The Bloodletters form the core of the vast legions of the Lord of Battle. Believed to have been foremost amongst the Blood God's followers in mortal life, their will is as implacable and blood-hungry as Khorne himself.
The rotting bowels of the Great Unclean Ones swell with pus and contagion, and within each such swelling there grows a tiny and malevolent Daemon called a Nurgling. As the Nurgling matures it feeds upon the filth of the Great Unclean One and pops out; the very personification of a boil or pustule.
Daemonettes are Slaanesh's Lesser Daemons and the most numerous of all his servants. Possessed of the hypnotic glamour for which all Daemons of Slaanesh are abhorred, they are vicious, merciless fighters who attack with astounding speed and grace.
Horrific nightmares given bestial shape, Fiends of Slaanesh emit a harsh, trilling call as they race towards their prey. A cloud of dream-inducing musk hangs thick around the Fiends, reducing their foes to a stupor, and sapping them of their will to fight.
Maestros of discordance, Infernal Enrapturesses fill the battlefield with screams of pain and unrestrained elation. They are virtuosos among Slaanesh’s infernal choir, towards whom the Dark Prince’s daemonic legions are drawn.
Syll Lewdtongue has inspired thousands of warlords to acts of tyranny and misrule, but since uniting their powers with the megalomaniacal Daemon monarch Esske, the Herald of Slaanesh has become a force of conquest like no other.
The Masque once entertained Slaanesh, but then displeased him, and was exiled. Since then the Herald has been cursed to dance endlessly. Those drawn into this endless performance are doomed to a swift and spectacular death.
The endless spells of the Hedonites of Slaanesh are sinister sorceries said to have been summoned from the Palace of Slaanesh itself. Possessed of a vindictive sentience and an appetite for torture, woe betide those who try and resist their siren lure…
Hidden behind the dread mask of one of Nurgle’s executioners, the Lord of Plagues gazes impassively at the victims of the vile blessings that swathe him. Able to poison a man from a dozen paces away, he visits grim fates on those foolish enough to get close with his Plague-ridden Great Blade.
Clanrats form the bulk of Skaven armies, and when a Warlord gathers his might for war the Clanrats are front and centre. They form into great blocks to overwhelm a foe with their weight of numbers and the fury of their attack.
Warlock Bombardiers are those engineers who develop a particular penchant for weapons that deliver explosive death from extreme range. Their alchemical armaments cause utter devastation wherever they strike home.
Agile and avaricious, the murder-cultists of the Corvus Cabal descend on their prey from above. Always hunting for worthy trinkets to offer the Great Gatherer, chaotic patron of cutthroats and thieves, the Cabal strike without warning or mercy.
Skilled blacksmiths, the Iron Golems believe themselves chosen to provide arms and armour to Archaon’s forces. Amongst the war-wracked lands of Chamon, their legions are renowned for their dauntless resilience and chilling efficiency.
The mystic leaders of the Splintered Fang lead their people in worship of the Coiling Ones, serpentine daemons who embody cunning and might. Poison is the greatest weapon of the Fangs, and a single cut from their blades can prove fatal.
By devouring the flesh of Ghur’s many predators, the Untamed Beasts seek to gain their strength and power. These shamanistic savages worship Chaos as the Devourer of Existence, and are peerless trackers and hunters.