Warhammer The Old World Rulebook

Jaga-Jaga Hordes Minions Warlock has risen to prominence as a high priestess of the Blindwater Congregation. In her talons writhe the spirits of death drawn from the swamps, each eager to comply with her designs. She is an enigmatic creature, whispering into the darkness to converse with ravening things of shadow. Around her the unseen spirits bubble close to the surface, drawn to her as leeches are drawn to disturbances in the water.

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• Base Size: 40mm
• PIP Code: 75049
• Model Materials: White Metal
• Model Count: 1
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Soul Slave Gatormen bokors do not loathe death, as other creatures and their dark arts are sacred rituals. The dank powers of death rise steaming from the swamps and can be bound into dead flesh, harnessed to augment the cold-blooded warlocks leading the Blindwater Congregation. Bereft of thought and suffused with necromantic power, the Soul Slave serves as a conduit for the will of its master.

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Gatorman Husk have disgusting and bloated bodies stuffed near to bursting with all manner of venomous insects, and each new generation adds to the swarm wriggling within to distend the body ever further. Bokors direct these undead carriers at their enemies, hoping that a bullet or blade will puncture the husk’s swollen flesh. Even a small rupture causes the husk to burst into a grotesque, stinging cloud of swamp flies and worse that sows panic and disease among the enemy’s ranks.

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• Base Size: 40mm
• PIP Code: 75081
• Model Materials: Metal, Resin
• Model Count: 1
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Across the Old World, mighty kings and powerful warlords raise glorious armies and grim hordes without number. These military masses march together into battle, marshalled in coordinated ranks and regiments by their commanders.

A landscape cursed by the nefarious machinations of the dread necromancer Nagash, the realm of Nehekhara, once known as the Great Land thanks to its long-enduring prosperity, is now the domain of the dead. This accursed land is ruled over by the ancient Tomb Kings and their legions of dread skeletal warriors.

Knights of the Realm make up the bulk of Bretonnia’s nobility and its armed might, and command great respect for both their high station and the deeds they performed to attain it. Knights Errant, however, are the youthful sons and daughters of Bretonnian nobles, bold young warriors who seek any opportunity to earn their spurs under the chivalric code. Heavily armoured, mounted on fine warhorses, and assembled into an unstoppable lance formation, a charge of Bretonnian Knights has the power to shatter enemy hordes like kindling under a woodsman's axe.