The Questor Soulsworn exist outside the chamber structure of Sigmar's heavenly armies, wandering fellowships bound together by prophecies and omens from the God-King himself. Each of these elite Stormcast Eternals is a storied champion in their own right, expected to overcome impossible odds as they undertake quests of the grandest import.
The Royal Beastflayers are the gamekeepers and questing hunters of the Flesh-eater Courts, deluded ghouls who see themselves as brave warriors sworn to hunt down foul beasts for the glory of their vampiric lords. In reality, these debased cannibals stalk innocent victims and genuine abominations alike, draping themselves in the flayed hides and gnawed bones of their unfortunate quarry.
Bellowing ‘wakey-wakey’ at deafening volume, Rabble-Rowzas take it upon themselves to rile up the subterranean hordes. So grating are their magically enhanced voices that they can stir even the most stubborn trogg-titans and squiggly beasts from their slumber. When they arrive at a battle, they’re often surrounded by a medley of cranky squigs and mushroom-addled grots.
In the terrible and voracious depths of the Gnarlwood, warbands battle over ancient Realmshaper Engines – strange stone ziggurats that imbue the forest with cosmic energies. To meddle with these arcane constructs could unleash catastrophe far beyond the Ravening Ruin, but the deranged ghouls of the Royal Beastflayers believe they are on a quest to save the realm, and will devour anyone who stands in their way. It falls to the heroic Questor Soulsworn – itinerant champions of the Stormcast Eternals, guided by visions and prophecies – to defend the Seraphon relics from those who would defile them.
The Claws of Karanak venerate the Flesh Hounds of Khorne, becoming bloodthirsty hunters who pursue craven prey in the Blood God's name. These predator-cults fight like packs of wild animals, taking on the aspect of daemonic beasts as they hack foes to shreds in horrific displays of brutality.
The Askurgan Trueblades are an order of vampiric warrior-monks who seek to master their bloody curse. Dedicated to self-discipline and martial excellence, these Soulblight vampires seek out the mightiest beasts acr
Quiet as shadow, as relentless as the driving rain, the Hunters of Huanchi prowl the sacred territories of the Seraphon in search of trespassers. These peerless hunters silently creep up on any who dare corrupt the domain of the Old Ones and riddle them with deadly, toxin-laced darts. Their prey are left helpless as the skinks surge forward to deliver a killing strike.
Merciless destroyers of temples and monuments, the Jade Obelisk are a menace to all who do not worship their malevolent god – a mysterious change-augur known as the Speaker in the Stone. Blasphemous artificers skilled in stonecraft, these masked cultists are each cursed to slow but inevitable petrification. Acutely aware of their finite time as living flesh, they are singleminded in their purpose – to desecrate the idols of all false gods before their mortal bodies succumb.
This book offers all the knowledge and rules you need to command your own grot horde in games of Warhammer Age of Sigmar. Discover the petty and vindictive history of the grots, learn the legends of the Bad Moon, and find out how the Era of the Beast has energised them anew.
The Gloomspite Gitz are cunning and vindictive in the extreme, their deranged grotty minds forever spinning up fresh tricks and vicious ploys. Dismiss the cackling cruelty of the grots, the hungry ferocity of their squigs, and the thoughtless strength of the cavern-dwelling troggoths at your peril – these are the true children of the Bad Moon.
Veteran squig-herders who muster ravening packs of cave-beasts, Squigbosses don’t so much command their fungal herds as offer incentives of potent mushrooms, balanced by occasional jabbings from their squig-krooks. Most go to battle accompanied by loyal Gnasha-squigs, who gleefully chomp at anything that gets too close – this predatory pet is often their closest friend, for other grots find anyone that even a squig won't eat to be deeply suspect.
Snarlfang Riders prowl at the flanks of a Gloomspite horde, mounted atop cruel, wolf-like beasts raised as steeds from birth. These opportunistic cavalry-grots gleefully hunt down the enemy, loosing volleys of barbed arrows before their ferocious Snarlfang partners pounce upon the foe and tear them apart with fang and claw. Estranged from their subterranean Moonclan cousins, the plains-dwelling Gitmobs join Gloomspite throngs as mercenaries and outriders in a grudging truce fuelled by shared hatreds.