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.
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.
Knights of the Realm make up the bulk of Bretonnia’s nobility and its armed might, and command great respect for both their high station and the deeds they performed to attain it. Knights Errant, however, are the youthful sons and daughters of Bretonnian nobles, bold young warriors who seek any opportunity to earn their spurs under the chivalric code. Heavily armoured, mounted on fine warhorses, and assembled into an unstoppable lance formation, a charge of Bretonnian Knights has the power to shatter enemy hordes like kindling under a woodsman's axe.
The Bretonnians are a warlike and valiant people who willingly seek out battle as a way of securing personal honour and pride. Their armies are feared and respected throughout the Old World, marching to war in the name of the Lady of the Lake, and sweeping aside all opposition on the field of battle.
Pegasus Knights are made up almost exclusively of Knights of the Realm, but only the wealthiest and most influential knights can boast of owning a battle-trained pegasus, for the creatures are difficult to capture and harder still to train. Accordingly, to own such a beast is the ultimate symbol of wealth and success for their owners, but in truth, a pegasus is also a great practical boon for any knight fortunate enough to acquire one.
Pegasus Knights are made up almost exclusively of Knights of the Realm, but only the wealthiest and most influential knights can boast of owning a battle-trained pegasus, for the creatures are difficult to capture and harder still to train. Accordingly, to own such a beast is the ultimate symbol of wealth and success for their owners, but in truth, a pegasus is also a great practical boon for any knight fortunate enough to acquire one.
This supplement takes an in-depth look at the Kingdom of Bretonnia, exploring the traditions and beliefs of this realm of chivalrous knights and humble peasants. Used in conjunction with Warhammer: the Old World – Forces of Fantasy, this book provides additional rules and content, allowing you to use your collection of bold Bretonnian heroes in new and exciting ways.
When the evil forces gather, and darkness presses in upon the realms of Men, bold heroes muster gleaming hosts in the defence of their homes. In Bretonnia, the earth trembles with the thunder of galloping hooves as noble knights charge to war.
The Hedonites of Slaanesh revel in suffering, and worship their absent deity by engaging in the most vile acts imaginable. Empowered by depravity and addicted to extremes of sensation, the servants of the Dark Prince are a scourge on the realms. Each warband is an unpredictable and quixotic terror, guided by diabolical whims as they conquer and pillage.
Lords of Hubris are utterly enamoured with their own magnificence, strutting peacocks who swagger into battle, loudly demanding that the enemy’s finest face them in single combat. Those foolish enough to answer this challenge are cut to ribbons in a matter of seconds, for these champions have honed their bladework to perfection, and are accompanied by only the most elite Slaaneshi warriors.