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The Stormcast Eternals are Sigmar’s chosen champions – immortal heroes imbued with the power of the celestial tempest. With lightning-wreathed hammers in their hands and a hymn of vengeance on their lips, they defend mortalkind against the tide of darkness that seeks to consume it. Now the God-King’s chosen face their greatest challenge, for the Hour of Ruin is nigh.

Ratling Warpblasters were developed expressly to cull massed infantry. A complex series of rotary cannons mounted upon a stocky wooden frame, the device is powered by a ludicrously overcharged warpstone accelerator battery. Once wheeled into place, its gunner flicks the levers that draw power from this reserve, and the barrels begin to revolve before spitting out a torrent of warpstone-infused...

Warpspark Weapon Batteries are members of the Clans Skryre, who often go to war unnoticed among hordes of slavering Clanrats. When the time is right, they reveal themselves, unleashing their bizarre but mighty machines on an unsuspecting foe. Whether through a hail of bullets, gouts of eerie warpflame, or bolts of warp lightning, they reap a deadly harvest for the glory of the Horned Rat.

Warplock Jezzail teams are masters of long-range warfare, a respected art amongst the Skaven. Skilled snipers amongst the Clans Skryre take up the Warplock Jezzails, from which they can spit death from a safe distance. Two Skaven are needed to carry a Jezzail – the second one makes themselves useful by clutching a large shield that props up the heavy rifle and provides a measure of defence...

Vizzik Skour was created in the apocalyptic fires of the Vermindoom, and has the distinction of being the chief priest of the Horned Rat, Lord of the Gnaw, and master of the mind-shattering death frenzy. The force of this daemon's diabolical zeal is enough to crack the land and drive Skaven swarms into a frothing frenzy.

Thanquol is fuelled by an addiction to warpstone and delusional self-confidence, remarkable even for a Skaven. While most of his plans go awry, he has become a master at spinning disasters to his advantage – as well as obliterating the bodies and minds of naysayers with powerful spellcraft. Thanquol is accompanied at all times by a colossal Rat Ogor that he calls Boneripper.

Rat Ogors are rabid war-mutants created by grafting nimble Skaven to the muscled bulk of ogorkind through strange flesh-crafting, sorcery and infusing them with warpstone shards. These misbegotten warriors are then pumped full of all manner of toxic serums designed to magnify both their regenerative properties and their natural frenzy.

Master Moulders are experts in stitching muscle and flesh into new forms, and using warpstone to trigger mutations that twist mortal corpus beyond recognition. They take warped pride in the monsters they have brought into unholy life and consider the battlefield successes of these creatures to be their own.

The diabolical Skaven go to war in vast swarms, accompanied by monstrous mutants, unstable superweapons, and unnatural beings bestowed by their loathsome god. The combined clans strike out in endless multitudes to annihilate their enemies.

Brood Terrors are among the most hideous aberrations of the Clans Moulder. These twin-headed titans lurch between bouts of low cunning and bestial rage. Surrounded by clouds of mutagenic fog, they lumber forth with an ungainly but definite purpose. Hooked flails drag their prey closer, bathing them in warpflame or vivisecting them with swift knife arms.

Warlock Galvaneers are connoisseurs of electrically charged annihilation. These twitchy maniacs are obsessed with channelling the voltaic energies that course through the veins of the Dark Innovator. Wielding battery-powered warpvolt obliterators, they scamper into the fray, their weapons spitting crackling arcs of warp-corrupted lightning that scorch flesh and turn even heavily armoured foes...

Krittok Foulblade is canny and cruel in equal measure, with a profound instinct for where his minions' deaths can best serve him. This same cold and calculating mindset is extended by the Clawlord to his dealings with his daemon-blade Doomfang, for the raging Verminlord trapped within its steel must be bargained with constantly if its powers are to bolster Krittok's own warrior abilities.

An Arch-Warlock crouches at the head of every Skryre clan. They are masters of lethal science, and they have personally overseen the creation of all manner of temperamental, but utterly deadly, techno-arcane superweapons. An Arch-Warlock's mind is a thing of whirring brass gears, constantly churning out new schematics of death.

The Acolyte Globadiers of the Clans Skryre are a step above the thrall-rats that toil on the production lines or serve as fodder for weapons testing. They are tinkers, miners, and munitionists, who constantly scheme in hopes of attaining the status of Warlock – a fact which sees their masters hurl them into battle carrying fragile spheres of volatile toxic gas, the better to thin out any future...

A Warp-Grinder is an arcane reality-boring machine. Manoeuvred by straining thralls and operated by Warlocks who have taken their obsession with undermining their foes to terrifying extremes, these bulky constructs project powerful – if erratic – blasts of energy to open gnawholes, and tunnel into vulnerable regions of a battlefield to allow screeching warrior swarms to set upon enemies from...

Doom-Flayers were originally designed as mining devices, but now they trundle behind massed formations of Clanrats and Stormvermin, their operators impatiently revving the warp-engine. Eventually their destructive urges overtake them and they gun the acceleration to churn a great furrow forward through the earth.

Stormvermin are easily identifiable by their relative bulk and aura of malice. Hand-picked from the most promising spawn of the litter – usually due to devouring many of their brood-mates – they are subjected to especially brutal training regimes by their Clawlords. This results in soldiers who are able to fight with a degree of precision and focus uncommon to their kin.

The Skaven menace is a motley amalgamation of a wide variety of clans that often fight together, but also retain their independence. In a large pitched battle, you'll find warriors from every one, each with their own ways of war.

Warpspark Clawpacks are formed when the teeming multitudes of the Clans Verminus are wielded alongside the volatile war machines of the Clans Skryre. The Clanrats serve to die at a Grey Seer’s discretion and provide an opportunity for devastating Skryre technology to be brought to bear.

Pyregheists are malevolent spectres, obsessed with committing their mortal prey to the flames. They embody Nagash’s monumental cruelty and spite, wrought from those who sought to safeguard mortal souls from the Great Necromancer's grip through sacred rituals of cremation. Pyregheists now patrol the balefire beacons that mark Nagash's domains, and go forth to punish and terrifying those who...

As more and more warriors plunge into the Gnarlwood in search of riches unimaginable, their bodies and souls are worn down by the hungering forest of predatory gnarloaks, which grow more awakened with each fresh kill. In this dark land, corrupted Sylvaneth harboring eldritch parasites have banded together in exile, and clash with bestial new forms of Ossiarch Bonereapers, shaped by Nagash to...

Hive Secundus was devastated long ago. While it's hardly habitable now, there are always those willing to venture into it for plunder and profit, heedless of the danger posed by crumbling walls, live wires, ruptured pipes, and the like.

Welcome to the Underhells! Hive Secundus was once Necromunda’s shining jewel. Until over a century ago, something insidious was discovered lurking at its heart, and it was razed to the ground – the ruins declared quarantine extremis. Now, Tek-hunters, nomads and more risk their lives in search of the untold riches said to be buried in the nightmarish web of tunnels beneath Hive Secundus that...

The Age of Sigmar is an era of unending war. For centuries, the mighty Stormcast Eternals have battled against the forces of evil. Yet now it seems the Hour of Ruin is nigh as the skittering, numberless hordes of the Skaven flood into the Mortal Realms. So potent is their arcane weaponry, that the God-king, Sigmar, has sent his most powerful champions to hold back the tide. At the head of this...