Age Of Sigmar

Grove Guardians are the keepers of the sacred soulpod groves – fey wardens whose powers of rejuvenation can grant new life to fallen Sylvaneth.

Former denizens of the predatory forest known as the Gnarlwood, these cursed Sylvaneth were driven out by a cataclysmic disaster.

The ancient spirits of the Sylvaneth rise to defend the natural places of the Mortal Realms from interlopers who would see them defiled.

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 Sylvaneth are fey forest spirits who inhabit the wild places of the realms and defend their glades with blade, bow, and spell.

A Spitewing Flight is a fast-moving formation led by an Arch-Revenant, a winged forest spirit whose battle experience encompasses many long seasons.

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.

Liege-Morteks are the infantry field officers of the Ossiarch legions. They fight among Mortek troops, improving their already impressive efficiency and cohesion in battle. With a gesture, they can unleash devastating assaults that send their foes reeling

Mortek Triaxes rain down volleys of nadirite shafts upon their foes, unleashing death from afar. These triple-eyed archers wreathe their arrowheads in flaming soul-essence, invoking unnatural horror in their victims.

Vokmortian’s task is to ensure that the bone-tithe is met by all of Nagash’s vassals – willingly or otherwise.

Mortis Reapers are dread assassins of forbidding aspect who slip between enemy lines to target vulnerable leaders. Enshrouded in a shimmering heat haze and bearing deadly necrocaches, none can escape the dreaded bone-tithe they are sent to collect.

A Liege-Kavalos atop a War Chariot leads their fellow charioteers into battle, guiding them in defensive manoeuvres that allow them to skillfully evade the foe.

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 Ossiarch Bonereapers are the elite undead legions of Nagash. Far from simple skeletons, they are bone constructs fashioned for conquest and powered by soul fragments.

A Kavalos Vanguard is formed when a group of Deathriders, the fast-moving shock troops of the Ossiarch Empire, muster under a Liege-Kavalos.

The Disciples of Tzeentch wage war with a mixture of mortal cultists, powerful sorcerers, and a cavalcade of capering daemons. To face them in battle is to test your sanity, as their arcane magic reshapes reality in front of your eyes.

Madness reigns when the Disciples of Tzeentch march to war. Cultists, daemons, and power-seeking sorcerers unleash a kaleidoscopic inferno of eldritch magic, revelling in each immolated soul they offer up to the Change God as tribute.

Fatemasters are the military masterminds of the Arcanite cults – charismatic firebrands who weave plots and illusions to ensure the annihilation of their enemies.

The daemonic forces of Tzeentch bend and warp reality wherever they go – waves of sorcerous flames dancing around them as they leap and skip across the battlefield.

Upon the shattering of a Silver Tower, eldritch power and esoteric knowledge are forcibly discharged into the realms.

Argent Shards are twin splinters of sorcerous crystal chipped from the daemonic core of a Silver Tower that radiate the madness and mutative corruption of Tzeentch.

Tzaangor Warflocks surge forth from the twisted wilds of the realms, intent upon drowning the sterile cities of Order in madness, mutation, and flame.

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.