Gloomspite Gitz – Warscrolls

Most feared and famed leader of the Gitmobs, Droggz da Sunchompa speeds into the battle upon his wily mount, Jaggedsnarl. Wreathed by an eye-searing corona of stolen Hyshian light, Droggz is nigh impossible to target as he smashes into his foes, his meteoric war-pick cracking skulls left and right.

Many Loonbosses take squigs as mounts or pets and have their choice of prime specimens, among them the Giant Cave Squigs. Such bossgrots are often found at the head of a Squigalanche, and while it might be an exaggeration to say that they intentionally ‘lead’ their fellows anywhere, their force of personality is enough to draw squig-mounted gitz to their side from miles around.

Snarlbosses are the leaders of the Gitmobs. They prove their right to lead by somehow convincing an Alpha Snarlfang to carry them into battle – usually by demonstrating that they are much sneakier and meaner than their prospective mount. Doing so also means that the other Snarlfangs of their pack will follow their lead as they run rings around the enemy, filling them full of arrows before dashing in to finish the job when the smell of weakness is in the air.

Swaggering bullies whose twisted anatomies are part arachnid, Scuttlebosses charge into battle upon the backs of Gigantic Spiders, exhorting nearby skittermobs to follow their violent example and ride the foe into the ground.

Cave-Shamans fuel their magic with the Deffcap, a highly hallucinogenic mushroom that grows inside the shaman until it bursts out of their cranium. As the willing host of such a fungus, they are capable of casting far more potent spells, for the mushroom appears to draw power from the Bad Moon itself.

Loonbosses are the warlords of the Moonclan skraps. They relish a fight, and the weapons they wield are laden with so many spiteful enchantments that they can carve clean through steel plate. However, Loonbosses never fight fair. Ducking and weaving around their enemies, they hurl mobs of cackling grots at them to wear them down before finishing them off with a slice to the throat or a blow between the shoulder blades.

Like all of Gorkamorka’s creatures, grots love a good scrap. The Rabble-Rowzas take it upon themselves to see this desire fulfilled. Their shrieking voices are not just enhanced but magically weaponised. Through a mixture of gleeful threats and cutting insults, the Rabble-Rowzas direct the wave of destructive madness that is a Gloomspite army onwards, ensuring that it crashes upon the enemy and tramples them to paste.

Skragrott carved his way into history when he defeated the orruks of Ayadah at the head of hundreds of thousands of grots. He attributes his success to the Bad Moon, which he claims once spoke to him as he slept. When Skragrott awoke, a fungal crown was deeply rooted upon his brow, and a stave capped with a Badloon Bossfungus lay at his side. This was seen as proof by all the Moonclans of his right to rule and a conduit through which he could channel their sinister god’s power.

Squigbosses command their fungal herds through the offering of prized mushrooms and occasional jabbings from their squig-krooks. Most are accompanied by loyal Gnasha-squigs, who gleefully chomp at anything that gets too close.

Veins thick with venom, Webspinner Shamans live in vivid waking visions through which they interpret the Spider God’s will. They are blessed by their arachnid deity, protected and sorcerously empowered by its sinister touch.

Some particularly forceful and bullying Loonbosses are able to tame – in the loosest sense of the word – Giant Cave Squigs and bring them into battle as terrifying pets that are more than capable of biting a man in two.

Black-clad Madcap Shamans caper into battle, chanting and jabbering madly. They stuff Madcap Mushrooms into their gobs, eyes crackling with power as they channel the Gloomspite into deadly magical attacks.

Mollog, the ancient Dankhold Troggoth, really just wants to find somewhere dark and damp to go back to sleep, but people keep disturbing him and getting in his way. Suffice it to say, this never ends well for them…

Dankhold Troggbosses are ancient creatures that sometimes wake from their subterranean slumbers and go on the rampage. Though potent forces of destruction in their own right, Troggbosses also inspire any lesser troggoths fighting in their shadow.

A roaring, trampling god of earthquakes and wanton destruction, Kragnos is known as the End of Empires. Already a natural disaster made manifest, his rampages are further augmented by his legendary armaments. The shield Tuskbreaker is said to have been cast aside by Gorkamorka himself; the spells of enemy mages break instantly upon its surface, supposedly due to the residual divine essence that suffuses it. The Dread Mace, Kragnos’s massive studded club, is powerful enough to shatter walls of solid rock. Legends say that he retrieved the weapon’s head from an ancient geomantic nexus, and that it is infused with Ghur’s own destructive animus.

It takes a particularly deranged loon to lead the charge whilst clinging on to a pair of giant squigs, but some Loonbosses – along with their most bonkers cronies – are only too eager to do so. Mangler Squigs are living wrecking balls, and though only the most tenacious grots could hope to survive the ride, those who succeed revel in the spectacular violence they inflict as they crash into the melee, cackling in wicked glee as severed body parts, arcs of gore and screaming victims fly through the air all around them.

Trugg is the mightiest of all troggoths. A towering mass of strength and ill temper, he carries atop his back an arcane leystone of ancient design, which fuels his already formidable physical might with unpredictable bursts of elemental magic.

Especially old and malevolent Arachnarok Spiders often bear a Webspinner Shaman and their mob of hangers-on into battle. The shaman draws power from their howdah’s catchweb spidershrine to boost their ability to weave spells.

The Frazzlegit Shamans of the Gitmobs are an enigma both on the battlefield and off, babbling inscrutable incantations over pieces of scavenged metal and infusing them with solar magic. When carried into battle on a thundering War-Wheela, they cast wild spells from their high perch, wielding the power of Glareface Frazzlegit to fuel fiery conjurations. Their conveyance is a deadly weapon in its own right, scything down enemies with the wickedly sharp ‘slicers’ fitted to its undercarriage and crushing them under its iron- banded wheels.

The Snarlbosses of the biggest Gitmobs prefer being carried on an ostentatious War-Wheela to riding on wolfback, allowing them to concentrate on bashing the heads of the enemy rather than steering. Though all Gitmob chariots are capable of inflicting horrendous damage on the charge, those of the Snarlbosses do so in style, their paths of destruction marked by scorchmarks left by the flames that jet from the jars fitted to the back of their ride.

Herds of Cave Squigs race into battle gnashing their huge fangs and sinking them into anything that comes near. Their tough little grot herders keep the squigs moving in the right direction, using pointy sticks and noisemakers to really rile them up.

Should a squig rider actually survive a battle or two, it will immediately go to their head. Cladding themselves in crude armour complete with crescent-shaped helms, these swaggering show-offs form into elite mobs who refer to themselves as Boingrot Bounderz.

The riders of the Gitmobs move in packs, some crashing into the enemy lines with blinding momentum while others pick off choice targets on the flanks with arrows fired on the move. Their great manoeuvrability makes these grots and their Snarlfang allies nigh impossible to pin down.

Giant Snarlfangs are, as the name suggests, particularly large and impressive specimens of their kind. So big are they that a pair of grots can ride a single such beast into battle, each rider guarding one of their mount’s flanks with jabs from their ‘skewas’, freeing up the Snarlfang to tear into enemies directly in front at its leisure.

Skittermobs of Spider Riders stream across the battlefield, pouring through, over and around even the densest terrain or most formidable fortifications. They encircle their foes, pelting them with poisoned arrows and jabbing them with crooked spears.

Squig Hoppers bounce madly into battle, wreaking havoc on anything they collide with. Each ill-tempered squig has a cackling grot clinging to its back, who flails wildly at nearby enemies as they try vainly to steer their weird steed.

Those lucky grots of a Snarlboss’s retinue are often hand-picked from the least cowardly of the pack. They ride close to their leader and fend off attackers with stikkas and bows. These canny and adaptable fighters are a cut above the rest of their wolf-riding kin, and they possess an excellent sense for danger. Unfortunately for Wolfgit Retinues, they are often seen by their Snarlboss as potential rivals. Should they get too big for their boots, the boss is close enough to dispose of them at the drop of his fancy hat.

Racing forth on fleet-pawed Snarlfang mounts come Rippa Narkbad and his ladz, whooping and hollering as they seek out fleeing prey to stick with spears and cruel, barbed arrows.

These slime-slick beasties stink worse than a plague pit full of incontinent Nurglings. They throw up jetting streams of viciously corrosive vomit, softening their prey up – quite literally – before tearing into them with wicked talons and tusks.

Any bossgrot of sufficient power and renown is sure to have at least one Gobbapalooza roaming around their lurklair. This cackling gang of loon-priests and petty shamans is a motley gathering of wise-grots, each employing a different set of superstitions, practices and volatile fungus brews that either bolster their fellow gitz with all sorts of bizarre effects or cause mayhem amongst the ranks of the enemy.

Armed with massive wrecking balls attached to lengths of chain, Loonsmasha Fanatics are driven loopy with fungus brew then unleashed upon the enemy in a whirling storm. Though they inevitably come to a violent demise, they are sure to cause blood carnage first.

Moonclan Shootas gather in sizeable skulkmobs that rain black-fletched arrows upon the enemy. They pincushion their victims with sheer weight of fire, before surrounding any survivors and stabbing them viciously to death with spare arrows or clobbering them repeatedly with their knobbly bows.

Moonclan Stabbas form ragged ranks that advance upon the foe with gongs clanging and banners waving. Eyes bulging with the madness of the Gloomspite, they pour over the enemy lines and stab wildly at everything in their path.

Rockgut Troggoths have stony hides that are proof against blade, bolt and magical blast alike. Their lumpen claws pass through stone as though it were water, allowing them to scoop up huge clubs and throwing boulders at will. Subtle they are not.

It is the job of the Sneaky Snufflers to collect Looncaps and return them to the shamans, who use them as ingredients for magical potions. They are aided by Snufflesquigs, whose pronounced olfactory organs are highly attuned to different fungi. As battle rages, these grots harvest choice Looncaps with their trusty sickles, hurling bundles of the frenzy-inducing mushrooms over to their mates.

Sporesplatta Fanatics careen towards the foe swinging Thwackwheezer Puffshrooms. The billowing clouds of spores spewed out by these fungi veil the grot hordes from sight, invigorating the followers of the Bad Moon whilst choking and blinding the foe.