The ultimate competitive miniatures game brings the action to the frozen continent of Bjarl, in the Warhammer Underworlds: Deathgorge Core Set. This box is stuffed with everything you need to start playing, including two complete warbands, four decks of cards, dice, tokens, boards, and more.
Hearthkyn Salvagers are experienced combat-surveyors of the Leagues of Votann, deployed to scout out hazardous locations such as drifting space hulks and rad-blasted killzones in search of wealth and resources. Loaded with advanced equipment for scanning and navigating their dangerous surroundings, these doughty explorers use bursts of intense firepower to eliminate anyone obstructing their search.
Beastmen are an abhuman subspecies, condemned across the Imperium as unclean mutants. Embittered by their persecution, many Beastmen turn to the Ruinous Powers, congregating on the outskirts of civilisation in savage herds dominated by Fellgor Ravagers. These brutal Beastmen are veterans of countless raids, who prove their strength and devotion to the Dark Gods through braying war cries, swift slaughter, and violent sacrifices.
Archons are the rulers of the Dark City's Kabals, callous Drukhari schemers driven by boundless avarice. When these cartel-masters require precision and certainty, they assemble their Hand – an elite team of Kabalite experts, chosen for their terrifying skills in everything from poison to bladework. Hands of the Archon accomplish their employer's dark whims without fail – all while jockeying for influence and prestige in the courts of Commorragh.
Inquisitors wield nearly limitless power in the Imperium, and dispatch cells of sanctioned agents across the galaxy to do their bidding. Led by trusted Interrogator apprentices, these secret teams might include customised servitors, soldiers seconded from any and every military branch, dangerous psykers, convicted killers with skills too ‘useful’ to waste, and religious zealots whose fervour shields them from experiences that would drive more rational souls into madness.
After thousands of years adrift in the warp, the space hulk Gallowdark has emerged into realspace. A colossal, moon-sized derelict inhabited by mutants, aliens, and things known only by the screams of their victims, the Gallowdark's shadowy depths hold prizes beyond comprehension – ancient treasures, arcane weapons, and secrets forgotten to the galaxy. Kill teams of deadly operatives stalk each other through winding corridors and decaying machinery, conducting daring raids, assassinations, sabotage, and epic last stands that engulf the Gallowdark in a shadow war.
The diseased skaven of Skabbik’s Plaguepack plan to usher in the birth of one of the Great Plagues – an apocalyptic disease prophecised amongst the fanatical verminkin of the Clans Pestilens. Their foulsome quest has taken the Plaguepack deep into the heart of Wyrdhollow, to seek one of the arcane ingredients in this foul brew. Should Skabbik's noisome flock succeed in their task, great swathes of the Mortal Realms may be reduced to rancid rotting mulch. Let their enemies beware – a sickening death awaits any who stand against the children of the Great Corruptor.
Commanders of elite kill teams know that victory is often a matter of securing the proper resources and ensuring their operatives have the tools they need to get the job done. Given the critical nature of their missions, kill teams often find themselves equipped with all manner of useful tools, from measuring devices to portable barricades.
The Headsmen’s Curse has come. Nothing shall stay the bite of the dread blade Terminus, for it was fashioned long ago by Nagash himself, and has a vile sentience of its own. Damned souls surround it, bound to serve as judge, jury and executioner. Their former identities are subsumed into the greatsword’s necromantic magic; always there is one to wield the blade, one to sharpen its edge, one to bear the headsman’s block, and a scriptor to sentence the condemned. No matter the crime against the Supreme Necromancer, the sentence is always the same – Death!
The Headsmen’s Curse has come. Nothing shall stay the bite of the dread blade Terminus, for it was fashioned long ago by Nagash himself, and has a vile sentience of its own. Damned souls surround it, bound to serve as judge, jury and executioner. Their former identities are subsumed into the greatsword’s necromantic magic; always there is one to wield the blade, one to sharpen its edge, one to bear the headsman’s block, and a scriptor to sentence the condemned. No matter the crime against the Supreme Necromancer, the sentence is always the same – Death!
A curious affliction has been observed in Wyrdhollow – The energy from loosed Realmshaper Engines is striking living creatures and altering them to some unknown purpose. More sinister still, those affected appear to lose their volition, becoming vessels for a power and will not their own. While little is known about these emotionless Voidcursed Thralls, what is certain is that they are entirely devoted to their mysterious cause, forgoing sleep, safety, and in some cases survival. Those who seek to prevent or defeat them risk falling prey to the same cosmic hex, their flesh being slowly claimed by the star-dotted blackness of the Void itself, until they are little more than silhouettes.
The Adeptus Arbites enforce the Imperium's laws without exception or mercy. Exaction Squads are formed of only the most experienced Arbitrators, called into service to hunt down dangerous transgressors for interrogation and punishment, no matter where they hide. They do not hesitate to crush any who stand in their way, ruthlessly bludgeoning or cutting them down in blazes of firepower, never halting until their target is in custody.