Warmachine

Jonas Murdoch is a tough-as-nails trencher captain who can take even the worst mercenary scum and whip them into soldiers any Cygnaran officer would be proud to lead. Under his command, a mercenary unit functions as part of the army of Cygnar.

The inscrutable and unknowable Cephalyx lurk below western Immoren capturing humans and transforming them into mindless drudges with machinery, drugs, and horrible surgery. Cephalyx exert terrifying control over the minds of others even before enslaving them. The Cephalyx have concluded some unholy alliance with Lord Toruk, and now the mind slavers' drudges march to war alongside Cryxian thralls and helljacks.

The inscrutable and unknowable Cephalyx lurk below western Immoren capturing humans and transforming them into mindless drudges with machinery, drugs, and horrible surgery. Cephalyx exert terrifying control over the minds of others even before enslaving them. The Cephalyx have concluded some unholy alliance with Lord Toruk, and now the mind slavers' drudges march to war alongside Cryxian thralls and helljacks.

The inscrutable and unknowable Cephalyx lurk below western Immoren capturing humans and transforming them into mindless drudges with machinery, drugs, and horrible surgery. Cephalyx exert terrifying control over the minds of others even before enslaving them. The Cephalyx have concluded some unholy alliance with Lord Toruk, and now the mind slavers' drudges march to war alongside Cryxian thralls and helljacks.

More than one thousand years of preparation has brought Asphyxious closer than ever to his goal of rising above the other lich lords to stand as Toruk’s most invaluable general. He alone holds the key to unleashing the terrible might of the Nightmare Empire. To aid him in his great work, Asphyxious has applied his impressive mastery of thrall runes to craft Vociferon, a skarlock perfectly equipped to serve as a conduit for souls. Vociferon’s battle standard of death and discord resonates with unholy intent, for it was made to collect the essences of all who perish within its reach and fuel Asphyxious’ fell sorceries.

Fell creations of blasphemous runes and animated bones, Bane Knights are unhallowed vessels of tenebrous malignancy. These gruesome warriors crave nothing more than to plunge their Bane Lances into the enemies of Lord Toruk. Those who would oppose Him should indeed fear the shadows.. or perish.

Fell creations of blasphemous runes and animated bones, Bane Knights are unhallowed vessels of tenebrous malignancy. These gruesome warriors crave nothing more than to plunge their Bane Lances into the enemies of Lord Toruk. Those who would oppose Him should indeed fear the shadows.. or perish.

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Bane Lord Tartarus is both a singular weapon and a commanding general the lich lords employ to press their war on the mainland. Like all bane thralls and knights, his essence is linked to the same great void of darkness, inimical to all life, that bleeds death into Caen. Though he has mastered this energy, he cannot deny its unholy impulses, and he calls his host to join him in one slaughter after another.

Rune-bound captains lead the blasphemous bane thralls onto the battlefield to slaughter for their own vicious pleasure. Only the most hateful and malevolent of spirits are chosen to lead the banes into battle. Pulled from eternal torment in the abyss of Urcaen they remember little of their former lives, but what memories they retain grant them a consuming hatred for all life. The night-shrouded legions follow their officers in near silence, obscured by the darkness that clings to them. Out of this nightmarish shadow they raise ancient standards, mockeries of the kingdoms and causes they once fought for as mortal men.

Tales exist of dark monsters clad in black armour that roam the world. These undead warriors are so permeated in cold, dark magic that a black shroud of mist and fog surrounds them, reaching out with freezing tendrils to choke the living. In this evil cloud, Bane Thralls cut down confounded foes with wicked war axes. Rune-bound hosts of uncontainable darkness, Bane Thralls are surrounded by a tangible creeping gloom that chokes life and withers iron. Emerging from shadow to wreak havoc with unholy proficiency, Bane Thralls form the horrific undying elite of the Dragon King's armies.