The T'au Empire is a young and dynamic civilisation of technologically advanced aliens, spreading like wildfire across the stars as they seek to unite every sapient being under the philosophy of the Greater Good.
Knights are colossal suits of armour bristling with heavy weapons, employed both by noble houses of the lmperium and those fallen to Chaos. Regardless of their allegiance, they are capable of laying waste to entire enemy armies.
The zealous warriors of the Adepta Sororitas are the most devout servants of the Imperium. Singing praise to the God-Emperor, they embark on crusading Wars of Faith to smite the heretic, the mutant, the witch and the xenos.
The Necrons are a deathless race of alien androids, entombed in self-repairing bodies of living metal. In a long forgotten era, they ruled the galaxy. Now, having slumbered in stasis for millennia, they are rising up to conquer it again.
Chaos Space Marines are the Imperium's most bitter foes – warbands of genetically augmented killers, clad in baroque armour and sworn to otherworldly forces, festooned with the battle scars and trophies of their treachery.
The Death Guard are the chosen Legion of the Plague God Nurgle, the diseased scions of the Daemon Primarch Mortarion, and they bring sickness and destruction to all who oppose them.
As the massive space hulks known as the Arks of Omen spread the flames of Abaddon’s war across the galaxy, a powerful agent of the Inquisition ignites an ancient archeotech beacon – praying that its light might drive back the darkness. Yet that which burns bright may be seen from afar. Deep in the void, the hateful gaze of Angron, Daemon Primarch of the World Eaters, is drawn towards the light. Driven by his fury, the Red Angel vows to drown the beacon in blood.
This book offers all the knowledge and rules you need to command your own grot horde in games of Warhammer Age of Sigmar. Discover the petty and vindictive history of the grots, learn the legends of the Bad Moon, and find out how the Era of the Beast has energised them anew.
The Gloomspite Gitz are cunning and vindictive in the extreme, their deranged grotty minds forever spinning up fresh tricks and vicious ploys. Dismiss the cackling cruelty of the grots, the hungry ferocity of their squigs, and the thoughtless strength of the cavern-dwelling troggoths at your peril – these are the true children of the Bad Moon.
Veteran squig-herders who muster ravening packs of cave-beasts, Squigbosses don’t so much command their fungal herds as offer incentives of potent mushrooms, balanced by occasional jabbings from their squig-krooks. Most go to battle accompanied by loyal Gnasha-squigs, who gleefully chomp at anything that gets too close – this predatory pet is often their closest friend, for other grots find anyone that even a squig won't eat to be deeply suspect.
Snarlfang Riders prowl at the flanks of a Gloomspite horde, mounted atop cruel, wolf-like beasts raised as steeds from birth. These opportunistic cavalry-grots gleefully hunt down the enemy, loosing volleys of barbed arrows before their ferocious Snarlfang partners pounce upon the foe and tear them apart with fang and claw. Estranged from their subterranean Moonclan cousins, the plains-dwelling Gitmobs join Gloomspite throngs as mercenaries and outriders in a grudging truce fuelled by shared hatreds.
The Great Rift has torn the Emperor's realm in two. Ancient alien empires rise from the ashes of prehistory to claw at the dying stars. Predatory nightmares boil from the outer darkness, while everywhere the veil of reality wears thin and the flames of war rise ever higher. Day by day, battle upon battle, the galaxy careens ever closer to total annihiliation.