Captain-General Trajann Valoris
The office of Captain-General is one of the most powerful military appointments in the Imperium. It confers full responsibility for the overall defence of the Sol System, Terra, the Imperial Palace and, ultimately, the Golden Throne and the Emperor himself. Many claim that Trajann Valoris is the greatest warrior to hold the title of Captain-General since the Emperor strode the stars, having proven himself to be dynamic and effective; qualities that make him ideally suite to lead in this age of unprecedented aggression.
This multi-part plastic kit contains the components necessary to assemble Captain-General Trajann Valoris. His armour is elaborate and eye-catching even amongst his Custodes brothers – he wears the Castellan Plate, an ancient suit of powered armour that incorporates a heraldic tilting plate adorned with an eagle’s head emblem and large feathers. This includes a striking cloak made from the hide of a lion, woven through with adamantine thread – the lion’s head and front paws are draped dramatically over his right shoulder. An auramite halo frames his scowling face, and the whole suit is covered in the kind of ornate, sculpted details that set the Adeptus Custodes apart from other Imperial warriors – eagles, gemstones and filigree litter every surface. His main weapon held in his right hand is the Watcher’s Axe, an enormous polearm which incorporates a ferocious master-crafted bolt weapon known as the Eagle’s Scream; he also carries a misericordia and an ancient relic on his belt known as the Moment Shackle.
This kit comes as 19 components, and is supplied with a Citadel 40mm Round base.
Bright and resplendent in gleaming gold, the Adeptus Custodes stride into war with the confidence their imposing stature gives them. Bullets and shrapnel ricochet from gilded breastplates – these warriors are armoured with the finest wargear, carrying the blessing of the Emperor himself. With their guardian spears they spin, parry and thrust, their immense strength cutting down the enemy as the built-in bolters deal death from afar. The Adeptus Custodes’ minds carry judgment – and their fists carry death.
The ground shudders beneath the tread of a towering Dominus-class Knight. The enemies of the Imperium scatter before the mighty war engine, its immense guns blasting ragged holes in their ranks even as their own return fire bounces from the Knight Castellan's ion shield or clangs and whines from its inches-thick armour. Then the enfilading fire hits home, and panic turns to terror as the enemy realise they have been outflanked by a pair of loping Armiger Helverins. Trapped and hammered mercilessly by the Imperial Knights, the foe is soon reduced to ruin.