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Far more advanced than the other Imperial craft which it resembles, the Corvus Blackstar is truly worthy of ferrying a Deathwatch Kill Team to their brutal mission.
Organised into small, elite companies plucked from Space Marine Chapters that have pledged a tithe of their strength in the struggle against the xenos, the Deathwatch counts only heroes amongst its ranks.
Secretive and mysterious, Watch Masters are revealed on the battlefield as incomparable leaders. With their innate understanding of tactics and strategy, they assess the unclean enemy hordes in an instant, picking out weaknesses and directing their Kill Teams with clipped, precise orders.
The elite amongst the elite, carefully selected and recruited for their exceptional abilities, the Deathwatch are a thin black line, a sentinel that stands between the Imperium and alien threats unimaginable.
In the Age of Myth, long before the reign of Sigmar Heldenhammer, gods walked among mortals across the nine realms.
The greatest of Tzeentch’s daemons, the Lords of Change shimmer with raw magic. With a flick of its claw, a Lord of Change can hurl foes into nightmares, or blast enemies with the wyrdfires of Tzeentch.
The mightiest and most kunnin’ of all the Swampcalla Shamans, Gobsprakk is known as the Mouth of Mork, for the words he speaks are said to come straight from the Twin-Headed God himself.
Orruk Megabosses are pretty killy – it’s how they become as huge as they do, all that stompin’ causes them to grow and grow and grow until the power of the Waaagh! flows through them. But for some Megabosses, this isn’t enough!
Horrific examples of pure pestilence given form, Verminlord Corruptors live up to their name, existing only to despoil and corrupt.
The latest creations from the crazed laboratories of the Clans Skryre, Stormfiends are hulking brutes stitched together from a variety of body parts.
Strength calls out to strength, and orruk Ardboys are pretty strong. These hulks flock to the brawls of the Ironjawz, and are the only other orruks tolerated, revelling in the joyful noise and absolute smashment that their Waaagh! brings.
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.