Games Workshop, Page 13

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...

The Mechanicum fights like no other force in the Age of Darkness. Their armies rely on the esoteric power of barely understood machines to unleash terrible destructive energies upon their foes. They have little regard for the effects on the human components of their army, or what's left of them.

During the Age of Darkness, the Mechanicum of Mars split in two, just as the Astartes did. Fueled by righteous fury on both sides, they tore into each other with the most devastating weaponry unleashed during those bleak times, holding nothing back.

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 Blood Angels exemplify the image of the Angels of Death more so than any other Space Marines Chapter. But beneath their beatific and noble visage lies a murderous fury – a gene-curse dating back more than ten millennia, to the death of their winged Primarch Sanguinius at the hands of the Arch-traitor Horus. To witness the Blood Angels in battle is to behold the dichotomy of the Imperium’s...

This Servo-Skull-inspired paint palette is made of soft, washable silicone, a sustainable alternative to disposable palette sheets.

ridan the Witness is determined to preserve the memory of the Ruination chambers' warriors as they once were, before the nightmare of the flaw and the slow degradation of their souls. Through the power of remembrance and the shattering power of their martial might, the Witness will fight for those who have sacrificed everything in the name of the God-King. Accompanying them on this sombre...

The Stormreach Portal is a masterful example of Azyrite engineering, adapting the mystical powers of the Star Bridges for use in the field. Stormcast Eternals that enter its swirling interior can be instantly redeployed via lightning strike to a new area within the Portal's vicinity, as if dispatched from Sigmaron itself.

Tornus the Redeemed is living proof that even the most tainted are not beyond salvation. A former devotee of the Plague God, Nurgle, he now serves Sigmar with unshakeable faith. Reforged as a Knight-Azyros, he has dedicated himself to providing some degree of succour to the troubled warriors of the Ruination chambers. As a symbol of hope and faith, he carries a sacred lantern, which guides and...

Lord-Celestants are cunning tacticians, ferocious fighters, and effective leaders. To the people of the realms, they are the avenging hand of the heavens walking among them. To the warriors they lead, they're lieges who shoulder the burden of choosing where their kin shall endure another death.

Stormstrike Palladors are the hard-hitting cavalry of the Warrior chambers. They are outfitted to administer a devastating charge and to engage in extended periods of melee fighting. In this role, their heavy blades and the talons of their Gryph-chargers prove the most effective killing tools.

The Reclusians are the warriors of the Ruination chambers, their identities eroded by countless Reforgings over centuries in service to the God-King. Though they are close to becoming more engine of war than human, their lightning-scoured souls are extremely resistant to Chaos, allowing them to tread where no other servant of Sigmar could hope to survive.

A Lord-Terminos is armed with a mighty blade with which they cut down enemies in great numbers, but they also take the heads of fellow Stormcasts. These grim figures are responsible for ushering the afflicted members of the Ruination chamber whose time in the Mortal Realms has come to its inevitable end.

Lord-Relictors are the high priests of the God-King's armies, calling upon the fulminating energies of Azyr to annihilate the foe, and energise their flagging brethren. As battle rages, these grim champions ward the souls of their kin and use their strange powers to guide them safely back to the realm of Azyr.

The Stormcast Eternals crash upon their enemies like a thunderbolt from the heavens, weapons blazing with celestial might, eyes burning with righteous fury. These immortal heroes are determined to reclaim the Mortal Realms in the name of the God-King Sigmar and woe betide those who would impede their sacred duty.

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...

A Benefictus uses the swollen mass of their brain to focus the will of the Broodmind. They unleash it in a lancing beam of incredible power that has the potential to carve through battle tank armour. Where the psionic strike hits, intense shock waves of nauseating alien horror spread out, leaving survivors vulnerable to lurking broodkin.

Many Canonesses of the Adepta Sororitas go to battle equipped with jump packs, using them to descend from the heavens and mete out the Emperor's justice. They are the greatest and most experienced warriors of their Orders, combining their strategic expertise with martial prowess.

The Blood Angels are among the oldest and proudest Chapters, with their own unique culture, aesthetics, and favoured equipment. They, and their successors, festoon their armour with jewels, phials, gems, and the like. Their elite warriors wear stylised armour, often in polished gold. With their unusual and distinctive markings and colouration, there's no mistaking a Blood Angels army on the march.

The Sanguinary Priests are the Blood Angels’ Apothecaries, and hold responsibility for the Chapter’s soul as well as its body. Through their ministrations and ceremonies they call upon the Blood Angels to embrace the Red Thirst, control it, and unleash their rage upon the enemy.

Astorath the Grim goes wherever the sons of Sanguinius are on the cusp of the Black Rage. Determined to give those warriors a glorious final victory, he fights like a man possessed, lopping off the heads of his enemies while leading frothing Space Marines consumed with unrestrained fury.