Slaves to Darkness – Warscrolls

The Centaurion Marshals are creatures of terrifying stature that serve as focal points for the First Prince’s legions, commanding warriors sworn to them with cunning and tactical guile before charging headlong into the fray, where they wreak havoc upon the enemy.

Particularly favoured Chaos Lords may be granted a daemonic steed to bear them into battle. These champions become the rulers of feared cavalry warbands, driving their mounted brethren into battle with roared oaths to the Dark Gods.

Karkadraks are monstrous lizard-beasts clad in thick scales, whose destructive rampages are almost impossible to stop. Only the strongest Chaos Lords can dominate a Karkadrak, but those who succeed become truly deadly linebreakers.

Only the mightiest and most ruthless Darkoath warriors may rise to command their tribe in battle. Their killing prowess honed by years of strife and slaughter, they lead their people to victory after bloody victory, claiming heads with every swing of their cursed weapons.

Sworn to Be’lakor and granted immortality, Eternus rides at the head of First Prince’s legions, crushing those who oppose his ascension. His mighty weapons are not his only means of waging war, for Eternus commands a vast network of spies and warriors loyal to the Dark Master.

The Gaunt Summoners are strange daemon-sorcerers of Tzeentch bound to the will of the Everchosen. Some glide above the battlefield on scintillating Discs of Tzeentch, laying the enemy low with arcane power and cursed daggers.

Singri is the daughter of Gunnar Brand, heir apparent to the Darkoath tribes of the Snow Peaks. She charges into battle with a brash ferocity, one that often vexes her father, yet none are as capable as she at teasing out speed from a warhorse, nor as skilled in loosing pinpoint arrows while galloping at full tilt as Singri.

Chaos Lords are dark champions who have walked the Path to Glory and are now only one step away from glory or damnation. They are the rulers of great warbands and hordes, and their followers will die before failing these fearsome warlords.

The very air around a Sorcerer Lord is saturated with dark magic. With their command of daemonic powers and gift of foresight, these warlocks bolster the power of their allies while unleashing their own devastating spellcraft on the enemy.

Daemon Princes are those champions who, through determination and countless atrocities, have surpassed the heights of the Path to Glory. Only the most vanishingly rare souls can hold the gods’ attention long enough to achieve this apotheosis, joining the infernal ranks of daemonkind as an embodiment of Chaos itself. The earth rebels at their presence, for they are things that should not exist. Palls of shadow surround a Daemon Prince as the land cracks and vomits torrents of hellflame. With talon and cursed blade, the Daemon Prince brings ruin to the realms, assured that there are none who might challenge them.

Darkoath Chieftains lead their barbarian tribes to war with the fury and conviction of the truly devoted. These masterful warriors are always seeking greater challenges, and their skill at arms is spoken of in awe by their followers.

A Darkoath Warqueen has proven herself the rightful ruler of her barbarian tribesfolk time and again. She has sworn dread pacts to bring carnage to the Mortal Realms, and all who stand in her way must face both her wrath and that of her devoted warriors.

Exalted Heroes are those warriors who have caught the notice of the gods and now seek to make a true name for themselves. Their favoured prey are monsters and enemy champions, for by slaying these foes an Exalted Hero proves their own might.

To the daemonic Gaunt Summoners, reality is but a plaything. At the will of their master Archaon they lead armies of mortals to wreak terrible havoc. They can consume their foes in hellfire and manipulate realmgates to summon minions to their side in a matter of moments.

Gunnar Brand is a legend amongst the Darkoath tribes of the eastern Great Parch. His warrior skills, coarse charisma and raw grit have seen him emerge triumphant against seemingly impossible odds time and again. Many whisper that Gunnar’s brother forged a deal with a Wilderfiend and that the Chaos Gods have their gaze upon him.

Myrmidons are masters of the Varanspire’s fighting pits, and have spent decades mastering the gladiatorial arts. In battle they lead those who seek to join the Everchosen’s legions, for to impress a Myrmidon is to be marked for glory.

Once a whelp in the Varanspire’s fighting pits, Abraxia has risen to command the Swords of Chaos – the infamous First Circle of the Varanguard. She is a warrior of matchless willpower, convinced that there is no challenge she cannot best through bloody-minded grit. To Abraxia, Chaos represents a state of perpetual testing rather than being embodied in four insane gods. Such an anti-deific attitude pleases Archaon, who offers Abraxia that rarest of boons – a measure of his trust. In her conquest of the Sigmarite city of the Phoenicium, Abraxia consumed the sacred fire at the bastion’s heart. Cinder now flickers when she speaks, while in her eyes rages a tortured and captive flame.

Archaon is the Everchosen, champion of the Ruinous Powers, anointed in the blood of butchered empires. Many worship him as a demigod of Chaos, the primordial ruin of the false god Sigmar. It is true that the Everchosen despises the God-King – but he reserves similar loathings for the Brothers in Darkness, and indeed all deities. Were Archaon’s ultimate goals to be realised, it would be his banners alone rising over the charred corpse of the realms.

Once, Be’lakor – first of the Daemon Princes – stood paramount before the Ruinous Powers. How he fell from these heights is not known; likely his ambitions played a part, for Be’lakor craves godhood. His punishment was to crown each Everchosen but be denied the mantle himself. Yet Be’lakor is a creature of matchless cunning; even as he raged at his predicament, nursing hatred for the ‘False King’ Archaon, he schemed to reclaim his place at the forefront of the hordes of Chaos.

For those Chaos Lords who truly wish to display their dominance, only one form of mount will suffice: a Manticore, a terrible leonine beast from the wildest reaches of the realms. A Manticore is an apex predator of the battlefield, devoid of fear and filled with a berserk frenzy as it soars on great leathery wings. Only the most iron-willed of warlords can collar a Manticore’s bloodthirsty frenzy and compel the beast to serve their purpose. Those who do, however, gain a monstrous living weapon capable of shattering a battleline single-handedly.

Chaos Sorcerers wield the energies of magic unbound. Theirs are the old traditions of the soothsayer and the tribal shaman, empowered by eldritch gifts from their patron deities. The most aggressive Sorcerer Lords are not content to be whispering viziers to the champions of Chaos; they desire to command hordes, to see enemies terrified and broken before them. So do they seek out the winged alpha predators known as Manticores, arcanely forcing these beasts into service.

Though the Ruinous Powers are worshipped at countless warped temples and unholy sites, it is only in battle that they may truly be honoured. The most devout champions of Chaos seek to combine both these forms of worship, crafting bladed shrines that are carried into battle by swollen and lumbering mutants. These Warshrines are utterly suffused with fell powers. Their altars are slick with the blood of the sacrificed slain, and the great icon that crowns them pulses with the energies of the Dark Gods.

Those who receive too many gifts from the gods may degenerate into a hideous Chaos Spawn. Lumpen and misformed, these creatures lurch from their lairs when death is on the wind, slaughtering all before them with flailing tentacles and crooked claws.

Wilderfiends are both guardians and persecutors of the Darkoath tribes. Once mortal heroes themselves, they have been warped and twisted into hunched abominations that crave flesh and wield powers of primal sorcery to annihilate their prey.

One of the many forms of wildlife twisted by the power of Chaos, Raptoryx cross the land in vast flocks. Cunning and vicious beasts, they are willing to take on prey many times their size, pulling them down in a frenzy of slashing talons and snapping beaks.

The coming of the Chaos Knights heralds a crushing defeat for their adversaries. These dreaded champions charge fearlessly into the deadliest of battles, striking down foes all around them with sundering blows from their ensorcelled weapons.

The Darkoath prize speed and agility above all in their light cavalry. Fellriders are mounted daredevils, outflanking their foes on lightning-swift and aggressive mounts, riddling their ranks with volleys of javelins before charging in to deal the killing blow.

Each of the Varanguard is a mighty champion who has passed the many tests set for them by Archaon and sworn themselves to his service. Riding atop their hulking steeds, these lords of darkness bring inescapable death to the Everchosen’s enemies.

Devotees of Chaos who garner many dark rewards may rise to the ranks of the Chosen. Armed with wicked soul-cleaving weapons, these champions fight at the forefront of the Chaotic hordes, inspiring their brethren through acts of brutal violence.

Furies are spiteful daemonic imps that throng those lands under the sway of Chaos. Though individually weak, when they swarm they can prove surprisingly deadly, waiting until the foe’s back is turned before launching vicious hit-and-run attacks.

Sworn to Be’lakor, these warriors wage war on two different fronts. They openly march alongside the legions of Chaos, bringing ruin to the Mortal Realms, yet serve ulterior motives, seeking to undermine the Everchosen and secure the ascension of the First Prince in his stead.

Clad in hellforged iron and swollen with dark blessings, Chaos Warriors are the bane of civilisation. Entire legions of these armoured killers march into battle in search of divine favour, each warrior the equal of several lesser mortals.

Each and every Darkoath warrior is trained in the way of the axe and the sword from the youngest age. Having sworn bloody oaths to their patron gods, they seek to fulfil them by any means necessary, their bodies flushed with power by every pledge completed.

Screaming blood-curdling vows to the Ruinous Powers, the Darkoath Savagers make brutal war across the length and breadth of the Mortal Realms. To these barbarous marauders, each new dawn is an opportunity to win the favour of the gods.

Serving as shock troops to the armies of Chaos, these formidable warriors are found where the fighting is thickest, wielding both monstrous strength and honed martial skill to carve swathes of ruin through the ranks of the enemy.

Gunnar Brand is a hero amongst the Darkoath tribes of Aqshy, but he could not have won his greatest victories without the aid of his companions. The Oathsworn Kin form his closest circle of confidants – Dendrel Direbrand and Warqueen Tanari cave in skulls with hammer and spear while Broken Nadja trails behind, her deadly incantations reducing foes to madness.