Savage, avian beasts dedicated to Tzeentch, Tzaangors have been willingly warped into shapes and forms pleasing to the Architect of Fate.
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.
Necron Warriors form the majority of a tomb world's nigh-inexhaustible armies. They are a corps of fleshless mechanoids, ranged in their millions against the vital races of the galaxy.
Canoptek Doomstalkers stride with eerie grace. Whether prowling their masters’ armouries as tireless sentinels or providing mobile fire support to the Necron legions, the Doomstalkers annihilate all those who dare stand against them with searing shots from their doomsday blasters.
Imotekh is a sublimely skilled Necron strategist, wielding his armies with hyperlogical skill and deadly strategic insight. In battle, the Stormlord incinerates enemies with his Gauntlet of Fire, blasts them with pan-dimensional energies from the Staff of the Destroyer, and humbles them in punishing one-on-one duels. As phaeron of the Sautekh Dynasty, with over eighty tomb worlds under his command, Imotekh marches to expand his deathless empire.
Orikan is a master astromancer, a Necron Cryptek who uses his knowledge of astral conjunctions to predict the tides of battle and empower himself with cosmic energies. He supplements these skills with chronomantic abilities that allow him to see events before they happen and alter the patterns of the past, helping him evade harm and aim his blows to devastating effect. Through careful study and scrutiny, the Diviner has meddled in monumental events and insignificant occurences throughout history, guiding the Necrons toward a future of his choosing.
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.
Gibbering nonsense with lunatic energy the luminescent Pink Horrors whirl and flail their arms, generating raw magic that fills the air. En masse, the Pink Horrors give rise to so much arcane force that they can hurl blasts of unnatural fire at the enemy.
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.
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.
Unlike their Necron masters, Canoptek Spyders never sleep, but while away the aeons servicing the structures of their Tomb World. Though the Canoptek Spyder is essentially an automated drone, it is still a formidable foe when the situation demands.
As the shock troops of the Necron army, a phalanx of Immortals will strive for victory using every tactic at their disposal. They can easily withstand a hail of heavy bolter fire.