Some vampires dedicate their eternal lives to the mastery of one pursuit, and those determined to become peerless warriors invariably end up among the ranks of the Blood Knights.

Once a courageous vampire-knight who, despite holding no love for Ghur's mortal races, refused to prey upon those weaker than herself, Lauka Vai's constant struggle against the hunger within was cruelly cut short while tangling with a Tzeentchian sorcerer.

Bedecked in rusting weapons and wearing the fading scraps of once-proud armour, Deathrattle Skeletons are the unflinching core of many a Soulblight vampire's army.

The Mortek Guard are soul-constructs created to dominate the battlefield. Armed with life-draining nadirite weapons and shaped from impenetrable osseous armour, they grind the enemy to dust beneath their relentless march.

The heavy cavalry of the Ossiarch Bonereaper legions, the Kavalos Deathriders are expert riders mounted on macabre armoured steeds. They clatter into the foe in a wedge formation, breaking battlelines with every ferocious charge.

Morbheg Knights are grisly ghoulish cavaliers, amongst the proudest and most skilled of any court’s mordant warriors. They bound to battle atop the half-living nightshriekers, monstrous predators descended from the ur-bat Morbheg, whose cackling screams inflict a gnawing madness on anyone unfortunate enough to hear them.

Deadwalker Zombies are created from the bodies of the recently dead, given strength through the power of dark necromancy and sent onto the battlefield in shambling hordes.

Grotesque monsters that prey upon the blood of the unfortunate souls they catch, Fell Bats are an amalgamation of deathly magics and the Soulblight curse brought into being by their vampire masters.

It is said that to hear a Dire Wolf's howl is to be damned. These lupine undead are tireless hunters, and when they finally run their prey to the ground, their powerful jaws ensure that the kill comes swiftly indeed.

Overwhelmed by his wrath, Radukar has undergone a terrifying transformation. The bestial monster within has come to consume the vampire almost entirely, and he now fights with a raw and brutal fury, his ferocious howls ringing through the night.

Little is known of the mysterious First of the Vyrkos. When she and her lupine packs hunt, the enemy is overcome by a storm of savage claws and slavering fangs, their champions hideously transfigured by the cruel and ancient matriarch.

Four-armed horrors that possess the gestalt essence of master duellists, Necropolis talkers leap and spin into battle with terrifying speed, switching stance and form in the blink of an eye as they dismember their foes.