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.
Lumbering, heavy-set creatures with furrowed brows and heavy armour, orruk Brutes are unconcerned with the complex things in life. Their minds are filled with one thing only - violence.
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.
Brute Ragerz hurl themselves at the biggest and meanest foes, swinging huge two-handed weapons with brutal force. They're driven by frenzied arrogance, desperate to overcome the humiliation of a previous defeat – few things are more dangerous than an orruk determined to prove just how ’ard they really are.
Hobgrots are devious and malicious allies for the Kruleboyz. In Orruk society they act as barterers, trading between the greenskins and Hashut-worshipping duardin, letting both sides believe they are getting one up over the other.
Wielding an assortment of jagged spears and wickedly sharp hand weapons, the Gutrippaz are the mainstay of any Kruleboyz army.
Distant relatives to the troggoths found in caves and mountains, Marshcrawla Sloggoths are slow, patient hunters with long, grasping limbs that they use to grab unsuspecting victims from the burrows and beds they sleep in.
The most vicious Kruleboyz leaders often ride into battle riding a towering Mirebrute Troggoth that they have brought to heel. These lumbering beasts stride into battle using crude clubs and all manner of natural detritus to batter their enemies.
Elite Tzaangors, possessing strange feathers and elaborate horns, the Tzaangor Enlightened are truly blessed with the favour of Tzeentch. They wield ornate spears that set them above their lesser kin, some even riding upon Discs of Tzeentch.
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!
The Orruks are Destruction incarnate. This vicious and primal race of natural-born killers loves nothing more than to wage unending war.
Man-skewer Boltboyz are known for using crude crossbows to engage in ranged combat. Their close-combat comrades heckle and scoff at this perceived display of cowardice, but these devious Kruleboyz care not.