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This set of premium card sleeves will keep your cards safe from wear and tear, and ensure smooth shuffling. With art matching the current season of Warhammer Underworlds, you’ll be playing in style no matter which warband you’ve got on the table.
Warhammer Underworlds meets fast-paced multiplayer combat in Arena Mortis – an expansion that transforms the ultimate competitive miniatures game into a furious free-for-all! Choose your favourite champion and pit them against 2-5 others for a fresh and fun challenge.
A curious affliction has been observed in Wyrdhollow – The energy from loosed Realmshaper Engines is striking living creatures and altering them to some unknown purpose. More sinister still, those affected appear to lose their volition, becoming vessels for a power and will not their own. While little is known about these emotionless Voidcursed Thralls, what is certain is that they are entirely devoted to their mysterious cause, forgoing sleep, safety, and in some cases survival. Those who seek to prevent or defeat them risk falling prey to the same cosmic hex, their flesh being slowly claimed by the star-dotted blackness of the Void itself, until they are little more than silhouettes.
The root-halls under the Gnarlwood are uncharted territory, where lurking horrors prey on the unwary. Yet even these savage denizens can be bound – whether through magical means or impressive feats of animal handling – and trained to fight alongside warriors with the willpower to command them. Such a warband can charge into battle alongside a terrifying menagerie of beasts which tear into their enemies with vicious stingers, gnashing teeth, and rending claws in a true Beastbound Assault.
In the arcane caverns of the Wyrdhollow, cosmic omens and dire portents abound. Those with the wit to interpret these signs can avert the vicissitudes of cruel fate and lead their followers to fortune untold. Such warbands follow strange auguries and subterranean constellations that point them to places of power, lost relics, and objects that can shape the very future. Will you walk the Paths of Prophecy to a glittering destiny, or be cursed to strife and obscurity?
In the Deathgorge’s depths lie blood-magic artefacts encased within ancient ice. These Rimelocked Relics are the treasures of lost civilisations – weapons and artefacts held fast in the Everwinter’s arctic clutches. Only a burning desire can thaw the magical hoarfrost to free them, though many warriors attempt more exotic and dangerous methods to unleash their terrible power.
The ice-coated tunnels of the Deathgorge contain untold treasures frozen within their walls. Those brave enough to traverse the freezing continent of Bjarl and weather the Everwinter's curse must still battle rival warbands to have any hope of claiming these riches. The Malevolent Masks lay long-forgotten in the depths of Bjarl. Lost for centuries, they have now been discovered in the glacial chasms of the Deathgorge. Donning them grants the bearer power, but often at a cost, as few truly realise the consequences of wearing such an item.
Chaos Lords are the most powerful of the Chaos Space Marines. With the genetic advantages of a Space Marine and the blessings of the Dark Gods there are few more dangerous entities in the galaxy. This Lord is clad in Terminator armour and can be armed with a variety of weapons.
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.
Sorcerers of Chaos shape the destiny of the galaxy with forbidden rituals and unspeakable pacts. They channel the soul-blasting energies of the warp into potent hexes and blasts of flame, as they mould the material universe with little more than a hate-filled curse.
Amidst the thunderous tumult of battle, a Master of Executions strides unflinchingly forwards, his mind focused on the gruesome decapitations he will soon administer.
Chaos Cultists are the mortal devotees of the Dark Gods, ordinary men and women fallen to promises of temporal power who take to battle in huge numbers. Bearing a motley collection of improvised, stolen and makeshift weapons, they can overwhelm even determined enemies with sheer weight of numbers.