Jain Zar is the most active of all the Phoenix Lords in the war against the forces of the Great Enemy. To watch her in combat is to watch an exquisite dance, amidst leg sweeps, dodging twists and graceful pirouettes, the glowing polearm scythes and darts until only Jain Zair is left standing.
No living Iron Hand can recall a time when Feirros’ sardonic tones did not grace the Iron Council. Nor does any remember another wielding the axe Harrowhand during their Rite of Severance – the lopping of the left hand so that an augmetic fist may take its place is the moment in which a recruit truly becomes an Iron Hand.
The Dire Avengers are first amongst the Aspect Warriors of the Aeldari. They represent the War God's unending thirst for vengeance upon a galaxy of woe, and as such they are merciless to their foes and unstinting in their devotion to their people.
War Walkers are used in rough terrain, to scout out enemy positions. Its two heavy weapons provide a considerable arsenal for its size, but it lacks the armour to fight at the centre of an attack.
The Emperor's Champion is a humble warrior plucked out of the ranks of the Black Templars by the divine will of the Emperor himself.
Psykers of unparalleled ability and renown, the Aeldari Farseers meticulously plan and execute strategies covering thousands of years and unimaginable distance.
The Black Templars surge into battle like the Emperor's wrath made manifest. Streaking down from the void or thundering to war in mechanised spearheads, they strike with a fury that leaves Mankind's enemies reeling.
Leading their Black Templars brethren from the front lines, Marshals exemplify the strength and skill of the warriors under their command.
Black Templar Castellans function as Lieutenants for this esoteric successor Chapter. Acting as the right hand of their Marshal, they help direct their battle-brothers in war.
Eldrad Ulthran was once chief amongst the Farseers of Ulthwé. Eldrad has lived for over ten thousand years, and has successfully guided his people along the twisting paths of fate since the Fall, and throughout the rise of the Imperium.
Illusion, misdirection and terror are the psychic tools at the disposal of the Shadowseer. Wherever the Shadowseer treads on the battlefield discipline collapses, replaced by a bedlam of screams, gibbering and panicked, aimless gunfire.
Embracing the role of Death in its entirety, there is no mercy in the heart of a Death Jester. His outsize shuriken cannon reaps a deadly toll on his enemies as each round, impregnated with virulent biotoxins, causes its victims’ metabolisms to spectacularly detonate.