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The Maggotkin of Nurgle shamble from foetid wastes, blessed with the unholy bloat of their patron. Wherever they go, diseases spread uncontrollably and entire armies are infected with Nurgle’s generous gifts. They are entropy personified, as their patient god knows that all life must eventually decay.

The Flesh-eater Courts see themselves as knights of valour, shining heroes, and the last bastions of hope in the dark. In reality, they are gibbering monsters that feast on the flesh of the living, spreading their curse of madness across the realms every time they sally forth.

The Cities of Sigmar are embattled islands of civilisations that have been founded across every one of the realms. They must fight to survive while also sending out militarised expeditions to establish new strongholds across the lands.

The Eight Circles of Varanguard are manned by elite warriors personally chosen by Archaon himself. Abraxia, Spear of the Everchosen, commands the Swords of Chaos, the First Circle of Archaon’s chosen, with matchless skill and an unbreakable will. From atop her monstrous steed Thanatorg, Abraxia wields the cursed varanite spear Gorbolga the Accurs’d, whose merest touch rends armour and warps...

Set contains 1 plastic model of Chaos Sorcerer Lord. Models and parts sold as part of this package are not painted or complete.

Under the command of a fearsome Darkoath Warqueen, a new Spearhead raises its weapons to do battle for the Slaves to Darkness. Accompanying her on her path to glory littered with future bloody conquests are 10 Darkoath Savagers, 10 Darkoath Marauders and five Darkoath Fellriders, making this the greatest muscle-to-miniature ratio available in any Spearhead box.

The reptilian Seraphon strive tirelessly to advance the Great Plan of the Old Ones, returning true order and balance to realms warped by the Dark Gods. Their armies see cold-blooded saurians and ferocious scaled beasts fight together as a single potent force – a fusion of predatory violence and esoteric cosmic power that few can withstand.

Embergard was supposed to be a new hope – a gateway to the east of the Great Parch and a cornerstone in the ever-expanding empire of Sigmar’s people. Unfortunately, it was on the edge of the apocalypse as the Ruinous powers of Chaos tore the Parch asunder. Beneath the ruins of this once-great city snakes a crumbling warren of mining tunnels which echo once more with the sound of brutal battle!...

Squigs! Little more than mouths with legs and a terrible attitude, these vicious creatures are feared across the Mortal Realms for their rapacious appetites and are often employed by the Gloomspite Gitz on the front lines.

Moonclan Stabbas form ragged ranks that advance upon the foe with gongs clanging and banners waving. Eyes bulging with the madness of the Gloomspite, they pour over the enemy lines and stab wildly at everything in their path.

Aggradon Lancers are among the most aggressive cavalry known to the Mortal Realms, for their fearsome scaled steeds only become swifter and more ravenous as battle-frenzy overtakes their senses. A charge of Aggradon Lancers can collapse entire battlelines in a storm of predatory violence, riders and mounts alike lashing out with savage force and overwhelming ferocity.

Orruk Ardboyz plough into the fray with a mad bellow and the clatter of heavy pig-iron plate. These mobs of ferocious, battle-scarred fighters smash their way through the enemy's ranks with an array of crude but wickedly sharp weapons, bashing aside return blows – and unlucky opponents – using heavy shields.

Hive Secundus is a crumbling wasteland, infested with twisted Malstrain Genestealer broods. There are very few reasons to go there, but data crystal stacks are a compelling trophy for those with the will to secure them. Ancient structures remain each housing a number of these stacks in armoured alcoves, which allowed many of them to survive the destruction. They may look like junk, but they're...

Chaos Knights are towering brutes clad in heavy plate armour that ride to war armed with great lances, blades, and maces. Even their frightful reputation is a weapon in its own right, crippling those who would stand against them before a single blow is struck.

The Teratic Cohorts form the vanguard of the Ossiarch Bonereapers scouring the Gnarlwood, seeking to secure the treasures of Talaxis in the name of the Great Necromancer. Each cursed warrior bears a hideous form purpose-built for tracking and they will stop at nothing to see the will of Nagash realised.

The Twistweald come creeping from the Gnarlwood, their arboreal Sylvaneth beauty splintered by terminally parasitic plants. These incurable pariahs plunge into tainted forests that their brethren would never dare tread, isolating themselves while using their fury to fuel violence upon any who trespass.