The Adeptus Custodes are an army unlike any other. Each member would be considered a mighty hero by lesser warriors, capable of besting entire units or even armies of weaker foes. When they assemble in larger groups, they are a gleaming golden host, their speed and agility combining with frightening strength, skill at arms, and tactical brilliance.
The Adeptus Custodes rarely deploy in large numbers, but they are a hurricane force of destruction when they do. Trained in the arts of the Martial Ka'tah, their armoured infantry steadily advance – an army of gene-forged golden warriors who wield ornate powered blades with integrated firearms, every strike and shot a graceful killing blow. These are the chosen guardians of the Golden Throne, the Emperor's emissaries and executioners, and they meet any foe with the conviction and confidence of demigods.
The Adeptus Custodes are the guardians of the Emperor. They are each individually gene-forged, and their iconic golden armour is among the most magnificent in the Imperium. Now you can protect the Golden Throne with themed dice to match!
The Adeptus Custodes are demigods of war, sworn to defend the Emperor until death. They are among the most elite warriors in the Imperium, clad in auramite armour and wielding some of the finest weapons ever created by Humanity.
The Adeptus Custodes are towering champions clad in gleaming auramite who will protect the Emperor at any cost. With bodies and minds honed through ancient secrets of gene-alchemy and wielding individually crafted weapons of incredible potency, even a small band of these terrifying exemplars can carve a bloody path through hordes of foes. They fight side by side upon the battlefield with the cold-eyed witch seekers of the Sisters of Silence. Theirs is an eternal war, for the threats to the Master of Mankind are manifold and spread across the stars, but they wage it with breathtaking skill and ferocity, for to falter is to doom all of Humanity.
The Cities of Sigmar are bastions of light and hope in realms embattled by darkness. With faith and overwhelming firepower, their mortal armies fight back against the fiend, the monster, and the wraith.
Freeguild Cavalier-Marshals command their Free City's forces from horseback, and are nigh-unstoppable on the charge. They galloping hard into the enemy, seeking the perfect moment to collapse their battleline in a single decisive attack. Though they often carry the weight of a Dawnbringer Crusade upon their shoulders, these Marshals are inspiring champions who are well used to leading by example.
Alchemite Warforgers are specialist wizards who wield the raw energies of Chamon. As muscular and sweaty as any mundane blacksmith, these mages pluck glowing runecubes from their crucibles, channelling metallurgic magic to destroy their foes. Their arcane alchemy can change the properties of not only metal, but reality itself.
Pontifex Zenestra is the revered leader of the Cult of the Wheel – one of the more influential Sigmarite faiths found throughout the Free Cities. As the Matriarch gives her inspiring battlefield sermons, the raw celestial power of the God-King crackles out from her sacred palanquin to incinerate blasphemers, whilst devoted acolytes bludgeon and hew any foolish enough to approach her without permission. The Great Wheel turns, and the driving force is faith.
The battlefield shakes under the heavy hooves of the Freeguild Cavaliers as they make their charge. No idle jousters these – theirs is a war of grinding, brutal attrition where man and steed alike are expected to fight for hours at a time without rest.
Freeguild Marshals are experts in the art of war, veteran commanders entrusted with the defence of their Free City. Those who lead from the front are perhaps the most heroic of all, and when battlelines clash, their skill with sword, hammer, and pistol swiftly becomes clear. The respect they have won from their soldiers is stronger than any shield, and their Relic Envoys ensure that orders always get where they are needed.
Freeguild Fusiliers are disciplined gunners, trained to plant their heavy pavise shields in the ground and form a defensive line that is effectively a fortress battlement brought to the field. From this position, ranked Fusiliers can unleash continuous volleys of fire, their sturdy fusil-cannons belching hot death and drifting clouds of blackpowder smoke.