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 quest for the Ravening Ruin has drawn all manner of warriors to the ever-hungry Gnarlwood, seeking glory, riches or the simple joy of slaughter. So thick lie the corpses across the forest floor that Nighthaunt Pyregheists have been drawn to it, threatening to consume the forest with the unholy flames of the Great Necromancer. Their rampant spread is held at bay only by the rising waters of a great river, long dormant but returning slowly to life under the guidance of the Ydrilan Riverblades.
The Wildercorps are trackers, scouts, and outdoorsmen – experts who attack from the cover of thick foliage and broken ground. They act as rangers for the Cities of Sigmar, identifying and tackling threats before they can grow to threaten their homes. Their tracking hounds surge forward, sinking fangs into flesh even as skilled sharpshooters pick out their targets and loose their bolts.
Gorger Mawpacks are strange gatherings of ogors afflicted with the Empty Belly curse, driven mad with hunger no matter how much they consume. Wild-eyed and starving, they launch themselves at their prey, using huge clubs or improvised bludgeons to pulverise those unfortunate enough to be their next, eternally unsatisfying meal.
The world of Bheta-Decima slides towards utter ruination. From the lightless void comes a Nemesis Claw of the Night Lords Traitor Legion, twisted warriors motivated by cruelty and selfish desire. Yet as these ancient predators hunt for technological treasures on the ocean-rigs of Bheta-Decima, they are hunted in turn by the Mandrakes of Aelindrach – and it may be that even these sadistic monsters have met their gruesome match.
Scout Squads are comprised of Space Marines in training, not yet fully elevated to the ranks of battle-brothers. Nonetheless, each operative is physically and mentally strong and robust by an order of magnitude over unaugmented Humans. All are competent killers and infiltrators, wreaking havoc behind enemy lines and collecting valuable battlefield intelligence.
Blades of Khaine are elite Asuryani fighting formations assembled for a single purpose: severing a precise strand of fate to ensure that a terrible future for their craftworld or their race as a whole never comes to pass. Striking Scorpions burst from concealment after stalking their prey for hours or waiting in position for days – chainswords whirring and mandiblasters spitting needles of white fire.
The industrial world of Bheta-Decima is collapsing, its surface ravaged by the burning debris and tainted inhabitants of the space hulk Gallowdark. In the ensuing chaos, a Magos Biologis sends an urgent distress call – and is answered by a Scout Squad of the Raven Guard, bound by a centuries-old debt to extract him and his research from a crumbling ocean-rig complex. However, a Blades of Khaine kill team has been dispatched to foil their escape – and the very fate of the Aeldari could depend on it.