The Bretonnians are a warlike and valiant people who willingly seek out battle as a way of securing personal honour and pride. Their armies are feared and respected throughout the Old World, marching to war in the name of the Lady of the Lake, and sweeping aside all opposition on the field of battle.
The air screams as Magnus the Red descends from the skies, and stone runs molten beneath his shadow. Cyclopean son of the Emperor of Mankind, his very presence is anathema to logic.
The Thousand Sons advance into battle amidst gouts of kaleidoscopic warpflame and bolts of raw sorcery. The heart of these arcane armies is comprised of Rubricae – implacable warriors who level salvo after salvo against the foe, marching at the command of the mighty Sorcerers and diabolic Infernal Masters who rule their fractured Legion. Around them come shrieking herds of Tzaangor, mutant shock troops armed with cursed blades and dark sorcery.
Knights on Foot consist of minor nobles belonging to the extended family of a baron or duke. These warriors proudly display the colours and motifs of their lord’s heraldry, often further embellished with personal devices, identifying them as belonging to a single, extended family whilst declaring their individualism and their own stature as nobles.
Men-at Arms are the lowborn regiments of Bretonnia, recruited as children into the household guard of their noble lords. Though humble, they are not to be underestimated – when these simple foot soldiers are gathered for war, they provide vital infantry support for the knights and nobles. Their tall shields emblazoned with the heraldry of their lord, they march forward in a wave of proud colours and carefully polished steel.
Peasant Bowmen are called up from the lowborn serfs of Bretonnia's dukedoms, expected to take up their own longbows and engage enemies unworthy of the attention of a knight's attention from afar. Most peasants have trained with the bow from a young age, but to make their numbers count on the battlefield, these archers congregate into massed units that direct volley after volley of arrows into the enemy.
Pegasus Knights are made up almost exclusively of Knights of the Realm, but only the wealthiest and most influential knights can boast of owning a battle-trained pegasus, for the creatures are difficult to capture and harder still to train. Accordingly, to own such a beast is the ultimate symbol of wealth and success for their owners, but in truth, a pegasus is also a great practical boon for any knight fortunate enough to acquire one.
Pegasus Knights are made up almost exclusively of Knights of the Realm, but only the wealthiest and most influential knights can boast of owning a battle-trained pegasus, for the creatures are difficult to capture and harder still to train. Accordingly, to own such a beast is the ultimate symbol of wealth and success for their owners, but in truth, a pegasus is also a great practical boon for any knight fortunate enough to acquire one.
The Lords of Bretonnia are renowned warriors – Dukes, Barons, and Paladins who charge out to defend their domains – but only the most wealthy and influential can ride a Royal Pegasus into battle. These proud and intelligent creatures are said to be the purest of their kind, and allow their noble riders to quickly engage and trample the foe in pursuit of honour and glory.
Knights of the Realm make up the bulk of Bretonnia’s nobility and its armed might, and command great respect for both their high station and the deeds they performed to attain it. Knights Errant, however, are the youthful sons and daughters of Bretonnian nobles, bold young warriors who seek any opportunity to earn their spurs under the chivalric code. Heavily armoured, mounted on fine warhorses, and assembled into an unstoppable lance formation, a charge of Bretonnian Knights has the power to shatter enemy hordes like kindling under a woodsman's axe.
Twisted arcanists, wicked of intent and strange of form, Exalted Sorcerers have an encyclopædic knowledge of spells and are able to bend reality to their desires.
Scarab Occult Terminators were once the finest psykers in the Thousand Sons Legion, bodyguards to Magnus the Red himself. Reduced to dust along with their brethren, they now possess only an echo of their previous intellect.