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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.
The Orks love fighting above all else. These brutal and violent aliens roam the galaxy in vast hordes, gleefully piling into battle with a deafening war cry of 'Waaagh!'. Morgrim's Butchas are a ferocious warband of Beast Snaggas, rugged Orks eager to prove their toughness by bringing down the biggest, baddest prey the galaxy has to offer. Whether they ride atop bad-tempered Squighogs or rush forward in bellowing mobs of Boyz, no foe is safe from becoming a Beast Snagga's next trophy.
Ork Meks always manage to accrue a following with promises of big explosions, bigger guns, and proximity to loud engines. When a Big Mek builds a Stompa, they're followed into battle by a band of Ork boyz, knowing it will attract some of the heaviest resistance, and best fightin'.
Orks love dakka. They also love getting stuck in. What they love best is getting stuck in with lots of dakka and plenty of mates – join the Waaagh! on every roll, using these themed dice!
Orks go to war with a huge variety of weapons and wargear, loads of bone-rattling war engines of belching smoke, and roaring beasts. No two Ork forces are alike, but all are utterly deadly in their own way.
Orks are brutal and violent aliens who love nothing more than to fight. They are tough, with hulking physiques, thick skulls, and toothy maws. When gathered in an excitable crush of noise and death, Orks become infused with a strange energy that drives them to even greater acts of unrestrained ferocity. They gleefully pile into the fight, bellowing their deafening war cry – ‘Waaagh!’.
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.