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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.

The Sanguinor is a mysterious figure who fights only on battlefields of paramount importance, when the Blood Angels’ need is greatest. He inspires as much courage in the sons of Sanguinius as he does fear in the enemy, and surges across the field as if he were Sanguinius’ will made manifest.

Lemartes is a warrior of iron will, somehow retaining lucidity despite having succumbed to the Black Rage long ago. He leads the Blood Angels’ Death Company as Guardian of the Lost, wielding the ancient weapon known as the Blood Crozius. His inspiration has only made the Death Company even more potent.

Sanguinary Guard have been proven sound of mind, body, and spirit in a way few others can boast. Trusted with masterwork golden armour and armed with relic weapons, the origins of which can be traced back as far as the Horus Heresy, few living warriors embody the ideal of the wrathful angel more.

Blood Angels Captains are mighty warriors, possessed of tactical and strategic genius. In keeping with their Chapter's culture, they go to war clad in finely wrought artificer armour and wielding an array of deadly relic weapons drawn from the Chapter's armoury.

The Blood Angels are counted amongst the most noble of Space Marine Chapters – the angelic defenders of Humanity. Yet beneath their angelic exterior lie dark secrets, the ferocious Red Thirst and the berserk psychosis known as the Black Rage.

The Blood Angels are one of the most revered of all the original Space Marine Legions, but are also the bearers of a terrible curse caused by the death of their beloved Primarch, Sanguinius. As one of the oldest and most successful Chapters, they have a proud heritage, culture, and aesthetic that diverges from what is now considered standard. They celebrate their beauty, but do not shy away...

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.