The Soulblight Gravelords are powerful undead monstrosities eternally hungering for the blood that sustains them. Led by cruel and immortal vampiric nobility, they go to war with hordes of undead thralls and twisted beasts. Each dynasty fights differently, attuned to their morbid commander's predilections – the Vengorian Lords are those who have succumbed to their bestial nature, leaving them just as warped in body as they are in soul.

The Soublight Gravelords are blood-sucking rulers of the night, who command undead hordes to crash upon the living. These vampires are undead of singular power and ambition, lords of the night who serve as Nagash’s generals even as they chafe against his will. Every Soulblight dynasty has its own ambitions for the realms, and they are eager to achieve them through any means, no matter how dark. Leading armies of shambling corpses, necromantic entities and horrors from the deepest graves, the vampires expand their fiefdoms and grind mortals beneath their heels.

Little is known of the mysterious First of the Vyrkos. When she and her lupine packs hunt, the enemy is overcome by a storm of savage claws and slavering fangs, their champions hideously transfigured by the cruel and ancient matriarch.

Overwhelmed by his wrath, Radukar has undergone a terrifying transformation. The bestial monster within has come to consume the vampire almost entirely, and he now fights with a raw and brutal fury, his ferocious howls ringing through the night.

Though Kritza professes nobility, in reality, his soul is as odious as the sewers that are his lair. Swathed in choking perfume, the Rat Prince is nevertheless a cunning adversary, returning after each apparent defeat to exact a cruel revenge.

Deadwalker Zombies are created from the bodies of the recently dead, given strength through the power of dark necromancy and sent onto the battlefield in shambling hordes.

Some vampires dedicate their eternal lives to the mastery of one pursuit, and those determined to become peerless warriors invariably end up among the ranks of the Blood Knights.

Ivya Volga is a loner amongst the Vyrkos dynasty, spurning the company of her vampiric kin in favour of her loyal swarm of bat familiars. She ranges far and wide across the realms, testing her strength against the most ferocious creatures she can find and feasting on their magic-infused blood.

In ancient times, mighty warlords fought across the lands. Upon their death, these brutal warriors were buried deep beneath the ground, their tombs protected from thieves and looters by shamanistic spells.

The vampiric nobles of the Soulblight Gravelords build deathly empires to serve their every desire, enthralling mortals and raising the dead to fight wars of conquest. These immortal aristocrats constantly push to expand their holdings, for they will never be satisfied until the Mortal Realms are shrouded in night and drowned in blood.

Once a courageous vampire-knight who, despite holding no love for Ghur's mortal races, refused to prey upon those weaker than herself, Lauka Vai's constant struggle against the hunger within was cruelly cut short while tangling with a Tzeentchian sorcerer.

Even amongst the Soulblight vampires, Lady Annika's thirst for blood is legendary. In battle, she attacks as a sanguine blur, her enchanted rapier reaping a red harvest as her foes fatally stumble and slip in the gore that inevitably pools about her feet.

Grotesque monsters that prey upon the blood of the unfortunate souls they catch, Fell Bats are an amalgamation of deathly magics and the Soulblight curse brought into being by their vampire masters.

Bedecked in rusting weapons and wearing the fading scraps of once-proud armour, Deathrattle Skeletons are the unflinching core of many a Soulblight vampire's army.

Wight Kings are ancient rulers, resurrected by foul necromantic magic. Some of these Deathrattle monarchs take to battle atop ancient skeletal steeds, clad in rusted barding. These mounted warrior-lords typically ride at the very forefront of the undead advance, stampeding the enemy into dust and driving their lances into the hearts of the living.

It is said that to hear a Dire Wolf's howl is to be damned. These lupine undead are tireless hunters, and when they finally run their prey to the ground, their powerful jaws ensure that the kill comes swiftly indeed.