The Spawn of Chotec are gigantic salamanders, believed by the Seraphon to be the children of their sun god. Directed in battle by sun-blessed skink handlers, these predatory creatures are capable of belching flammable acid in viscous globs or deadly streams of liquid flame – victims who survive this fiery burst soon find themselves horrifically digested alive by the caustic juices that remain.
Saurus Warriors are the brutal heart of the Seraphon armies. Bred solely for war, these reptilian cohorts advance across the battlefield in disciplined lockstep, unleashing their cold-blooded savagery only when battle is joined. Once the command is given, the ranks of the Saurus Warriors become a fearsome thresher of celestite weaponry, savage jaws, and single-minded focus.
Aggradon Lancers are among the most aggressive cavalry known to the Mortal Realms, for their fearsome scaled steeds only become swifter and more ravenous as battle-frenzy overtakes their senses. A charge of Aggradon Lancers can collapse entire battlelines in a storm of predatory violence, riders and mounts alike lashing out with savage force and overwhelming ferocity.
The Seraphon strive tirelessly to advance the Great Plan of the Old Ones, returning true order and balance to realms tainted by the Ruinous Powers. Guided by ancient amphibian mages who shape reality itself with unfathomable magics, their armies see cold-blooded saurians and ferocious reptilian beasts fight together as a single potent force. Whether stalking from the depths of sweltering jungles or emerging from the heavens in a blaze of starlight, the Seraphon wage war with a fusion of predatory violence and esoteric cosmic power that few can withstand.
The Seraphon strive tirelessly to advance the Great Plan of the Old Ones, returning true order and balance to realms tainted by the Dark Gods. Guided by ancient amphibian mages who shape reality itself with their magics, the armies of the Seraphon see cold-blooded saurians and ferocious reptilian beasts fight together as a single potent force – a fusion of predatory violence and esoteric cosmic power that few can withstand.
Only the bold dare enter the Gnarlwood, a deadly forest where the very trees uproot themselves to feast upon the flesh of living. Yet glory and riches await those few who can endure this hellish environment, for at the heart of the forest lies Talaxis, the legendary Ravening Ruin, its shattered vaults filled with a thousand artefacts of incalculable power. From the deranged plague-alchemists of the Rotmire Creed to the fanatical demolishers of the Horns of Hashut, warbands from across the realms seek to claim these priceless treasures – and will gladly slaughter anyone that stands in their way.
Infernal Masters forge pacts with daemonic entities, referred to in the lore of Prospero as tutelaries. Chanting jagged syllables and making promises of blood and souls, they unleash the powers of these malign familiars to engulf their foes in swarms of momentarily corporeal terrors, to divine whispers of the future, or to master the currents of the warp itself.
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.
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.
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.
Stepping out from the fog of war come the Rubricae. Many of these undying warriors were psykers in their own right, before an ancient curse damned them to an eternity as living husks – their baroque power armour now contains nothing but sparkling dust.