Once ruler of the gargant clans of the Scabrous Sprawl, the infamous King Brodd now leads the stomps in a crusade against the forces of Sigmar. A legendary priest-king blessed with mystic wisdom, Brodd draws upon an ancient, primal power – as well as his own vast strength – and will stop at nothing to avenge the death of his godbeast forefather.
Orc & Goblin Tribes gather in massive numbers before they rush to war in noisy blocks on the battlefield, all clattering shields and rusted metal, their voices raised in a great Waaagh!. When organised into a coherent army, there is little they cannot sweep away through sheer brutality and low cunning.
Mancrusher Gargants often band together under a particularly strong-handed leader, usually known as a Bullstomper. These earth-shaking warbands roam the Mortal Realms, raiding and terrorising civilised lands to fill their grumbling bellies – or marching to war at the call of a Mega-Gargant. In battle, Mancrusher Mobs rampage through enemy lines and gang up on those few creatures that can match their size.
Orc Boyz and Orc Arrer Boyz form up into rag-tag regiments that surge towards the enemy with great enthusiasm. These mobs fight with a wide array of weapons, from crude hand weapons to surprisingly effective bows.
Black Orcs are the biggest, meanest and strongest of all Orcs. Few in number compared to their weedier kin, Black Orcs tend to group together into elite and disciplined warrior cadres that accompany only the toughest of Warbosses to battle.
By lashing together roughly-hewn planks and bolting round(ish) wheels to a sturdy axle, Orcs can build formidable chariots drawn by pairs of boars. Keen to make the most of their status in the eyes of others, Orc charioteers will constantly mess with their vehicle, adding extra ornamentation and painting them in bold, flashy colours.
While individual Goblins may be cowardly creatures, these diminutive raiders draw courage from numbers. When gathered in large mobs, they are emboldened to a frightening degree, each Goblin believing that harm is more likely to befall someone else, instead of them – and that it'll be hilarious when it does. A tide of cackling Goblins can overwhelm almost any enemy, making up for a lack of skill with sheer numbers.
The Night Goblins are descended from Goblin tribes who long ago ventured into the deep caves and caverns beneath the World's Edge Mountains. Cruel, cowardly, and cunning, these tribes wage war against subterranean Dwarf holds and hated surface-dwellers alike, emerging at night and covering themselves in long, hooded cloaks to ward off the loathsome sunlight.
Orc Boyz form into rag-tag regiments that enthusiastically surge towards the enemy. These mobs fight with crude hand weapons and hefty shields, stabbing and battering their way through their foes.
Some Orcs have adopted ill-tempered boars as their mounts. Once up to speed, boars can be almost unstoppable, their powerfully churning legs propelling them into the enemy where their goring tusks and stamping hooves can do untold damage. From atop their precarious perch, an Orc can set about the foe with spear and choppa, knowing that should they fall, their mount will give them a proper good kicking.
Many Goblin tribes are nomadic in nature, traversing the wilderness in huge, ramshackle caravans. These nomadic Goblins breed giant wolves as mounts, riding atop fast and agile hunters that can cover vast distances with ease. Roaming packs of Wolf Riders scout out the land, encircle the enemy, and pounce upon any foe foolish enough to be caught alone. After wearing down their victims with arrows and lightning-quick attacks, these mobs vanish into the distance before even a single retaliatory blow can be struck.
The Sons of Behemat are might incarnate. When the gargant tribes are on the stomp, everyone else had better duck and cover if they want to survive. These ill-tempered titans can crush anything in their path, and they challenge anyone to tell them otherwise. They live to fight and revel in their colossal strength, with no enemy they won't batter senseless if given half a chance. Led by the biggest, surliest, and most aggressive of their kind, the Sons of Behemat now march to war united, the land quaking beneath each monstrous tread.