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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.

In the swirl of combat between elite operatives, any advantage makes the difference between glorious success and ignominious failure. A perfectly-timed pop of concealing smoke, a piece of heavy cover that deflects an enemy barrage, or a handy ladder that allows you to get the drop on a well-dug-in sniper – a savvy kill team will adapt to changing battlefield conditions to seize the initiative.

Your crack team of operatives are tasked with dangerous, high-stakes missions that can alter the course of a global war. But they will not go unchallenged, as every shadow and blasted crater might conceal the enemy, vying to achieve their own goals.

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Cerastus Knights are purpose-built for war. Tall, agile and heavily armoured, they are the chosen steeds of high-ranking nobles of the Knight Households. When Cerastus Knights are fielded in number, they are a force to be reckoned with, and as much a show of status as a show of strength. Both the Castigator and Acheron configurations are brutal masters of destruction, wading into battle like...

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