Centaurions are terrifying creatures, their strength and skills honed in the Varanspire's warpits. Charging headlong into the fray on iron-hard hooves, Centaurions wreak havoc with each of the deadly weapons gripped in their four arms – ensnaring, skewering, bludgeoning, and trampling any who stand before them. The Marshals are the strongest amongst their kind, risen from the arena into the ranks of powerful warbands and legions – yet despite their bestial ferocity, these are also creatures of great cunning and subtlety, sworn to gather warbands in shadowy service to their Dark Master.

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 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.

Vulkyn Flameseekers are master beast-tamers who worship the Ur-Salamander, Vulcatrix. These fiery duardin zealots scour the realms for Magmadroth eggs and traces of sacred fire, striking out into the wilderness for months at a time, wielding fyresteel weapons that can excavate hardened rock as easily as they smash through armour.

The Questor Soulsworn exist outside the chamber structure of Sigmar's heavenly armies, wandering fellowships bound together by prophecies and omens from the God-King himself. Each of these elite Stormcast Eternals is a storied champion in their own right, expected to overcome impossible odds as they undertake quests of the grandest import.

The Royal Beastflayers are the gamekeepers and questing hunters of the Flesh-eater Courts, deluded ghouls who see themselves as brave warriors sworn to hunt down foul beasts for the glory of their vampiric lords. In reality, these debased cannibals stalk innocent victims and genuine abominations alike, draping themselves in the flayed hides and gnawed bones of their unfortunate quarry.

This book is an essential companion for anyone setting out to explore the Gnarlwood – whether you're an experienced player or founding your first warband.

Warcry: Compendium is your ultimate guide to assembling a Warcry warband to enter the depths of the Gnarlwood, accompanied by a powerful following of thralls, monsters, and allies. Within you will find a comprehensive list of rules for the second edition of Warcry, allowing you to command warriors from each of the Grand Alliances that dominate the Mortal Realms.

The foot soldiers of Nurgle’s Maggotkin love nothing more than spreading filth and bountiful contagions, hoping to transform the Eightpoints into a sacred garden of beautiful putrescence.

The Beasts of Chaos have long dwelt in the wild places of the Mortal Realms. Even during the Age of Myth, these creatures menaced the civilised lands, and their alliance with the primal essence of anarchy has only made them more deadly. Their marauding Greatfrays contain all manner of bestial warriors; the cunning gor-kin of the Brayherds are master ambushers, while the brutes of the Warherds are cursed with an insatiable bloodgreed. Warring alongside them are the Dragon Ogors, ancient inhabitants of Azyr banished by the God-King and empowered by the touch of lightning.

Tzeentch’s minions revel in manipulation – after all, it is not for nothing that their patron is known as the Architect of Fate. Within great cities lurk hidden Kairic Acolytes, while vicious Tzaangor flocks stalk the warped wilds. The daemons of Tzeentch are especially strange, often casting forth gouts of aetheric fire. Tzeentch is the greatest patron of sorcery among the Chaos Gods, and so it is little surprise that many of his followers are mighty wizards, their sorcerous power rewriting the very laws of reality.