Ork warbosses are usually stationary for only two reasons. One is when they are giving an enemy – or an unlucky grot – a good hiding, and the other is when they are shouting at their Boyz to give the foe a good krumpin'.
Krootox Rampagers are terrifying skirmish cavalry, combining the aggression and agility of juvenile Krootox mounts with the vicious skill and cunning of a Kroot rider. Rampager packs strike fast at their foes from unexpected quarters, launching a heavyweight ambush that breaks their battle lines and leaves them vulnerable to the rest of the hunting pack.
Overlords lead the Necron dynasties into battle. Their android minds are tremendously swift, their bodies are implacably resilient, but their indomitable wills are perhaps most fearsome of all. Furnished with a translocation shroud drawn from the dynastic vaults, an Overlord can phase through nether-dimensions, passing through rigid defences and even the flesh of mortal guardians to reach whatever prey or prize they demand.
The Rangers are Outcast warriors, wanderers who left the regimented lives of the craftworlds behind them. Adepts in the arts of stealth warfare, marksmanship, and tracking enemies through harsh terrain, the Rangers aid their brethren as scouts and snipers. Veiled by cameleoline cloaks and gloom field generators, they can hide from their foes even in plain sight as they pick them off one by one from extreme range.
The Beastboss is the overall leader of a Beast Snaggas mob, leading from the front and crushing the choicest prey between the serrated teeth of his Beastclaw.
Kroot Hounds are predatory kin-beasts, kept as hunting animals by Kroot kindreds. Once set loose in packs, they lope swiftly across the battlefield in search of prey. Kroot Hounds are driven into a feeding frenzy by the scent of blood, and pounce upon their victims with frightening swiftness, ripping and tearing with beak-like maws and vicious talons.
The Necrons rise across the galaxy, android legions emerging from stasis-crypts after millions of years in deathless slumber. Amonhotekh's Guard stalk the worlds that once belonged to their master, the Overlord Amonhotekh, to cleanse the flesh-vermin and lesser civilisations that now infest his ancient territories. He will stop at nothing to eradicate these pests, calling upon mighty Canoptek constructs, mindless warrior phalanxes, and even the raving Destroyer Cults to eliminate all trespassers.
Aeldari mythology is replete with noble heroes at one with their steeds, and in the Shining Spears, the glories of legend are made manifest. These Aspect Warriors live to joust, which they do at breathtaking speeds upon their jetbike mounts. Their chosen weapon is the long and formidable laser lance, which uses a powerful energy blast to burn an opening in the target – instants before the bulk of the weapon slams home with devastating, piercing force.
The T'au Empire employs advanced firepower and complex metastrategies in its quest to enlighten the galaxy, each suited to different environments, objectives, and enemies. The Sudden Dawn Cadre specialise in the philosophy known as Mont'ka – the Killing Blow. Skilled Pathfinder scouts mark vital targets, Breachers mobilise with swift grav-transport technology, and Commander Cloudspear uses her powerful Enforcer Battlesuit to lead high-risk, high-reward tactical raids deep into hostile heartlands.
Imotekh is a sublimely skilled Necron strategist, wielding his armies with hyperlogical skill and deadly strategic insight. In battle, the Stormlord incinerates enemies with his Gauntlet of Fire, blasts them with pan-dimensional energies from the Staff of the Destroyer, and humbles them in punishing one-on-one duels. As phaeron of the Sautekh Dynasty, with over eighty tomb worlds under his command, Imotekh marches to expand his deathless empire.
The Aeldari once ruled the galaxy, before their civilisation collapsed beneath the weight of its own hedonism. Now the Asuryani sail the stars aboard massive vessels called craftworlds, their citizens keeping to highly disciplined Paths to avoid drowning in the same decadent madness as their ancestors. Each craftworld's Guardians take up arms to defend their dying race, wielding deadly shuriken catapults or power blades, or shredding foes atop their swift Windrider jetbikes.
No two Battlewagons are the same, for the Meks that build them can never resist cobbling on armour plates, ramming spikes, assorted dakka, and random gubbinz.