Idolised echoes of a bygone era, the Eidolons of Mathlann are summoned to life in times of dire need. These are no divine avatars, however, but collective manifestations of the ancestral souls of the Idoneth Deepkin, spirits of vengeance wrapped in the image of a lost aelven god.
Shrugging off enemy missiles, the Akhelian Leviadon plunges into the fray. Scythed fins dismember foes while the beast’s powerful jaws clamp down with enough force to crush tempered steel.
Namarti Reavers provide the archers and scouts for the Idoneth Deepkin phalanxes.
He was the first of his kind, and is the last of the Cythai still alive. All Ionrach bow before him, their one acknowledged leader, the eldest and greatest of their race.
No troops exemplify the Idoneth Deepkin way of life more than the Akhelian Guard. Mounted atop Fangmora Eels, they fight in a loose formation ideal for rapid assaults and sudden retreats, typifying the hit-and-run style of war common amongst the aelves of the depths.
The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell within the oceans of the Mortal Realms, emerging from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers – a grim harvest upon which their very survival depends.
At first they appear as spectral blurs in the ethersea, distant streamlined shapes that seem to materialise from nowhere. With powerful thrusts of their sickle-finned tails, the forms grow all too quickly as they launch their attack
It is the Tidecasters who conjure the phantasmal sea that allows aelf and aquatic beast to move and breathe as if they were in their own natural environment.
The foot soldiers of Nurgle’s Maggotkin love nothing more than spreading filth and bountiful contagions, hoping to transform the Eightpoints into a sacred garden of beautiful putrescence.
The Beasts of Chaos have long dwelt in the wild places of the Mortal Realms. Even during the Age of Myth, these creatures menaced the civilised lands, and their alliance with the primal essence of anarchy has only made them more deadly. Their marauding Greatfrays contain all manner of bestial warriors; the cunning gor-kin of the Brayherds are master ambushers, while the brutes of the Warherds are cursed with an insatiable bloodgreed. Warring alongside them are the Dragon Ogors, ancient inhabitants of Azyr banished by the God-King and empowered by the touch of lightning.
Tzeentch’s minions revel in manipulation – after all, it is not for nothing that their patron is known as the Architect of Fate. Within great cities lurk hidden Kairic Acolytes, while vicious Tzaangor flocks stalk the warped wilds. The daemons of Tzeentch are especially strange, often casting forth gouts of aetheric fire. Tzeentch is the greatest patron of sorcery among the Chaos Gods, and so it is little surprise that many of his followers are mighty wizards, their sorcerous power rewriting the very laws of reality.
Tzeentch’s minions revel in manipulation – after all, it is not for nothing that their patron is known as the Architect of Fate. Within great cities lurk hidden Kairic Acolytes, while vicious Tzaangor flocks stalk the warped wilds. The daemons of Tzeentch are especially strange, often casting forth gouts of aetheric fire. Tzeentch is the greatest patron of sorcery among the Chaos Gods, and so it is little surprise that many of his followers are mighty wizards, their sorcerous power rewriting the very laws of reality.