Alchemite Warforgers are specialist wizards who wield the raw energies of Chamon. As muscular and sweaty as any mundane blacksmith, these mages pluck glowing runecubes from their crucibles, channelling metallurgic magic to destroy their foes. Their arcane alchemy can change the properties of not only metal, but reality itself.

Aggradon Lancers are among the most aggressive cavalry known to the Mortal Realms, for their fearsome scaled steeds only become swifter and more ravenous as battle-frenzy overtakes their senses. A charge of Aggradon Lancers can collapse entire battlelines in a storm of predatory violence, riders and mounts alike lashing out with savage force and overwhelming ferocity.

Ionus Cryptborn is a living legend who descends like a silent shadow over the most beleaguered battlefields on the back of his terrifying Draconith, Cthorak. Accompanying him into battle are his Stormwing – a pair of mighty Stormdrake Guard who ride their own impressive Draconith mounts. When a host of mighty Draconith, such as these, take flight, they unleash the most righteous fury of Sigmar.

Pontifex Zenestra is the revered leader of the Cult of the Wheel – one of the more influential Sigmarite faiths found throughout the Free Cities. As the Matriarch gives her inspiring battlefield sermons, the raw celestial power of the God-King crackles out from her sacred palanquin to incinerate blasphemers, whilst devoted acolytes bludgeon and hew any foolish enough to approach her without permission. The Great Wheel turns, and the driving force is faith.

The reptilian Seraphon strive tirelessly to advance the Great Plan of the Old Ones, returning true order and balance to realms warped by the Dark Gods. Their armies see cold-blooded saurians and ferocious scaled beasts fight together as a single potent force – a fusion of predatory violence and esoteric cosmic power that few can withstand.

The eyes of an Evocator in full battle rage flash with sparks, and veins of lightning glow beneath his skin – the same energy that plays over his tempest blade and stormstave as he advances, arcing outward to ground nearby.

Belthanos, the First Thorn of Kurnoth, leads the eternal hunt that keeps his master’s spirit in bloom. Cloaked in evergreen and riding atop a Carnelian Greatspite made of pure life magic, he chases down those who would harm Ghyran so that his howling Revenant Seeker and Kurnoth Hunter followers might rip them apart.

Freeguild Fusiliers are disciplined gunners, trained to plant their heavy pavise shields in the ground and form a defensive line that is effectively a fortress battlement brought to the field. From this position, ranked Fusiliers can unleash continuous volleys of fire, their sturdy fusil-cannons belching hot death and drifting clouds of blackpowder smoke.

Ironweld Great Cannons are massive artillery pieces, which act as the roaring bastions of a Castelite formation. Protected by thick oaken gun-shields affixed to the cannon's fore, the crew tirelessly load, fire, and reload their weapon to ensure a relentless barrage of firepower upon the enemy.

Fusil-Majors borne into battle by Ogor Warhulks forming the mobile watchtowers of a Castelite formation, using their lumbering vantage points to spy weaknesses in the enemy line and direct the fire of friendly forces. The obvious threat posed by a massive ogor carrier is usually enough to make any foe think twice about storming a Fusil-Major's fortified position.

Freeguild Command Corps are groups of experts, champions, and other aides-de-camp, called upon by their Freeguild Marshal to offer battlefield advice and assistance. These specialist soldiers range from towering Arch-Knight champions to priestly Soul Shepherds, from vital War Surgeons to sinister Whisperblades. Whether acting as a retinue or operating independently, together they are a force far greater than the sum of its parts.

The Cities of Sigmar are bastions of light and hope in realms embattled by darkness. With faith and overwhelming firepower, their mortal armies fight back against the fiend, the monster, and the wraith. Following the bellowed commands of veteran officers, lines of hard-slogging infantry grimly set their shields to repel the enemy's assault while formations of armoured cavalry sweep forth to claim glorious victory in the God-King's name.