Cards

The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell in the oceans of the Mortal Realms. They emerge from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers, reaping a grim harvest upon which their very survival depends.

The Stormcast Eternals descend from the heavens in great columns of lightning, blazing onto battlefields across the Mortal Realms to hold back the forces of misrule.

The Ogor Mawtribes scour the realms for meaty delicacies, gouging circular paths of devastation as they gobble up anything and everything they can find.

The Daughters of Khaine are warlike aelves, deadly and graceful. With every drop of enemy blood that splashes across their skin, their murderous power reaches new and terrifying heights.

The armies of the Lumineth Realm-lords are glorious to behold. Masters of magic and paragons of the military arts, these aelves fight alongside the aelementor spirits of their home to cleanse the Mortal Realms of ruin and corruption.

The Gloomspite Gitz lurk in the darkest crannies of the Mortal Realms. An army of vicious grots and troglodytic monsters, they swarm up from the depths to bask in the gaze of the sinister Bad Moon, filled with a fanatical urge to despoil and cause mayhem.

When the Orruk Warclans are on the march, nowhere in the Mortal Realms is safe.

Many legends surround the Seraphon. It is said that they have visited the Mortal Realms since time immemorial and fly the Aetheric Void in golden temple-ships full of unknowable technology.

The Flesh-eater Courts are touched by a curse that distorts their very perception of reality. While they see themselves as valiant knights and honest soldiers, they are, in truth, wretched fiends who hunger for flesh.

Shrieking and swirling from the grave, the spectral Nighthaunt bear Nagash’s malice. Punished for their crimes in life with eternal servitude to the Great Necromancer, their bitterness fuels them to fight without end.

The Soulblight Gravelords rule their kingdoms in a dark mirror of mortal nobility. Their castles are decorated with fountains of blood, and their armies are made up solely of lifeless revenants.

The Ossiarch Bonereapers march upon the realms to carry out Nagash's eternal mission of conquest. Their strategy, both on and off the battlefield, is dictated by dispassionate logic.

For aeons, the perfidious Skaven scurried beneath the earth like an infection under the skin, rising to bombard their foes with hideous mutants and machines alike.

The duardin Sons of Grimnir hurl themselves into the fray with fierce battle-joy, war hymns upon their lips, and ur-gold runes hammered in their bare flesh.

The Kharadron Overlords maintain sky-fleets as grand as they are formidable. Forged by stoic duardin who value profit above all, they are wonders of artifice and raw firepower.

From the heart of the Realm of Life pulses a song of war. It reverberates through every tree, stream and blade of grass, surging through veins of sap and into the bodies of the forests’ pale, gnarled-bark guardians.

The Cities of Sigmar are mighty fortresses – disparate alliances of humans, duardin, and aelves. They stand shoulder to shoulder to bring order and sanity to the Mortal Realms.

The Hedonites of Slaanesh cavort across the Mortal Realms in vile carnivals of sin and excess, seeking their absent deity, the Dark Prince. Any who find themselves in the path of these raiders are destined to die a slow and very painful death.

The Maggotkin of Nurgle shamble from foetid wastes with drones and gurgles, blessed with their patron's unholy bloat. Wherever they go, diseases spread uncontrollably, and entire nations are infected with Nurgle’s generous gifts.

As the Disciples of Tzeentch march to war, a storm of deadly change-magic boils the skies and transmutes the land, inflicting horrifying mutations upon all who would stand in their way.

The Blades of Khorne hurl themselves upon their prey, howling like mad beasts. These savage killers seek to honour the Blood God by taking skulls and drowning the Mortal Realms in a tide of hot gore.

Far beyond Sigmar’s gleaming bastions march the Slaves to Darkness – shadowy hosts of barbarians and executioners hell-bent on tearing down all semblance of civilisation.