Kruleboyz – Warscrolls

Particularly storied Killabosses are able to procure all manner of terrifying, swamp-dwelling mounts from the Beast-breakaz to show off their status. Great Gnashtoofs are one such monster, huge and vicious hounds whose swiftness is matched only by their ferocity.

Slittabosses command the hobgrot kompanies that maraud across the realms in search of plunder. They are not only the most physically imposing and dark-hearted of their kind but also the canniest. Each is a master swindler and murderous in ripping loot from the battlefield, no matter who currently possesses it.

Killabosses are the warlords of the Kruleboyz. Each has wrested their position from rivals by being not only a potent warrior but also possessed of true Morkish kunnin’, willing to use anyone or anything to garner an advantage.

Murknobs are champion warriors amongst the Kruleboyz, and they revel in taking the heads of their adversaries – honestly or otherwise. They alone are granted the honour of carrying the Belcha-bannas into battle, each a foul relic with all manner of strange powers.

Even for Kruleboyz, Swampcalla Shamans are foul creatures. These spell-flingers have an innate connection to the mires they inhabit, which they channel into noisome spells of debilitation while brewing up vile elixirs to aid their green- skinned kin.

The Breaka-boss towers over their minions, largely because they ride upon the shoulders of a massive Mirebrute Troggoth. By goading this dim-witted beast, they can drive it into a frenzy – though it is the enemy that feels its wrath.

Most infamous of all Swampcalla Shamans is Gobsprakk. He is the greatest prophet of orruk-kind, the Mouth of Mork, and it is clear the favour of the kunnin’ god is upon him. Green energy crackles around Gobsprakk when his ire is raised, and even the biggest orruks have learnt to fear the narrowing of the shaman’s eyes, for someone’s sudden demise follows soon after. Those who cross him have a strange habit of choking to death as their lungs fill with swamp water, even if they are standing upon an arid plain. Should an enemy survive his perfidious spells, they are snatched up in the talons of his beloved Corpse-rippa Vulcha, Killabeak.

The Killaboss rules through strength as well as cunning, for they have an expert eye for picking out an enemy’s weak spot and driving a blade into it. In battle, those who ride the immense raptor-like creatures known as Corpse-rippa Vulchas dive out of the mists without warning, striking from nowhere to gut the enemy force.

One of the most destructive races to have ever lived, the Drogrukh were centauroid warriors who built a great nation in the Realm of Beasts. From their number rose a champion so powerful that he ascended to godhood: Kragnos, the End of Empires. Having led his people in warfare against a draconic empire that left the Drogrukh all but extinct, Kragnos was sealed away for the protection of the realms – only to be freed centuries later.

Experts at capturing prisoners in the mayhem of battle, Snatchabosses regard war as an opportunity to scoop up some prize captives. The Sludgeraker Beasts that bear them into the fighting smell so appalling their scent alone can unman a prospective target.

Swampboss Skumdrekk is something of a legend amongst the Gitsnatchaz, for not only does he excel in the shifting tides of battle, he makes a fortune out of bidding on the outcome. He and his hobgrot Kountin’ Krew are the bane of enemies and treasuries alike.

Gutrippaz form the slimy heart of the Kruleboyz. These mobs of sadistic greenskins are known for their vicious kunnin’ and the spiteful amusement they find in laying low the enemy with their wicked, poisoned weapons.

Mobs of Hobgrot Slittaz have often been witnessed accompanying the Kruleboyz orruks to war. These malicious little brutes delight in eviscerating the foe with their slitta-knives and employing explosive devices pilfered from their duardin paymasters to blow unlucky enemies apart.

The fiendish crossbows wielded by the Man-skewer Boltboyz are powerful enough to take down a charging grunta with one shot, while the poisons coating their projectiles induce spasming deaths that are highly entertaining to these cruel orruks.

Masters of the sudden ambush and the devious ruse, the Kruleboyz known as Monsta-killaz are sadistic, underhanded beast-hunters who eagerly employ every kunnin’ trick in the book to capture their quarry and defeat those who would stand in their way.

Mannok da Kunnin’ is a member of the Beastbreakaz tribe; with his envenomed tri-prodda and cruel lash, he can reduce even the toughest opponents to spasming wrecks. Da Kunnin’ Krew is a ragtag collection of orruks, hobgrots and grots. It is led by the armoured Torka Tuffskul, an expert at corralling foes with his spiked mansnappa. He is backed up by two grots, Gikkit and Shank, who are kept in line by a malicious paymaster known as Krookgrin.

Daggok and his ladz are on a murderous mission to decapitate the realms’ brightest fighters. With each head Daggok takes, his kunnin’ increases – or so he believes – and he means to gather enough smarts to make him a Killaboss.

The idea of an orruk that can shoot straight seems like a contradiction, but they do exist – those who operate the portable ballistas known as Beast-skewer Killbows can not only bullseye a target but also slay several smaller enemies with a single shot.

Creeping along on all fours come the Marshcrawla Sloggoths, sniffing the air to home in on fresh prey. On their backs are howdahs full of sneaky grots, banging war-drums and cackling as their vile beasts catch and squish the foe.

Skaregob Totems leer ominously through the marsh-murk. Each acts as a lodestone of Morkish magic, the energies of sinister cunning spiralling around them and seeing the strange algae splattered across them glowing with psychedelic frenzy. One who looks upon a Skaregob finds themselves assailed by whispers and jeers, their secrets laid bare through hostile mutterings and their nerves stretched to breaking point. As order breaks down, the Kruleboyz draw in closer, chuckling to themselves – just waiting for the distracted foe to stumble into the traps they have prepared...

No spell is as beloved of orruk-kind as the Foot of Gork. It is brutality made manifest: a huge, warty green foot formed of riotous magic that descends from the sky and squashes anything beneath it flat. One foot follows the descent of the other, smashing colossal craters in the earth that glow with a weird Waaagh!-light. The fact that the Foot of Gork is almost impossible to direct once it has landed doesn’t much bother the orruks, for wherever it stomps, it’s bound to result in a good time.

From the jaws of a Gork-Roara spews forth the destructive magic of the Waaagh!. Shamans who breathe in this glowing mist find their connection to that primal energy heightened – all for the measly risk of being driven entirely out of their minds. Gork-Roaras share the orruks’ exuberance in battle, howling bloodthirsty invective and jeering battle cries. Should they linger after the din of combat has faded, they will bellow and howl in indignation. Given that the same is true of especially warlike bosses, no orruk really seems to mind.

Morkspit Marshes are amongst the most grisly examples of orruk kunnin’. These squelchy spells transform hard earth into bogland formed of brackish waters, stinking tar, or any other disgusting substance they can think of. From them emerge tendrils of glowing protoplasm that grasp an enemies’ limbs and drag them towards their doom. With their victims otherwise occupied, the orruks can easily move in behind them and bash them across the back of the head.

No one can now say whether Zog or Goz kicked off their stampeding race. The former claims to have been the boss, with Goz challenging him for primacy. The truth is anyone’s guess. The two charge and brawl across hill, valley and realmgate, driving their Maw-gruntas on. Any onlookers who tried to keep up have long since fallen behind, but sometimes da Hurtlin’ Hogz will crash through a battlefield. The cries of trampled enemies and barbarous whoops of nominal allies are ignored. Only pulling ahead matters.

Of all of Behemat’s spawn, Gatebreakers are the most sinister, filled with the need to destroy. More specifically, these gargants harbour considerable ill will towards the metropolises raised by Sigmar’s folk. The sight of a glorious city, with its proud spires and resolute walls, awakens a bitter fury within these creatures. With a bellow of hate, a Gatebreaker advances on an enemy settlement without fear, shrugging off panicked arrows and cannon fire with little more than a malicious chuckle. Across the Prime Innerlands of Shyish, the name Big Drogg Fort-kicka is dreaded. Admittedly, this is as much for the Gatebreaker’s grievous halitosis – a side effect of eating decomposing corpses – as his skill at destroying cities. Drogg is known to many undead tyrants, who willingly offer him a portion of their servants to consume in return for his aid. Yet Drogg’s true goal has always been to get close enough to Nagash to clobber him in a show of strength. The Great Necromancer’s shattering at the hands of the Lumineth has set this plan back. Taking this as a personal insult, Drogg has vowed revenge. He eagerly hires his services out to any undead wishing to fight the aelves – and he has no shortage of clients.

Braggit Big-Talka is a grot with many tales to tell. Some of them even contain a grain of truth. The Rabble-Rowza and his mates (not to mention their squiggly companions) are an unpredictable menace, arriving without warning in search of shiny bottles to snatch and pour their fungal potions into.

Kraken-eater Mega-Gargants are irascible old souls who have seen it all. They find just as much satisfaction in watching the sun rise while seated atop their favourite rock as they do in destroying a village, and they crave the relief that only the sea can provide – as well as the bounty that washes up on its shores. Bundo Whalebiter is a legend along Ghur’s Coast of Tusks. He is that rarest of things, a gargant known for both brain and brawn, and has been ever since an encounter with ocean-dwelling aelves near the Icefangs. While pursuing the aelves – for the sight of their sea creatures flying about out of the water irritated him to no end – Bundo was distracted by a Fangmora Eel to which a glowing lantern had been attached. The gargant throttled the creature and took the trinket, hanging it from his ear as a fetching accoutrement. The aetherquartz in the lantern worked its magics upon Bundo, heightening his intellect such that he can now converse with shocking clarity for a gargant. As a result, Bundo has won many mercenary contracts by arguing the value in having colossal aid to call upon.

Unlike most undead, the Ossiarchs are willing to compromise – provided their tithe is not waylaid. Though they bear little trust for the forces of Chaos, a desperate or cunning general may be able to direct them towards a mutual foe. After all, the Bonereapers will happily harvest the corpses of both sides…

His Endrineering commission revoked after repeated accusations of ‘unsanctioned resource sharing’, Gronn Ymorsson took matters into his own hands by bribing some Skywardens and stealing a Gunhauler, then fleeing the sky-port authorities before they noticed. He follows armies who can open the way to worthy treasure, swooping down to claim the loot when the coast is clear.

The beasts known as ogroids were once the Goroans, a race of Destruction that fell to Chaos after orruks sacked their capital. But not every Goroan clan spat upon Gorkamorka; some stayed faithful, and they occasionally emerge to fight alongside their old kin. Their gifts of ‘flashy choppas’ is usually enough to banish any suspicion.

Nurgle is a generous god, granting gifts even to those who deny their genius. It takes only one infected well, watering hole or imported keg for corruption to bite. At first, a warrior feels little but mild discomfort – but as the day of battle draws near, their suffering deepens, and an eager giggling echoes through the aether…

Beast-smashers are considered, even by other gargants, to be a touch mad. In truth, they are more susceptible to the energy of the Waaagh! than most of their kin. It stains their vision green and opens their souls to a rough elemental power, leading them to believe that they can hear Gorkamorka talking to them – or even that they are the god himself. Either way, their goal is the same: to slaughter great beasts, just as Gorkamorka once did. Odo Godswallow truly believes that he is Gorkamorka reborn. The energy of Kragnos’s return stirred him to a rampage, seeing him slaughter almost every monstrous beast along the Godswallow Delta. The shamanistic orruks that called the delta their home detected the touch of their god upon Odo and commanded their followers to mark his flesh with whirling green tattoos, the paint made from a mixture of beast blood, squig innards and crushed realmstone. The sacred warpaint seems to protect him just as it does the orruks. His legend has spread across Gallet; warclans travel for leagues to witness Da Living God in action, and Odo rarely fails to meet their barbarous expectations.

It does not matter to the Warstompers who is fighting or why; all they care about is finding a vicious scrap to lose themselves in. The charge of a Warstomper is akin to being hit by a roaring Chamonic steam-engine, and then the titan begins swinging their huge club, ploughing through enemy ranks with howls of battle‑joy. One-eyed Grunnock is truly infamous. Gargants far and wide tell of how he terrorised Ghurish Necrosia, battling the Ossiarch Bonereapers. To the Warstomper, the undead are perfect enemies that constantly attract new foes. He has violently thwarted the Bonereapers’ negotiations with other races on several occasions, most notably interrupting the signing of a treaty with a duardin fleet. Being pitched off the side of a mountain and forever burdened with a splitting headache was, admittedly, not part of Grunnock’s plan, but the chance to ensure that the fighting between the two forces would never end was worth it. For a time, Grunnock relentlessly hunted Kragnos, fearing that the Drogrukh deity would drive his undead prey from Ghur. Yet now Kragnos rampages in Ghyran, leaving Grunnock free to crush his favoured enemies once more.

Loonboss Skulkrik fought under the Bad Moon, once. He has sought to do so again ever since, its light sending him and his ladz into a wild frenzy in violent cahoots. These Moonclan grots are always on the move, hunting after rumours of the Bad Moon’s last sighting, and they will often appear on a battlefield unannounced should their lunar deity bless it with an appearance.

Having learned the Great Secret of mercenary work from a local Mega-Gargant, Snerk Mooneata decided to give it a go. Finding little success, the bossgrot took the next best option: periodically waking a surly troggoth and acting as the go-between for the beast. Snerk, of course, holds onto the troggoth’s half of the pay. For safekeeping.

The rise of the Mega-Gargants has focused many of their smaller mates, but there are always some who loot great kegs of ale and get a bit carried away. Staggering across the land in a drunken stupor, these gargants just turn up on one side of the battlefield and canny commanders simply move their troops out of the way…

No self-aggrandising grot likes to admit that there is only so much they can accomplish alone. Droggz da Sunchompa is not so limited in his ‘big finkin’. He will send the Shinestealaz into battle with other children of Gorkamorka in order to reap the spoils of the biggest battles. Their help is rarely refused, for this pack of stabby, loot-hungry grots are vicious in the extreme.