This book offers all the knowledge and rules you need to command your own beastherd in games of Warhammer Age of Sigmar. Discover the twisted history of the Beasts of Chaos from the Age of Myth through to the Era of the Beast, where their savagery is once again spreading through the Mortal Realms, leaving only a wilderness of brutal survival in their wake.
The Beasts of Chaos are twisted amalgamations of man and beast, filled with a burning desire to see the edifices of civilisation torn down and despoiled. Born from the primordial power of Chaos itself, these creatures gather in immense herds, stirring themselves to a frothing rage beneath looming, rune-scarred totems before loping forth in search of prey.
In the merciless society of the Beasts of Chaos, only the mightiest rise to power. These are the Beastlords – hulking killers who command through intimidation and brutality, and delight in sinking their man-ripper axes into the skulls of their foes. The largest and most feared of their kind, Beastlords rule over their herds with an iron hoof, leading raids to plunder and destroy civilisation wherever it encroaches on their wild territories.
For ten thousand years Mortarion, Lord of the Death Guard, has crushed his enemies upon the field of battle.
Plagueburst Crawlers are lumbering, formidable siege tanks whose huge ram-blades, thick armour plating and daemonic energies provide them with incredible resilience.
Festooned with swaying plague censers and tainted bells, Miasmic Malignifiers belch thick clouds of miasmal fumes from their rusted chimneys.
Blightlord Terminators are relentless and unstoppable, elite Death Guard warriors bound forever to mutated suits of Cataphractii armour.
The Pale Harvestmen; the Scythes of Nurgle; the Eyes of Mortarion. The elite warriors of the Deathshroud go by many names, and every one is redolent with a miasma of fear and menace.
Bloated with festering corruption, Plague Marines form the mainstay of the Death Guard, and unlike many Traitor Legions their numbers have only swollen as the millennia have passed.
Labouring through the air on buzzing turbines and driven by the trapped essence of a Nurgle Daemon, the Foetid Bloat-drone drifts toward the enemy like an armoured plague fly.
Typhus, Lord of Mortarion’s First Plague Company and Host of the Destroyer Hive, is the most feared of all Plague Fleet commanders.
Tubes and pipes erupt in profusion from the Lord of Virulence’s armour. These gout noxious fumes are putrid eruptions whose hue and stench guide the fire of artillery engines behind the lines. In their wake, their flensefrond cloaks leave a trail of sickening mucosal slime for hungry Daemon Engines to follow.