Podczas gdy prawie wszyscy w Westeros nazywają ich Dzikimi, mieszkańcy arktycznych lasów i tundry na północ od Muru mówią o sobie po prostu Wolni Ludzie. Choć mogą sprawiać wrażenie niezdyscyplinowanego motłochu, dzięki sprytowi i zaskakującym manewrom Wolni Ludzie potrafią wygrywać starcia ze znacznie lepiej uzbrojonymi i wyszkolonymi wojskami. Dodatkowo sprzymierzyli się z olbrzymami z dalekiej północy, z których każdy sam stanowi jednoosobową armię. Lekceważenie Wolnych Ludzi na polu walki to bardzo krótka droga do własnego grobu.

Przyzwyczajona do walk z wrogami nie z tego świata i grozą zza Muru, Nocna Straż ma w swoich szeregach więcej zahartowanych weteranów niż jakikolwiek Wielki Ród z południa Westeros. Ci ludzie są w stanie patrzeć prosto w oczy nawet największym niebezpieczeństwom bez jednego mrugnięcia. Ze sprzętem oblężniczym i ciężką bronią, wykutą przez ich najlepszych Budowniczych są w stanie zadać każdemu wrogowi olbrzymie straty i pozostać niezachwianym podczas równie silnych kontrataków. Noc może być mroczna i pełna strachów, ale Zaprzysiężeni Bracia są gotowi stawić im czoła.

The Adeptus Mechanicus march to war as a disturbing fusion of flesh and machine, ruling Tech-Priests and fanatical cyborg followers raising modified voices in binharic praise of the Machine God. Purge Corps Deltic-9 are equipped to scour the contamination of enemy presence from locations of strategic or exploratory importance, employing cybernetic speed and terrifying weapons. Cavalry and winged Pteraxii unleash gouts of purging flame, before radioactive Skitarii bring up the rear to reclaim whatever remains.

The Necrons rise across the galaxy, android legions emerging from stasis-crypts after millions of years in deathless slumber. Amonhotekh's Guard stalk the worlds that once belonged to their master, the Overlord Amonhotekh, to cleanse the flesh-vermin and lesser civilisations that now infest his ancient territories. He will stop at nothing to eradicate these pests, calling upon mighty Canoptek constructs, mindless warrior phalanxes, and even the raving Destroyer Cults to eliminate all trespassers.

Belthanos, the First Thorn of Kurnoth, leads the eternal hunt that keeps his master’s spirit in bloom. Cloaked in evergreen and riding atop a Carnelian Greatspite made of pure life magic, he chases down those who would harm Ghyran so that his howling Revenant Seeker and Kurnoth Hunter followers might rip them apart.

Scions of their Primarch Angron, Daemon Prince of Khorne, the World Eaters were amongst the most feared of the Space Marines Legions to turn traitor during the brutal civil war known as the Horus Heresy. The World Eaters long held a reputation for wanton savagery, and as they fell to the powers of Chaos, they devolved into warbands of blood-crazed maniacs dedicated to the Taker of Skulls, glorying in violence and slaughter, and with no other purpose than spilling blood in their deity's name.

The Astra Militarum are the backbone of the Imperium's largest armies. They are the men and women who hold the line, a bulwark standing between Humanity and a nightmarish galaxy of horrors. Amongst the Astra Militarum's massed regiments, the born soldiers of Cadia are some of the most disciplined warriors to be found – tough marksmen trained for a lifetime of grim duty.

The Kin are a clone race of resilient and pragmatic warriors, who together form the ancient Leagues of Votann. Given wisdom and purpose by their ancient Ancestor Cores, armed and armoured by the pounding pistons of the forge, they scour the galaxy for the resources to expand their works and overcome any foe. Hernkyn Pioneers roam the battlefield on magna-rail bikes, scouting a path for doughty Hearthkyn Warriors and augmented Cthonian Beserks to secure their objectives – guided by battle-tested Kâhls such as the legendary Ûthar The Destined.

Mancrusher Gargants often band together under a particularly strong-handed leader, usually known as a Bullstomper. These earth-shaking warbands roam the Mortal Realms, raiding and terrorising civilised lands to fill their grumbling bellies – or marching to war at the call of a Mega-Gargant. In battle, Mancrusher Mobs rampage through enemy lines and gang up on those few creatures that can match their size.

The daemonic servants of Khorne spill from the madness of the warp to corrupt and slaughter, the very battlefield contorting at the touch of Chaos. Gore-drenched Bloodletters hack heads from shoulders, led into the material plane by Bloodmasters, the greatest of their ravenous kind. Mounted atop the infernal engine-beasts known as Juggernauts, a charge by merciless Bloodcrushers breaks the most stalwart resistance, while tireless Flesh Hounds pursue any who flee across time and space.

Witaj w postapokaliptycznym świecie, gdzie los ostatnich ocalałych leży w Twoich rękach! Czy potraktujesz mieszkańców swojej kolonii jak zwyczajny zasób? Podążysz drogą inspirujących architektów, nieustraszonych odkrywców czy błyskotliwych naukowców? Twoje rządy przejdą do historii jako czas piekielnej tyranii, czy era prawa i równości?

The Genestealer Cults erupt from the shadows in a tide of xenos-worshipping acolytes, employing ambush and subterfuge to outmanoeuvre their enemies. Utterly immersed in Tyranid gene-taint, the cult's Neophyte Hybrids and more mutated Acolyte Hybrids rise up against their oppressors, armed with a variety of repurposed industrial equipment – from powerful mining lasers to heavy machinery like the Goliath Rockgrinder. Guided by the insidious psychic presence of a Magus, the misshapen Aberrants lope from the shadows to reinforce their kin, swinging crushing mauls to deadly effect.