trueblades are an order of vampiric warrior-monks who seek to master their bloody curse. Dedicated to self-discipline and martial excellence, these Soulblight vampires seek out the mightiest beasts acr

Quiet as shadow, as relentless as the driving rain, the Hunters of Huanchi prowl the sacred territories of the Seraphon in search of trespassers. These peerless hunters silently creep up on any who dare corrupt the domain of the Old Ones and riddle them with deadly, toxin-laced darts. Their prey are left helpless as the skinks surge forward to deliver a killing strike.

Merciless destroyers of temples and monuments, the Jade Obelisk are a menace to all who do not worship their malevolent god – a mysterious change-augur known as the Speaker in the Stone. Blasphemous artificers skilled in stonecraft, these masked cultists are each cursed to slow but inevitable petrification. Acutely aware of their finite time as living flesh, they are singleminded in their purpose – to desecrate the idols of all false gods before their mortal bodies succumb.

The Rotmire Creed are artisans of virology, relentless in their pursuit of the perfect plague. A swamp-dwelling cult that worships Nurgle in his aspect as Lord Leech, their blowpipe darts and cruel barbs are daubed with deadly alchemical contagions. Once unleashed, these diseases spread quickly through the ranks of their enemies – a testament to their infectious craft.

The Horns of Hashut are heralds of ruin and desolation, relentless destroyers sent forth by the Father of Darkness. Each region they conquer is pulverised, stripped, and rendered barren for the industrial tyranny of their daemonic god. The Horns of Hashut wage war like a raging taurus, stampeding over their foe to crush them entirely, swinging heavy weapons while unleashing cruel devices of duardin design – choking ash bombs and infernal flamehurlers.