Blades of Khorne – Warscrolls

Ever watchful, ever hungry, Karanak is the physical manifestation of the Blood God’s wrathful vengeance. Once he has the scent of his quarry, this tireless hunter will not cease in his hunt until he tastes their torn flesh between his fangs.

Ferocity made flesh and blood, Scyla Anfingrimm is a terrifying foe who knows nothing of fear or mercy. His monstrous strength is such that he can tear a Dracoth in two, and sorcery can gain no purchase upon his form, for his collar radiates Khorne’s hatred.

Already a terrifying opponent in their own right, a Khornate lord astride a Juggernaut is an unstoppable force of destruction. Foes are crushed or hacked apart in seconds, while the sheer momentum of their ruinous steed draws their warriors howling in their wake.

The war cry of the Skullmaster rings out over the thunderous hoofbeats of its ironclad steed moments before it slams into the foe with titanic force. Armour buckles, flesh tears, bones shatter and blood falls like rain as the Herald exults in the carnage.

Each swing of the Bloodmaster’s blade opens throats and splits torsos, while truly worthy victims find their heads severed from their bodies. Around the Herald, the Bloodletters of Khorne fight all the harder, driven to a frenzy by his murderous aura.

Howling in rage, the Bloodsecrator hacks and smashes their way through the foe with their Icon of Khorne held high. This grim standard channels the wrathful energies of the Blood God’s domain to the battlefield, filling their followers with an infernal battle-lust that is terrifying to behold.

Every whip-crack of the Bloodstoker’s expertly plied lash builds the battle-frenzy of those around him, their screams of hatred and fury echoing across the battlefield as they pelt towards the foe with wrathful abandon.

Lieutenants and champions amongst the Bloodbound hordes, Deathbringers are ascendant warriors who desire to claim the mantle of lordship. To earn their throne they must offer the mightiest trophies to Khorne – the skulls of kings and warlords, pursued with a formidable intensity.

Leaders of the Bloodbound warhordes, Mighty Lords of Khorne are supreme killers even amongst a society dedicated to slaughter. As they carve a gory path across the battlefield they send their warriors surging forth to claim more skulls in Khorne’s name.

Realmgore Ritualists curse both the enemies of Khorne and the land itself. Blasphemous hexes are laid upon the foe to sap their strength, while bleeding runes are carved into the earth, imbuing it with an aura of rage that drives their allies to commit relentless acts of murder.

Trailing sulphurous flame, the chained anvil of the Skullgrinder roars through the air like a dark mockery of Sigmar’s twin-tailed comet. The Khornate smith swings his mighty weapon in wide arcs, shattering armour, pulping flesh and smashing bone.

Skulltaker is Khorne’s immortal champion and the greatest of all Bloodletters. Ever seeking worthy skulls for his master, he scans the battlefield for the enemy’s mightiest warrior, bellowing his challenge before moving in to end yet another storied life.

Towering, brutal demagogues, Slaughterpriests are living beacons of the Lord of Battle’s power. These foul priests direct their comrades according to visions sent by Khorne himself, boil their enemies’ blood in their veins and drive the foe mad with battle-lust.

In battle, Skarr Bloodwrath is a terrifying maelstrom of carnage. The Bloodstorm Blades whip around him like extensions of his furious will, and even should he fall, he rises again from the spilt blood of his victims, his axes held ready for vengeance.

The greatest of the Blood God’s mortal warlords are the Mighty Lords of Khorne. These hulking figures feast on violence and bloodshed, charging into battle at the head of their berserk warriors. Many of these arch-slaughterers have sworn an oath to drown Ghyran in blood. Each swipe of their daemonic axes tears at the realm’s integrity, allowing Khorne’s fury to spill through the breaches.

To incur Valkia’s wrath is to invite death. She streaks down from the skies like a bolt of crimson lightning, driving her spear with such force that she impales multiple foes in a spectacularly gruesome fashion. With her comes the Blood God’s judgement, for wherever Valkia goes, the eye of Khorne follows.

A Bloodthirster of Insensate Rage is an avatar of supreme carnage upon the battlefield, charging forwards with horrific momentum to shatter entire formations with the force of its impact, before carving a ruinous path through the survivors.

As the Bloodthirster of Unfettered Fury stalks forwards, its whip lashing out to strip flesh from bone, the very earth bleeds beneath its smouldering hooves, causing gouts of molten rock to incinerate all who dare to oppose the unholy terror before them.

A daemonic engine of destruction like no other, Skarbrand carves a red road of ruin across the battlefield. His bellowing roars cause the blood to boil in his enemies’ veins, and his twin axes create a rain of gore with every almighty swing.

Wrath of Khorne Bloodthirsters are the Lord of Battle’s agents of vengeance, sent to claim the skulls of those who have offended him. With hellforged weapons and breath of purest hellfire, they annihilate their quarry in shocking displays of infernal power.

The Blood Throne roars into battle with its monstrous maw gaping wide, hungry for mortal flesh. Atop its dais, the Rendmaster bellows commands to his footsoldiers as it and its charioteers cut down any foes foolish enough to approach.

Swift, strong, and tenacious beyond mortal reason, Flesh Hounds run their prey to the ground without mercy. Those who seek to trick or destroy these daemonic beasts with sorcery find their powers flickering to nothing, extinguished by the wrath of Khorne.

The ground shakes beneath the onrushing fury of the Bloodcrushers before they crash into the enemy with the force of a falling mountain. Those not trampled beneath the Juggernauts’ hooves are slain by the swinging hellblades of the beasts’ riders.

The ground shakes beneath pounding Juggernaut hooves as the Mighty Skullcrushers ride into battle. Foes are smashed aside by the impact of their charge, and any survivors are soon reduced to piles of gore by the riders’ axes.

Some of Khorne’s daemons develop an obsession with bone-shattering cavalry combat. Riding into battle atop smoke-belching Juggernauts, they call themselves Bloodcrushers, and it is a name well earned. Rather than winding through the trees of the Everspring Swathe, they simply bulldoze a path forward, driving the panicked survivors of their rampage onto the axes of their Khornate kin.

Smashing their way through the maelstrom of battle, Blood Warriors roar incoherent curses as they hack and bludgeon their foes to ruin. Such is their dedication to Khorne that they continue to fight even after suffering wounds that would fell most warriors instantly.

Beneath unholy icons and blood-soaked banners, letting loose roaring battle cries and terrifying blasts from brazen horns, the Bloodletters of Khorne surge forwards in a tide of corded muscle and hellforged swords to maim and slaughter their foes.

Descending on their foes in a howling tide, the barbarous hordes of the Bloodreavers sweep away the enemy in a brutal frenzy. Each is a frothing killer, their body thick with slabs of muscle and their heavy weapons able to decapitate and dismember with every swing.

The Claws of Karanak venerate the Flesh Hounds of Khorne, taking on an aspect of the daemons’ bloodthirsty nature as they hunt the enemies of the Blood God and hack them to shreds in horrific displays of brutality.

It is the sworn task of the Skullreapers to claim worthy skulls for Khorne, and it is a duty they go about with savage determination. Wielding daemon-touched weapons and blessed with death-dealing mutations, these warriors decimate the enemy ranks.

With the chained hammers of their flails whipping around them, the Wrathmongers hurl themselves at the enemy. A bloody red mist hangs around these berserkers as they go about their butchery, driving combatants into a maddened frenzy.

Even amongst the pitiless hordes of the Goretide, the Bloodreavers led by Garrek Gorebeard are known for their cruelty and deranged ferocity. It is said that Garrek personally guts and skins any of his warriors who fail to take a worthy trophy in battle.

Dromm, Wounder of Worlds, Slaughterpriest of Great Khorne, seeks to commit the ultimate act of violence in the name of his murderous god. With his cursed axe he would carve open the realms themselves, causing the lands to shudder and writhe in agony. Together known as the Gorechosen of Dromm, the Skullgrinder Herax and the muscle- bound Gorehulk accompany the self-proclaimed Wounder of Worlds on his deranged quest to mutilate the realms, slaughtering anything that gets in their way.

Magore Redhand leads his band of killers on an endless hunt for worthy skulls. In return for his prodigious offerings, Khorne has blessed the Blood Warrior with profane gifts, including a daemonic maw in his gut that can bite through even sigmarite.

All know to fear the Khorgoraths of Khorne. Rampaging super-predators with an endless hunger for skulls, they are almost impossible to kill and smash through the enemy with no thought for anything but indiscriminate slaughter.

The hideous war machines known as Skull Cannons vomit forth barrages of skulls amidst blasts of sulphurous smoke and flame, their macabre ordnance screaming through the skies before exploding with murderous fury amongst the enemy ranks.

Rising from the ground, the Skull Altar is formed out of the violent tributes heaped in offering for Khorne’s throne. From atop the grisly pedestal, a priest of Khorne roars out invectives, evoking the judgements of the Blood God to smite down all signs of weakness or wizardry.