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The Deathleaper is a rare and advanced development of the Lictor strain, perfectly evolved to act as a terror weapon. This apex Lictor possesses an instinctive understanding of how to spread fear through hostile forces and prey populations alike, using its skills in stealth, infiltration, and assassination to sow paranoia and dread before the hive fleet attacks en masse.
Neurolictors are nightmarish living weapons of psychological warfare, engineered to implant mind-altering parasites and project a neural disruption field that provokes atavistic terror responses in even the most hardened prey. As an offshoot of the Lictor bioform, Neurolictors possess a nigh-supernatural ability to evade notice – which renders their sabotage all the more terrifying, as these insidious effects often seem to emerge from out of thin air.
Lictors are a sinister adaptation of the Tyranid Warrior bioform, specialising in infiltration, scouting, and assassination. Hidden by their chameleonic skin, these vanguard beasts stalk their prey beyond the reach of the Hive Mind's synaptic web, leading the greater swarm to fresh targets with a potent pheromone trail. Lictors pick off their prey opportunistically, always looking for a chance to crack open an unwary skull and use their feeder tendrils to suck out the secrets within.
Termagants are scuttling predators that attack in huge swarms, armed with living weapons that spit flesh-eating organisms and venomous spines. Originally spawned to roam the tight arterial passages of hive ships and hunt intruders, Termagants harry their prey with a hail of firepower, seeking always to outflank and envelop their victims as they erode their numbers.
Tyranids desire nothing less than to consume every living organism in the galaxy. If that sounds like your jam, you can join in the cosmic feast with every dice roll – and look the business while doing it – using these themed dice!
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.
Barbgaunts are little more than living weapons, their bodies and biological cannons slaved to the will of a pulsating ganglio-parasite that piggybacks them into battle. Once there, they unleash volleys of chitinous barbs that detonate with the fury of violent muscle-spasms, transfixing nearby victims with a hail of jagged projectiles.
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.