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The Daughters of Khaine fight as an act of worship to the Murder God. Every stroke of their blades is a blood ritual, every arrow shot a whispered prayer.

The Daughters of Khaine assemble for war with a variety of deadly units, each more savage and cruel than the last.

The Sylvaneth pay homage to Alarielle, the Everqueen, and fight to protect the green places of the Mortal Realms. These bitter and vengeful spirits will stop at nothing to drive out any who would defile or occupy lands claimed by the Everqueen.

The Sylvaneth, when roused to anger, are wild-hearted masters of the swift ambush. Some resemble ghostly aelves, while others are much more akin to the trees of the forests whence they came. To face them is to face elemental vengeance itself.

The Ossiarch Bonereapers march to war in eerie lockstep – the infantry, cavalry, and massive constructs that make up their ranks seamlessly coordinating their actions to form a cohesive whole.

The elite warriors of Nagash levy a bone-tithe on the denizens of the Mortal Realms, growing ever stronger with every delivery of new material.

The God of Change is fickle – sometimes he gives and sometimes he takes. His followers work their sorcery and make their plans, manipulating fate to suit their clandestine aims.

The Lumineth Realm-lords fight alongside the elemental avatars of the realms, unleashing the forces of the earth, air, and sea. Their martial prowess is rarely matched, and their armies are disciplined and well-equipped.

The Maggotkin of Nurgle go to war as a tide of filth, rusty armour, and distended flesh. Surrounded by clouds of flies, they march forward relentlessly, closing ranks until they're close enough to unleash their pox-blessed weapons.

The Flesh-eater Courts lurk in dark and dismal places. These cannibal ghouls and degenerate vampires are trapped in a terrible delusion

The Blades of Khorne go to war in a blood-frenzied tide. From frothing cultists to sanity-blasting daemons, all are murderers through and through, desiring nothing less than to unleash a flood of gore to wash the Mortal Realms away.

The Kharadron Overlords care little for religion and superstition, relying instead on the precision of machines and the strength of steel to determine the outcome of their battles. Having the right tools to do the job is a point of pride for many.

The Kharadron Overlords go to war with armies unlike anything else in the Mortal Realms – mighty sky vessels, floating warriors, and firepower that puts other forces to shame.

The Idoneth Deepkin go to war with a potent mix of warriors, from eel-riding rapid cavalry to sightless thralls that march towards the magical light of fresh souls.

When the Idoneth Deepkin rise to fight, they bring a mystical ocean with them.

The armies of the Soulblight Gravelords go to war under the gaze of their vampiric masters, marching with no fatigue and laying waste to their living enemies without hesitation.

The Gloomspite Gitz go to war under the light of the Bad Moon, their deity in the shape of a massive glowing rock in the sky. Under it's wan light, they are taken by a madness that carries them across the Mortal Realms in a riot of destruction.

The Orruk Warclans are brutal, kunnin’ and always ready for a scrap. Both the Kruleboyz and Ironjawz love nothing more than a bone-crunching battle and rampaging across the realms on a never-ending quest for violence, causing havoc wherever they go.

The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell in the oceans of the Mortal Realms. They emerge from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers, reaping a grim harvest upon which their very survival depends.

The Ogor Mawtribes scour the realms for meaty delicacies, gouging circular paths of devastation as they gobble up anything and everything they can find.

The Daughters of Khaine are warlike aelves, deadly and graceful. With every drop of enemy blood that splashes across their skin, their murderous power reaches new and terrifying heights.

Many legends surround the Seraphon. It is said that they have visited the Mortal Realms since time immemorial and fly the Aetheric Void in golden temple-ships full of unknowable technology.

The Flesh-eater Courts are touched by a curse that distorts their very perception of reality. While they see themselves as valiant knights and honest soldiers, they are, in truth, wretched fiends who hunger for flesh.

Shrieking and swirling from the grave, the spectral Nighthaunt bear Nagash’s malice. Punished for their crimes in life with eternal servitude to the Great Necromancer, their bitterness fuels them to fight without end.