Orks: Runtherd And Gretchin
Gretchin mobs make up for their shocking lack of quality with sheer quantity.
Gretchin mobs make up for their shocking lack of quality with sheer quantity.
Datacards make referencing your rules in battle easy. Containing quick-reference Stratagems and psychic powers, they're perfect for ensuring you don't forget crucial rules when you need them most.
The Tech-Priests of Mars march forth at the head of cybernetic legions, protected by barely understood relics of a bygone era, and wielding devastating and bizarre weapons to obliterate their foes.
Orks love dakka. They also love getting stuck in. What they love best is getting stuck in with lots of dakka and plenty of mates – join the Waaagh! on every roll, using these themed dice!
Painboys are at home amongst the blood and horror of the battlefield, eagerly patching up lost limbs, doing a spot of welding on a broken face or furnishing the Warboss with a brand new flame-throwing arm.
Technoarcheologists are seekers of divine mechanical arcana, driven to uncover that which is hidden, and to analyse its capabilities. Hardened to life on the Imperium’s dangerous frontiers, these priests employ cogitative instincts to detect approaching foes and awaken their servitor guardians to effective modes of attack. Even in the midst of battle, Technoarcheologists guide their servants through vital procedures with a machine-like focus.
Orks go to war with a huge variety of weapons and wargear, loads of bone-rattling war engines of belching smoke, and roaring beasts. No two Ork forces are alike, but all are utterly deadly in their own way.
A Sydonian Skatros is a sinister cybernetic sentinel, stoic and unmoving until the moment an enemy strays into range of their huge rifle. Mechanical, stilt-like limbs allow them to traverse hazardous terrain and survey the environment, shrouded by a smog of incense-exhaust. With protocol-driven precision and an advanced scanner known as the achillan eye, they lock on to their foes’ weakpoints and unleash pinpoint fire that sows panic and agony – all the better for eroding enemy morale.
Goff Rocker is the frontman of the most egregious and obnoxiously loud band in the history of the galaxy. While his Ork brethren bring the Waaagh! to the battlefield, he provides the soundtrack to a krumpin’.
Stormboyz, the shock troops of many successful warbands, dedicate their lives to the time honoured martial disciplines of drilling, marching and hurtling through the air.