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.
As the Necrons stir ever more into wakefulness, the Triarch Praetorians have re-emerged to join the dynastic legions. Triarch Praetorians hold a great responsibility - to ensure that the Necron dynasties never fall.
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.
The Necrons are a deathless race of alien androids, clad in self-repairing bodies of living metal and wielding weapons that harness the most devastating energies of the cosmos. You can help reclaim the galaxy with every dice roll – and look awesome while doing it – using these themed dice!
While a Tomb World slumbers, Canoptek Wraiths are its eyes and ears. Canoptek Wraiths flit silently through the dusty halls, patrolling for intruders and inspecting systems for damage and decay.
Illuminor Szeras labours to unravel the mysteries of life, for he fears that he would be a poor sort of god without the secrets of life at his fingertips. Szeras has been on the brink of understanding for many centuries, yet somehow final comprehension always escapes him.
Lokhust Heavy Destroyers skim to battle upon repulsor-sled bodies, their upper limbs bound into gauss destructors or enmitic exterminators with which they decimate their foes with devastating blasts from afar.
Commanding legion upon legion of deathless soldiers whose only purpose is to obey his every order, the Necron Overlord is a cold, calculating demigod.
The Adeptus Mechanicus are the fanatical worshippers of the Machine God of Mars. For thousands of years the robed priests of the Machine Cult have presided over the fabrication, maintenance, and preservation of Humanity’s surviving technological wonders with reverence and ritual. Led by Tech-Priests whose weak organic flesh has been replaced with metallic augmentations, their armies fight to defend forge worlds and strike out across the galaxy in search of ancient archeotech.
The Tech-Priests of Mars march forth at the head of cybernetic legions, protected by barely understood relics of a bygone era, and wielding devastating and bizarre weapons to obliterate their foes.
Nothing is so emblematic of Necron implacability as the Monolith. Like all Necron constructs, it is composed of living metal – a complex semi-sentient alloy that ripples and flows to repair damage in a blink of an eye