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Lumbering, heavy-set creatures with furrowed brows and heavy armour, orruk Brutes are unconcerned with the complex things in life. Their minds are filled with one thing only - violence.
Of all the Snatchabosses, Skumdrekk is the vilest and most kunnin'. As such, he has become a sort of celebrity to the Kruleboyz of Ghur. Owner of the Murkvast Menagerie – a huge, drained mangrove swamp that acts as prison for scores of vicious and unusual beasts – Swampboss Skumdrekk is a living legend.
Hobgrots are devious and malicious allies for the Kruleboyz. In Orruk society they act as barterers, trading between the greenskins and Hashut-worshipping duardin, letting both sides believe they are getting one up over the other.
Wielding an assortment of jagged spears and wickedly sharp hand weapons, the Gutrippaz are the mainstay of any Kruleboyz army.
Distant relatives to the troggoths found in caves and mountains, Marshcrawla Sloggoths are slow, patient hunters with long, grasping limbs that they use to grab unsuspecting victims from the burrows and beds they sleep in.
The most vicious Kruleboyz leaders often ride into battle riding a towering Mirebrute Troggoth that they have brought to heel. These lumbering beasts stride into battle using crude clubs and all manner of natural detritus to batter their enemies.
Elite Tzaangors, possessing strange feathers and elaborate horns, the Tzaangor Enlightened are truly blessed with the favour of Tzeentch. They wield ornate spears that set them above their lesser kin, some even riding upon Discs of Tzeentch.
The Orruks are Destruction incarnate. This vicious and primal race of natural-born killers loves nothing more than to wage unending war.
Man-skewer Boltboyz are known for using crude crossbows to engage in ranged combat. Their close-combat comrades heckle and scoff at this perceived display of cowardice, but these devious Kruleboyz care not.
Savage, avian beasts dedicated to Tzeentch, Tzaangors have been willingly warped into shapes and forms pleasing to the Architect of Fate.
The Disciples of Tzeentch take a great many forms, from Arcanite cultists to hosts of gibbering daemons. Amongst their chanting ranks are bird-headed beastmen, horned monstrosities and many-eyed seers, all determined to capsize the reality of the Mortal Realms.
Gibbering nonsense with lunatic energy the luminescent Pink Horrors whirl and flail their arms, generating raw magic that fills the air. En masse, the Pink Horrors give rise to so much arcane force that they can hurl blasts of unnatural fire at the enemy.