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The Lords of Bretonnia are renowned warriors – Dukes, Barons, and Paladins who charge out to defend their domains – but only the most wealthy and influential can ride a Royal Pegasus into battle. These proud and intelligent creatures are said to be the purest of their kind, and allow their noble riders to quickly engage and trample the foe in pursuit of honour and glory.
Men-at Arms are the lowborn regiments of Bretonnia, recruited as children into the household guard of their noble lords. Though humble, they are not to be underestimated – when these simple foot soldiers are gathered for war, they provide vital infantry support for the knights and nobles. Their tall shields emblazoned with the heraldry of their lord, they march forward in a wave of proud colours and carefully polished steel.
Peasant Bowmen are called up from the lowborn serfs of Bretonnia's dukedoms, expected to take up their own longbows and engage enemies unworthy of the attention of a knight's attention from afar. Most peasants have trained with the bow from a young age, but to make their numbers count on the battlefield, these archers congregate into massed units that direct volley after volley of arrows into the enemy.
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.
Knights on Foot consist of minor nobles belonging to the extended family of a baron or duke. These warriors proudly display the colours and motifs of their lord’s heraldry, often further embellished with personal devices, identifying them as belonging to a single, extended family whilst declaring their individualism and their own stature as nobles.