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Prince Apophas is the Cursed Scarab Lord, a damned spectre who terrorises the battlefield in the form of swarming scarab beetles surrounding his sun-bleached skull. This remorseless killer still grips the very blade he used to slit the throats of his own family, a deed which saw him condemned by Usirian, the Nehekharan god of the underworld.
Tomb Kings are the ancient, long-dead rulers of the Great Land. They awaken from the sleep of death, possessing all the ambition and lust for power they had in life, and seeking to reclaim their plundered treasures and restore their ancient glory. Those who seek to get to grips with the enemy as quickly as possible ride into battle in a chariot pulled by skeletal steeds.
Gnomes frankly have a tough time winning a game of Blood Bowl – but bringing along a Treeman is a great way to close the height gap. And the strength gap. And the skill gap. These mighty arboreal players give the Gnomes half a shot against most serious teams.
Gnomes are something of an enigma in the world of Blood Bowl, with many fans having dismissed their existence almost entirely. While their tactics, and woodland creatures, are somewhat unorthodox, Gnomes are quite fond of the game. While individual players are hardly paragons of athleticism, their mastery of magical illusions and the befriending of forest beasts gives them certain advantages not enjoyed by less gloriously bearded teams.
Gnome teams play Blood Bowl on pitches deep within their mysterious forests, in clearings between the trees. These aren't just your regular run-of-the-mill forests, though – magic hangs in the air, and all manner of creatures, both fey and mundane, come out of hiding to watch their Gnome friends play Blood Bowl!
Even with their magical illusions, Gnome teams will need all the luck they can get in games of Blood Bowl, which is where these themed dice come in.
Deep in the dank heart of the old forests, mischievous woodland creatures frolic, prance, and beat each other to a pulp playing the age-old game of Blood Bowl. This issue's guest editor, Davide Mirrorfoot, reveals just a few of the secrets of Gnome teams.
The tunnels of the Wintermaw are said to conceal ancient treasures, lost secrets, and even mortal souls trapped within eternal ice. However, those foolhardy enough to claim such prizes will soon encounter the hideous burrowing abominations that slew these poor souls in the first place...
It’s time to return to Shadespire in this new expansion for Warhammer Underworlds! Four classic warbands return to the game, complete with updated fighter cards and a new, complete Rivals deck for each. Unleash the chilling power of the Briar Queen, flood your foes with Spiteclaw's Swarm, crush enemies with the might of Mollog, and employ the madcap tricks of Zarbag and his gitz – all to lay low your rivals, and claim victory.
Zondara Rivenheart lost the love of her life – Ferlain – to a terrible curse that left him a snarling beast. Now she will stop at nothing in her efforts to save him. A stolen tome has unlocked the secrets of necromancy to this desperate wizard, and led her to believe that she might find a way to restore her beloved amongst the frozen graves and lost dead of the Deathgorge.
In the Deathgorge’s depths lie blood-magic artefacts encased within ancient ice. These Rimelocked Relics are the treasures of lost civilisations – weapons and artefacts held fast in the Everwinter’s arctic clutches. Only a burning desire can thaw the magical hoarfrost to free them, though many warriors attempt more exotic and dangerous methods to unleash their terrible power.
Tomb Kings are the ancient, long-dead rulers of Nehekhara, reborn through the archaic rituals of their Liche Priests. Only the most prestigious rulers can harness the undying will of a fearsome Necrolith Bone Dragon, much less ride such a behemoth into battle. These reanimated wyrms descend upon the living, given unnatural flight by skeletal wings, before lashing out with wicked claws and jagged fangs. Those who survive must contend with clouds of seething dust and desiccating smog, for a dragon's breath is lethal even in death.