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.
Horrific examples of pure pestilence given form, Verminlord Corruptors live up to their name, existing only to despoil and corrupt.
Driven into battle by their frenzied faith, the Plague Monks of Clan Pestilens are a repulsive tidal wave of filth that smashes into their enemies with the power of a flood.
The skaven are a race of perfidious ratfolk who gnaw on the very fabric of existence, pouring from their Under-Empire in teeming swarms to spread corruption and conquer the Mortal Realms in the name of the Great Horned Rat. Led by maniacal Grey Seers, great seething hordes of Clanrats scurry to war, joined by hulking mutant Stormfiends bristling with esoteric weaponry, and unstable Warp Lightning Cannons that can obliterate entire regiments – if they don't destroy themselves first...
Clanrats mass into huge clawpacks, their vast numbers bolstering their courage and allowing them to surge across the battlefield and overwhelm the enemy, regardless of the hideous casualties they suffer along the way.
For centuries beyond counting has the race of malevolent ratmen known as the skaven plagued the Mortal Realms. Arrogant, avaricious and utterly without mercy, the skaven seek to annihilate every other sapient creature – expanding, multiplying, and consuming everything in their path until they alone rule over the decaying husk of reality. Those who defy this vision are overwhelmed by swarms of frenzied, red-eyed warriors, weaponized plagues, monstrous beasts and lightning-spitting war machines. Arise, Children of the Great Horned Rat!
Deathmasters are the greatest assassins of the Clans Eshin, trained in the shadowy arts of stealth and contracted to slay those whom influential skaven deem too dangerous to live. Armed with poisoned ‘weeping blades’ and toxin-laced throwing stars, these supernaturally dextrous killers have slain kings and warlords beyond count.
The Ossiarchs seek neither gold nor glory; they covet the bones of the living. From these, the Mortisan acolytes fashion new cohorts of Bonereaper warriors, their animus provided by the composite souls of defeated enemies. Their armies are disciplined and professional, acting in perfect concert to destroy the foe. Yet not every military action conducted by the Ossiarchs is fought on a grand scale – small warrior bands are often dispatched on tasks of particular import, and an increasing number have been observed fighting in the lands of the Bloodwind Spoil.
Tzeentch’s minions revel in manipulation – after all, it is not for nothing that their patron is known as the Architect of Fate. Within great cities lurk hidden Kairic Acolytes, while vicious Tzaangor flocks stalk the warped wilds. The daemons of Tzeentch are especially strange, often casting forth gouts of aetheric fire. Tzeentch is the greatest patron of sorcery among the Chaos Gods, and so it is little surprise that many of his followers are mighty wizards, their sorcerous power rewriting the very laws of reality.
Tzeentch’s minions revel in manipulation – after all, it is not for nothing that their patron is known as the Architect of Fate. Within great cities lurk hidden Kairic Acolytes, while vicious Tzaangor flocks stalk the warped wilds. The daemons of Tzeentch are especially strange, often casting forth gouts of aetheric fire. Tzeentch is the greatest patron of sorcery among the Chaos Gods, and so it is little surprise that many of his followers are mighty wizards, their sorcerous power rewriting the very laws of reality.
The Kharadron are a cautious people who dislike embarking on any venture unless assured of its profitability. However, their hunger for aether-gold, a mysterious lighter-than-air metal that powers much of their society, is such that daring privateers will chase it to reality’s edge and beyond. Some Kharadron will even enter the Eightpoints in search of rich seams of aether-gold; these prospector bands are armed with all manner of deadly technology, and though such expeditions are always perilous, the potential rewards are great indeed.