Gretchin mobs make up for their shocking lack of quality with sheer quantity. The natural cowardice and feeble-limbed incompetence of the Gretchin race does not predispose them to the arts of war, and a typical Grot would prefer to have his head buried in a sporehole than to actually participate in a proper battle.
This box set contains 10 multi-part plastic Gretchin and one multi-part plastic Ork Runtherd, including: 12 Gretchin head variants and two Runtherd head variants, allowing you to assemble a horde of differently posed Gretchin. Models supplied with 25mm round bases.
A set of Datasheets specifically designed for using your Orks Citadel miniatures in games of Warhammer 40,000: Apocalypse. Each datacard provides the full rules and profiles for a single unit from the Orks faction. Also included is a Faction card that details the faction rules that apply to Orks Detachments. The reverse side of each card features the faction’s icon.
Boyz are the rank and file of an Ork army. Orks are tough, determined fighters who fall upon the enemy in great tides of howling violence. Generally armed with the heavy, solid-shot, slugga and brutal, edged choppas, they blow great gouges from the enemy before hacking them apart.
Amid constant, seething tides of war and bloodshed, burgeoning greenskin empires rise and fall. Numerous beyond belief and driven always to fight and conquer, the Orks threaten to overwhelm every single galactic empire, stronghold and race. While their thirst for battle has always proved their downfall, causing brutal infighting that keeps them from crushing all opposition, occasionally a great leader rises who is capable of unifying the squabbling tribes, and soon a Waaagh! is underway – partially a migration, partially a holy war. When the Orks are on the rampage, the galaxy trembles – and in these dark times, more Waaaghs! are rising than ever before.
Often seen muscling their way through their fellow Speed Freeks as they roar toward the front lines, Rukkatrukk Squigbuggies employ living close-range artillery to wreak havoc amongst the enemy ranks. They launch a variety of squiggly beasts at the hapless foe: bitey squigs, which latch on to the first thing they hit and don’t stop chewing until they are bludgeoned to death; bile squigs which squirt, spray or vomit a variety of hilariously harmful fluids in every direction; and boom squigs that explode violently at the first sign of provocation, ostensibly to ‘warn off predators’.
The Shokkjump Dragsta combines two of the foremost triumphs of the Mekaniak’s art – recklessly fast speedsters and deranged weaponry. It is perhaps unsurprising that it has become one of the most popular forms of transport amongst the Mekboyz of the Kult of Speed.
A favourite amongst Speed Freeks and grounded Flyboyz alike, Megatrakk Scrapjets provide rocket-propelled acceleration, impressive firepower and the hilarity of ramming into enemy lines at the helm of what is effectively a gigantic, thrust-driven drill. These vehicles allow former Ork pilots to revel in the dimly-remembered joy of mowing down enemies at point-blank range – a joy which, of course, often caused the Flyboy to crash in the first place
Engines rev, power cells whine, saw blades spin and loading mechanisms snap chunky shells into deadly experimental weapons. Meks make last-minute adjustments with hammers and wrenches. Da Speedwaaagh! is on!
Speed Freeks is a game for 2 or more players. Each player commands a Speedmob of Ork wagons and warbikes in high-speed adrenaline-fuelled combat. You’ll need to kustomise your vehicles and pull off daring manoeuvres to win, but that isn’t easy when your team consists of velocity-addicted greenskin maniacs. Players take turns picking models to move, shoot and attack up close, aiming to destroy their rival racers and become the greatest Speedmob in the galaxy!
A Warbiker treats his personal steed with real care, because a warbike is not only a thing of great prestige but also a direct conduit to the adrenaline-rich thrill of speed. Nothing short of dive-bombing the foe in a fighta-bomma can compare to the raw excitement of hurtling towards the enemy on a warbike with all guns blazing.
Stormboyz, the shock troops of many successful warbands, dedicate their lives to the time honoured martial disciplines of drilling, marching and hurtling through the air. To this end they go to war strapped to rokkit packs that, when activated propel their wearers forward on great tongues of oily black flame.