40th Anniversary...
40th Anniversary Grombrindal – 2017 – He’s got power armor, all the presents, and a giant cake.
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40th Anniversary Grombrindal – 2017 – He’s got power armor, all the presents, and a giant cake.
The Age of Sigmar began with the thunderous arrival of the Stormcast Eternals, borne upon the heavenly storm of the God-King Sigmar Heldenhammer.
The Soul Wars are over, but a new conflict brews in the Realm of Beasts. It is a time of great change in the Mortal Realms. A surge of life sweeps across the eight realms to force back the tide of death left in the Necroquake’s wake, and the forces of Order waste no time in laying claim to the newly rejuvenated land.
It is a time of great change in the Mortal Realms. A surge of life sweeps across the eight realms to force back the tide of death left in the Necroquake’s wake, and the forces of Order waste no time in laying claim to the newly rejuvenated land.
The Twin-Tailed Crusade is the greatest Dawnbringer expedition ever assembled. Across Aqshy and Ghyran, it plunges into the untamed wilds of the Mortal Realms, tasked by the Grand Conclave of Hammerhal with the foundation of two mighty strongholds. Yet the crusade's two armoured columns soon find themselves facing the wrath of titans.
The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell within the oceans of the Mortal Realms, emerging from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers – a grim harvest upon which their very survival depends.
The Necrons are a deathless species of The Necrons are a deathless species of alien androids who dominated the galaxy in ages past. After millions of years in self-imposed slumber, they are rising from their hidden tomb complexes to march in conquest once more. Clad in self-repairing bodies of living metal, armed with weapons that harness the devastating energies of the cosmos, the Necrons are a terrifying enemy. They are without fear or mercy, soulless mechanoids who advance in eerie lockstep to lay down an annihilating storm.
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.
Celebrate the season of giving with this very generous Red Gobbo, ready to drop some "presents" on his favourite Imperial citizens. Designed as a miniature diorama, fans of all stripes will enjoy this highly collectable Warhammer Commemorative Series model, only available for the 2023 holiday season.
The Necrons are a deathless race of alien androids, rulers of the galaxy in a long-forgotten era once known as the Necrontyr. Now, having slumbered in stasis for millennia, they are rising to conquer it once more. Clad in self-repairing bodies of living metal and wielding weapons that harness the most devastating energies of the cosmos, the Necrons are a terrifying enemy.
The Dawnbringer Crusades – grand wars to reclaim land under the shadow of Chaos – have struck out across the realms, driven by the resolve of humble folk and the command of the God-King. As the Era of the Beast rages, the lords of Hammerhal prepare a crusade of staggering vision. Yet beyond their walls, champions and instigators rally their legions, while in the corridors of power, corruption festers.
As the Aqshian expedition flees the ruins of Trucebreak, its soldiers find themselves hemmed in on all sides. The Goretide, legendary warriors of Khorne, have returned to the Great Parch – straight into the Dawnbringers’ only path of escape. Meanwhile, in the forests of Ghyran, ogors are on the rampage, and the ground splits open into horrifying pits that seek to set themselves on Marshal Thorian’s soldiers. Worst of all, this may only be the beginning of their woes – a furious tattoo echoes from the west, and an even greater threat may be afoot.