The Kavaloi of the Ossiarch Empire are cruel beyond measure, despite their claims to a noble dynastic order as scions of Equuis Main. They have perfected the art of the Deathrider Wedge, smashing through the enemy in a great display of slaughter before wheeling back around to re-engage at terrifying speed.

Amongst the deluded cannibals of the Ymetrican Flesh-eaters, there are none more devoted to Nagash than Gorstane Mortevell. With screeching, howling invective, the ghoulish emperor drives his court into a frenzy of religious devotion. To their victims, it is nothing more than a rabid display of madness.

An air of eccentric jubilation fills the air as Xintil’s finest battle wizards bring their creations to the front line. The visionary Hyshian mage Arcobalde Lazerne leads the way, using his Luminark, Beacon of Intellect, to protect his comrades and send beams of intense Hyshian energy burning into the ranks of his adversaries.

Slumping, shuffling, and slouching comes the Plaguehost of Invidia, massed ranks of Plaguebearers tallying the new diseases they visit upon the foe. Lucky, then, that they have Noddrack the Snitch to drive them on and Gortle Pulpskull to raise their spirits – or at the very least, incentivise them to finish the job quickly…

A colossus of a man clad in scarred iron plate and wielding a cursed greataxe that blazes with unholy power, Lord Rokar Gresh is the ruler of the Crimson Brethren, a horde of Idolators that seeks out sites steeped in the corruption of Chaos. Riding atop his thundering Chaos Chariot and accompanied by a pair of champion charioteers, Gresh bellows profane attestations to the majesty of the Dark Gods, all while swinging his blade and crushing dozens of foes beneath his war machine’s heavy spiked wheels.

The grim Lord-Veritant Keiser Ven Brecht has assembled an elite band of Stormcast sharpshooters in order to track down servants of darkness operating in the shadows of Sigmar’s free cities. Known as the Black Watch, this retinue employs keen-scented Gryph-hounds to run heretics and traitors into the open before riddling them with a storm of lightning arrows. Guided by Ven Brecht’s centuries of bitter experience, there is no foe that can evade their relentless pursuit.

King Sythus Nemmetar of Príom is the trusted right hand and royal huntmaster of High King Volturnos. He is renowned as one of the finest beastriders in any enclave, and chooses only the most battle-hardened and skilled Akhelians to join his Bloodsurf Hunt. Any who draw the ire of the High King are pursued relentlessly by these cavaliers and their ferocious steeds, who can scent a single drop of their quarry’s blood from leagues away.

The Grundstok Thunderers are militarised formations employed by the fleet to help defend it. The endless training and drilling conducted by the Grundstok Academies results in high standards of discipline and marksmanship in their graduates – upon commands from their officer, the Grundcaptain, they march, wheel and ready their aim with awe-inspiring speed and precision. Firing in near-perfect synchronicity, a line of Grundstok Thunderers temporarily disappears among eye-searing flashes and weapon reports as they unleash a storm of munitions that can halt even the most well-armoured foes in their tracks.

When the Daughters of Khaine march to war, their wizards and priestesses can conjure blood and shadow into dangerous magicks to harry their foes.

The Myrmidesh are an elite warrior-cult who exemplify the pride of the Dark Prince. Each of their blade-sects considers their own favoured technique to be supreme, and on the rare occasions they are proven wrong, their spiteful rage is terrible to behold.

When the madness of battle descends upon Slaangor Fiendbloods, the carnage left in their wake is truly sickening. These gangly beasts are frighteningly strong and swift, and they fight with a frenzied disregard for their own survival.

Shardspeakers of Slaanesh are favoured sorcerers who have been gifted with a relic from the Temple of Twisted Mirrors. By tapping into the power of these artefacts, they can reduce a disciplined regiment to a pack of howling beasts ripe for slaughter.