Aktywne filtry
Orruk Megabosses are pretty killy – it’s how they become as huge as they do, all that stompin’ causes them to grow and grow and grow until the power of the Waaagh! flows through them. But for some Megabosses, this isn’t enough!
Far more advanced than the other Imperial craft which it resembles, the Corvus Blackstar is truly worthy of ferrying a Deathwatch Kill Team to their brutal mission.
The Disciples of Tzeentch take a great many forms, from Arcanite cultists to hosts of gibbering daemons. Amongst their chanting ranks are bird-headed beastmen, horned monstrosities and many-eyed seers, all determined to capsize the reality of the Mortal Realms.
Warlock Bombardiers are those engineers who develop a particular penchant for weapons that deliver explosive death from extreme range. Their alchemical armaments cause utter devastation wherever they strike home.
The latest creations from the crazed laboratories of the Clans Skryre, Stormfiends are hulking brutes stitched together from a variety of body parts.
Of all the Snatchabosses, Skumdrekk is the vilest and most kunnin'. As such, he has become a sort of celebrity to the Kruleboyz of Ghur. Owner of the Murkvast Menagerie – a huge, drained mangrove swamp that acts as prison for scores of vicious and unusual beasts – Swampboss Skumdrekk is a living legend.
Casting vindictive glares at their enemies and blasting them apart with mystical fire, Blue Horrors are as resentful and bitter as their pink cousins are gleeful and capricious.
Secretive and mysterious, Watch Masters are revealed on the battlefield as incomparable leaders. With their innate understanding of tactics and strategy, they assess the unclean enemy hordes in an instant, picking out weaknesses and directing their Kill Teams with clipped, precise orders.
Horrific examples of pure pestilence given form, Verminlord Corruptors live up to their name, existing only to despoil and corrupt.
Sometimes, orruks from the various clans in the mortal realms just sort of… wander off. Often, they end up in a Gob Rukk of the Bonesplitterz; they’ll abandon complexities of life like metal weapons and clothing, cover themselves in scrawled tattoos and lash together a basic flint spear.
Organised into small, elite companies plucked from Space Marine Chapters that have pledged a tithe of their strength in the struggle against the xenos, the Deathwatch counts only heroes amongst its ranks.
Bounding in a disturbing fashion, Flamers of Tzeentch spring toward the foe spouting wyrdflame, the warpfire of Chaos itself. The supernatural flames writhe and leer, but most of all they burn, scorching the foe’s flesh, bones and soul.