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At the wielder's command, the teeth race down the blade, ripping apart armour and flesh as easily as if they were parchment. The beast-hilt howls while it does so and whines if left unsated.

There are beings and creatures that can mend bone and knit flesh at an incredible rate. A mighty boon, but one stunted by fire.

Some warriors care not for their own personal safety, and so work themselves into a whirlwind of destruction and mindless violence!

Such is the strength within this warrior that when they strike it is sure to be a deathblow!

There are beings and creatures that can mend bone and knit flesh at an incredible rate. A mighty boon, but one stunted by fire.

Some warriors care not for their own personal safety, and so work themselves into a whirlwind of destruction and mindless violence!

Such is the strength within this warrior that when they strike it is sure to be a deathblow!

This compound of highly volatile powder ignites with the slightest jostle – perfectly suitable for the battlefield if you can get it there unexploded!

This blade of Gilellion the Lewd, champion of Slaanesh, traps its victims in immortal servitude to its bearer.

Felix Jaeger recovered the Rune Sword Karaghul, a blade with a dragon hilt, from a fallen Knight of the Fiery Heart deep within Karak Eight Peaks.

The Astromancer seizes the Winds on the battlefield, directing them against the foe to batter targets with unhallowed gales.

Gotrek's signature weapon is a battle-axe imbued with powerful rune magic, recovered from the corpse of King Thangrim Firebeard's son during the Dwarf Slayer's first excursion into the northern Chaos Wastes.

Neither armour nor wards can turn Ulrika's silver blade from its target, such are its innate magical properties.

This blade of scales with a sharkskin hilt was borne from the deeps by a Norscan reaver in an age long past.

Hidden ability to house vfx and boost splash attack impacts

Those who wield Widowmaker - those who bond with the enchanted blade - can summon forth Khaine's wrath.

Hidden ability to house vfx and boost splash attack impacts

Those who wield Widowmaker - those who bond with the enchanted blade - can summon forth Khaine's wrath.

Hidden ability to house vfx and boost splash attack impacts

Those who wield Widowmaker - those who bond with the enchanted blade - can summon forth Khaine's wrath.

Bartered for his tribesmen's souls by a chieftain who then double-crossed the Dark Gods, this spear, which can banish their servants, is all that remains.

Such is the strength within this warrior that when they strike it is sure to be a deathblow!

The Brazier of Gazul once helped the dead find their way, but now the power of the Ancestors can be twisted to summon the most vengeful Scions of Fire.

This runic hammer wields the power to create or destroy. Handy, if you're strong enough to wield it.

A victim of Dark Venom knows only a drawn-out and agonising death.

These arrows shower their targets with dozens of razor-sharp shards; a percussive shot of death.

Such is the power and ferocity of the champion, that those who stand in his way will falter against the warrior's impact.

By the call of its mighty Sea Lords, the Asur fleet demonstrates why it is renowned as the greatest naval power in the world, its training superior to all others.

With a mighty bellow, the Wizard invokes Corvus the Crow Lord, summoning his servants to peck at the foe's eyes.

Some ancient magic can call upon the wild, summoning nature's most natural predators to a Wizard's aid.

The God of the Hunt blesses this arrow so it can travel great distances with unwavering accuracy and terrifying power.

This sword was said to be smelted in a cursed furnace and then quenched in the bloody body of a dying champion.

The Brass Cleaver is said to be an artefact from another realm - ancient and terrible, it thirsts for blood.

Those that take a wound from the jagged blade of the Tormentor Sword will not only feel pain - their thoughts will be wracked with terrible omens.

This unsettling weapon spreads a curse on all around, disabusing enemy Warriors of their martial skills.

The sea is summoned, and a great tide coalesces upon the battlefield to drench all those that oppose the caster.

There are beings and creatures that can mend bone and knit flesh at an incredible rate. A mighty boon, but one stunted by fire.

This finely-wrought suit of armour seems to have a mind of its own – appearing to revel in punishing foes in proportion to the mindlessness of their charge.

A cavalcade of worthy foes reduced to grizzly adornments as they proved themselves, in the end, not worthy enough: an assessment with which they clatter in agreement.

The light has never been extinguished and never will, such is the power that keeps it alight. For those ranged against the light, it is blinding, and so hampers their attacks considerably.

The Runic Bracers twist and absorb any wasted flesh surrounding the user; as life leaves one body, it finds a way to enter theirs…

Shed from the Forest Dragon Bruwor himself, this Draconic scale has sentient vines that reach out like tentacles to ensnare nearby enemies.

There are those who wish nothing more than to be at the heart of battle, seeking foes to vanquish.

Such is the shine upon every scale in this resplendent mail that the foe can't help but be dazzled.

Shoulder to shoulder – what better way to fight and die for your comrades?

There are those who wish nothing more than to be at the heart of battle, seeking foes to vanquish.

Those who are "slippery" cannot be cornered or pinned - they simply "slip" away…

Those in command of the ranks will issue their orders with a ferocious bark, expecting instant obeisance.

A palpable miasma of fell sorcery surrounds the Bray-Shaman, distorting and maiming reality.

The smell and taste of blood intensifies the rage of most wild creatures – especially Dragons!

The battered Helm of Discord is a bronze helmet covered in withering symbols that both distract and unsettle any attacker.

The front of this shield depicts a warrior being blessed by a nameless lady. Its wielder gains protection from the sigil, especially against foes armed with missiles.

Arrows, cannonballs and more esoteric munitions are needed in endless supply on the battlefield.

Such is the shine upon every scale in this resplendent mail that the foe can't help but be dazzled.

These troops are emboldened when fighting, drinking and feasting together, although such ‘bravery’ is only temporary at best.

All it takes is the white-hot heat of battle to turn the issue of poor anger management into a violent advantage.

"Ha! These 'trinkets' gave the Ancestor God Grimnir near immortality – I'm no lesser Dawi than him!"

This tablet provides the means to crack through any substance.

This ornate diamond vessel houses a spark of the sacred flame from Asuryan's shrine; its bearer swells with unearthly resilience.

Eating a seed from this small Troll-skin leather pouch will imbue the consumer with regenerative abilities.

This elaborate casket, encrusted with rubies, contains a spark from Asuryan's sacred flame; those nearby are granted magical resistance to fire.

This guardian phoenix, decorated with rare sapphires, holds a spark from Asuryan's sacred flame that affords its carriers magical protection from fire.

The Opal Amulet can grant its wearer a life-saving second chance, but suffers a hairline fracture in its previously perfect surface as a result.

The wearer of this bizarre pendant is supernaturally protected against attacks from flying creatures.

This magical lens amplifies damage from missiles in the area upon which its strange, ethereal gaze is settled.

Uncannily keen or just possessed of the right tools for the job, a true spotter is one that few can hide from.

Lightning arcs across the battlefield, leaping from foe-to-foe with crackling fury until there are none left within the storm.

Morgrim had an eye for ranged weapons. Through this lens, the bearer will gain his sight.

Once used as a healing mist, its essence has since been corrupted by Chaos to take life instead of giving it!

Tales of ancient valour, glory, and self-sacrifice are bound to inspire those of noble heart to greater deeds.

Those whose word is law ensure their troops will not run by issuing this dread order.

This magical lens amplifies damage from missiles in the area upon which its strange, ethereal gaze is settled.

In fitful dreams, he sees the end... The world collapsing in on itself, leaving nothing but ashes and aberration.

Blowing on a glimmering golden whistle, the Wizard summons the spirit of Gehenna’s metal hounds to hunt down his prey.

A bang, a flash - the foes stagger slowly and blindly whilst you take full advantage of their disarray.

The Despairs are among the most feared Spites within Athel Loren, their arrival always foretelling imminent death.

Those that consume a Potion of Toughness find their skin hardening as swords and arrows glance off their body, even on parts not covered by armour!

There are beings and creatures that can mend bone and knit flesh at an incredible rate. A mighty boon, but one stunted by fire.

A shard of blackest night said to be a prison for the partial essence of the Trickster himself. Any close to it may be undone by its troubling aura.

The Crown of Command has been worn in countless battles. Its wearer is given great authority, instilling in his subjects an unbreakable courage.

This potion knits bones, seals flesh and staunches the flow of blood from mortal wounds.

Those who are "slippery" cannot be cornered or pinned - they simply "slip" away…

The feathers of many beasts dangle from this torc, its enchantments allowing the wearer to strike at flying creatures with savage fury.

Those in command of the ranks will issue their orders with a ferocious bark, expecting instant obeisance.

A friend to marksmen of all creeds, this piercing cyan liquid allows its imbiber to pick out weak spots and guide their shots true.

Those that drink this tincture may well be fools, but they are bold fools at that!

The blue liquid in this small bottle blesses the imbiber with a boost of preternatural speed.

The sludgy black liquor in this stern glass flask is a Potion of Strength, allowing the drinker to cause devastating damage.

Those that consume a Potion of Toughness find their skin hardening as swords and arrows glance off their body, even on parts not covered by armour!

The Wizard conjures a boiling ball of magical flame and hurls it at a nearby foe.

Uncannily keen or just possessed of the right tools for the job, a true spotter is one that few can hide from.

The souls of this deadly dagger's victims are trapped within its onyx blade, where they must remain, subject to its wielder's magical whims.

The Wizard ensorcels allied weapons, making them burn with a savage fire. The targets of the spell are augmented with superior flaming blades.

Reaching to the highest heavens, the Wizard draws a wandering meteorite down upon the battlefield.

The Wizard unleashes a hail of magical energy, transmuting his foes into Unliving golden statues.

At the spellcaster's command, nebulous nature spirits assail the foe, clawing with hands not nearly as insubstantial as they first appear.

By speaking Druthandor's name the Wizard is able to heal allies' injuries much faster than by natural means.

The Wizard infuses his allies with Light Magic, freeing them from the passage of time and speeding up their actions.

Following the fate of the unsmiling warrior, Bjuna, the targets of the caster’s ire will laugh themselves to death.

The supernatural solution is often the best; weapons materialise before the caster's allies, allowing them to slice through flesh, soul, and consciousness.

Those that look upon the Jabberslythe for too long will suffer insanity, even causing injury to themselves in desperation of escape.

This banner burns with a fire that can never be quenched, imbuing its bearers with flaming weapons and fiery eyes.

Whether by some esoteric or magical means, this unit has a heightened ability to rapidly relocate to where it is needed.

As the Gleaming Pennant flutters in the breeze it instils all that march under it the belief that they will be victorious.

The mangled form of a terrifying scarecrow has spent too long under Morrslieb's glow. It was taken from the fields and now is a banner to frighten anything with wings.

The Brass Bull wields his rune-inscribed axes with savage pride, constantly clashing them together in the rare moments between his rampages.

Scourge is a lethal whip, thirsty for blood and wrapped in the bitter curses of many generations of Bray-Shamans.

Imbued with the quiddity of Ruin, Morghur's gnarled staff summons deadly Chaos Spawn to do his bidding on the battlefield.

The Axe of Men is so-called because it hacks through men as easily as other, lesser axes, hew timber.

This rusted mace drips with Nurgle's choicest plagues and bears an enchantment that ensnares the souls of those crushed beneath its filth-encrusted mass.

This blade was made from a single, searing flame that was hammered into material form and quenched in the body of a fire-djinn.

Sounding a gnarled horn, the caster summons a glowing amber spear and hurls it at the foe with uncanny accuracy.

Mangelder saps the strength of mind as well as body. It is a weapon rightly feared across the Old World.

This ancient suit of chainmail can counter the fanciful enchantments and magicks of enemy blades.

Trollhide confers some of the more gruesome abilities of its former occupant to the wearer!

This helm is covered with eyeballs that stare into the world as it was, as it is, and as it shall be. Those that can sift through the images are... changed.

This battered suit of ramshackle plate mail is covered with the soot from man's burned palaces and temples.

Made from the skull of a geomancer - when filled with soil, the chalice can summon a deluge of blood-soaked mud.

These cursed items are all manner of blasphemy, from skulls of dead priests to hallowed, torn branches of Loren.

When this ancient, fossilised horn is sounded a cloud of disarray falls upon the enemy but emboldens the Gors.

To have the strength of a raging Daemon is to slay in one swipe.

Asavar Kul, the Butcher of Praag, demanded his Champions sup boiled Daemon blood from the Chalice of Chaos, imbuing them with strength and vigour.

Regenerating flesh is a gift from the gods, allowing the affected to heal their wounds.

This pendant was crafted from the crystallised soul of the very first man to have been seduced by Slaanesh.

A sliver of strangely glowing stone that when cast to the ground will generate a tremendous gust of magical wind.

The Bray-Shaman sends his mind winging into the wilds to possess a Cygor, then summons it to the battlefield.

The bleached skull of the long-dead Great Bray-Shaman, Rarkos, is mounted upon the bearer's staff.

This spell calls to the creeping things of the undergrowth, sending a swarm of spiders, centipedes, and slug-beetles onto the foe.

A crude effigy and shamanic heirloom from one of the hag trees that grow deep in the forest.

A potent sacrificial tool that radiates the wrath of a thousand different offerings to the Dark Gods.

The skull of the late Daemonologist, Katam, continues to jibber in secrets that could drive the listener insane. It knows how to suck the Winds from the enemy.

Once a proud standard of one of mankind’s petty nations; it is now a wretched trophy blessed with all the Dark Gods’ malice and vainglory.

This standard - an ever-rotting corpse beset by carrion birds - is a gross mockery of a scarecrow.

A jagged spike with the corroded remains of armoured warriors impaled; this totem spreads an aura of entropy.

The Banner of Rage flutters and growls in the wind. This standard imbues those who walk under it with an anger that can only be sated with enemy deaths!

Woven from threads of pure magic, this standard is inscribed with runes that constantly writhe, while surrounded by coruscating fires of change.

Some warriors care not for their own personal safety, and so work themselves into a whirlwind of destruction and mindless violence!

This powerful heirloom was forged from the finest Bretonnian silverline. It catches the suns rays and magnifies them, dazzling Louen's enemies as he makes the death stroke.

When first she faced Chaos, Repanse broke open the reliquary of the village Grail Chapel and took up the ancient sword she found there.

Those struck by the Sea God’s trident are swept away by a crushing tide of furious wrath.

The Wizard conjures a boiling ball of magical flame and hurls it at a nearby foe.

There are beings and creatures that can mend bone and knit flesh at an incredible rate. A mighty boon, but one stunted by fire.

Eating a seed from this small Troll-skin leather pouch will imbue the consumer with regenerative abilities.

Said to be a braid cut from the hair of the Sea-God Manann, this sacred artefact has been held by Bordeleaux since the reign of the very first duke.

A symbol of ancient, holy significance, the magical lily only grows where the Lady appears, and is carried to war as sign of Her warriors' devotion.

Reaching to the highest heavens, the Wizard draws a wandering meteorite down upon the battlefield.

Upon this scroll is written the 'Amber Trance'; as the foes slowly turn to amber their morale is sapped away!

This blade whispers thoughts of murder and violence to any that grasp its hilt, and remains gleaming, no matter how much bloody work it has done.

This black-shafted hammer bears the horned rune of Hashut, Father of Darkness, and has been carried into battle for centuries by the champions of Zharr-Naggrund.

A badge of rank and high office, this iron staff-mace, which carries the runic names of every past master of the Black Fortress, is bound with baleful prayers to Hashut.

This fearsome tempered axe can split apart armour with great ease, rendering even the most well-forged plate useless.

One blow from this Darkforged axe-blade is equivalent to several from an ordinary, unenchanted blade.

This nasty spiked club smoulders with a dark power that seems to eat the light around it and devours its victims' body heat, leaving them nought but withered husks.

The sheer quality of this fine armour makes it able to withstand blows of any power, regardless of who is making them.

When you've had just the right cocktail of incendiary ingredients for lunch, nothing with an ounce of sense will stand in your way…

The icy hate of Drazhoath's malice is amplified a thousandfold within its black crystal depths, and unleashed on any who would dare spill his blood.

Created from the flayed, greying flesh of apprentice Sorcerers who failed Astragoth, the Mantle both preserves Ironhand's chosen and reminds them of the price of failure.

Allies are infected with his malice and imbued with an even greater capacity for savage cruelty, for those choice moments when only even greater evil and destruction will do.

Weapons imbued with arcane strength will fall quiet when near to this blacker-than-black periapt.

A double-edged sword, so to speak, for although this jewel protects its owner from attack, they cannot attack anyone while wearing it either.

The runic carvings on this enchanted shield appear to writhe and twist when observed closely, and hold the power to destroy any enemy magicks ranged against it.

Prickly gorse bursts from the ground around the caster's allies, protecting them from attack like a spiky, living shield.

Contained within this infamous iron vessel is a raging daemonic entity of phenomenal power, ready to be unleashed.

The power of Hashut manifests as a colossal, burning black hammer or bull's head. Needless to say, anyone in its path is going to be flattened and reduced to ash.

Within this ampoule is contained the "Blood of Hashut"; though highly unlikely to be true, it is nevertheless a powerful alchemical substance that ignites metal on contact.

As the Vampires rip apart their victims they feast on the blood that spills forth – gaining in strength and lost stamina.

Forged from meteoric iron and blighted gold, quenched in innocent blood and bound with slain, hell-bound souls, the Crucible is said to have been the handiwork of the ancient Chaos Dwarf Sorcerer Azgorh himself.

Filled with boiling blood and cinder ash, this gem-encrusted chalice contains a powerful curse which can be unleashed to destabilise the Winds of Magic across the battlefield.

This orb increases the Winds of Magic reserves available to the Sorcerer, enabling him to heal himself with power drawn from enemy magic-users.

This Dark Magic-imbued staff focuses the Sorcerer’s twisted mind, allowing them to act with supernatural haste.

Some warriors care not for their own personal safety, and so work themselves into a whirlwind of destruction and mindless violence!

The disdain the Chaos Dwarfs feel for their adversaries, weaponised so attacks against this mortal servant of Hashut can be further resisted.

They who stand behind this Chaos Dwarf symbol find their defensive capabilities improved and their will to fight on unshakeable, even in the face of likely defeat and destruction.

As more and more hapless opponents fall to Be'lakor's Daemonic blade, so its hunger increases and its bite becomes ever more savage.

Quench the soil in blood; every drop is but murderous motivation!

The mere presence of this staff causes all natural things to cry out in pain as it reshapes the world according to the Daemon's whim.

Present at every major battle since the dawn of time, this blade guarantees its owner great worldly renown as long as it consents to their will.

All the foe feels is a light tickling, as if touched by a feather. The reality is they've been brutally slashed to death, of course.

Conjured by a Bright Wizard or Chaos Sorcerer, a column of churning fire erupts from the battlefield, causing much destruction!

The exquisite kiss of the Dark Prince's three-tailed whip strikes the enemy with a delicious fury.

This flail's heads are the shrunken skulls of plague victims, its chain crafted from knotted and desiccated entrails. Pestilence hangs heavy about it still, ever seeking to escape.

The enemy is gifted the Plague Lord's nightmarish necrosis, causing their skin to blacken and their internal organs to mulch.

This sword is coated with a paralysing venom, a dose of which renders the victim utterly immobile.

There are beings and creatures that can mend bone and knit flesh at an incredible rate. A mighty boon, but one stunted by fire.

The cohesion of the foe's attack is broken, greatly reducing its impact.

This implement of enslavement enables the bearer to heal themselves, once only, through the blood stained upon its iron.

This potent talisman consists of a filigree of witch-hair cradling the fossilised eye of a Lord of Change; its bearer develops a sixth-sense that warns him of threats from afar.

A fragment of Khorne's blood-soaked realm, this dark, red-veined rock bulges and pulses with Daemon blood until Bloodletters burst forth to do his vicious bidding.

Fire, Death and Shadow; all parts of a balanced, nutritious breakfast. Mmmm…

Inked upon these pages are the fundamental secrets of the Winds of Chaos. Alas, the grimoire is a fickle and mischievous Daemon, little given to co-operation.

The mad mage M'kar's plans to lure Daemons to his service eventually went awry. Though the glyph has been seen many times since, its creator seems to have vanished…

So long as a single stone remains, the ageless Inevitable City shall always rebuild itself.

This filthy, pulsating blister rapidly grows before suddenly bursting, showering the enemy with its disgusting fluid and all the maladies contained within.

The strongest, most captivating scent distracts the foe from the bloody business at hand, slowing them and weakening their attack.

"Buzzapp! That's right – just like lightning! At my behest!"

"The mind is quicker than the eye. Your thoughts... are mine now."

This colourless crystal splits and intensifies light that falls upon it, twisting it into dazzling and unsettling hues that further empower the spellcaster in combat.

When the pendulum swings, the foe's spellcasters find themselves powerless and magically impotent.

A big stick is a useful implement, especially when it can command the obedience of the enemy as well as your own troops.

Krysothos is gone now, bound to a feathered grimoire, but his bones linger still and steal magic whenever they can – magic that their wielder can harness to his own ends.

So saturated is this banner with the power of change that it distorts the world around it, turning man and beast to revolting, degenerative spawn.

This standard fills Slaaneshi Daemons with such euphoria that they care not whether the battle is won or lost provided there are still bodies to caress.

This standard is woven from the wrath of the Chaos Gods, and can unleash their fiery fury directly at the enemies of Ruin.

Rays of dark light shimmer about this standard, scouring scenes from a thousand-thousand Ruinous victories upon the flesh of its bearer's opponents.

All who look upon this unholy standard see their innermost fears reflected upon its ragged cloth, which greatly affects their will to persevere.

This standard's focused runes of warding deny enemy Wizards access to the Winds of Magic and the spells that cause Daemons most harm.

The war will never end, yet its warriors shall ever fight as if they have just stepped onto the battlefield, fresh and primed to kill.

This enchanted mark enables the spellcaster to spread Nurgle's foul pestilence more easily, and has a progressively stronger effect on those caught within its aura.

This symbol of enchantment enables swifter harnessing of the Winds of Magic following the casting of a spell.

A Daemonic Siren is imprisoned in this banner, its seductive song dulling the senses of the foes that hear it.

This banner constantly flickers in and out of existence, creating a tear in reality through which the power of the Dark Gods flows ever more strongly.

The Deathsword glistens with murder and the Cursed Blade moves with a life of its own.

Forged by the Witch King, the blade’s merest touch can unmake enchantments and wither minds.

The paired weapons of Morathi make the Hag Sorceress extremely deadly in combat.

"The Time of Blood is at hand!"

Pain nourishes courage in the hearts of the wild and fear in the hearts of the weak.

From the scattered shards of Har Kaldra was the Chillblade forged. Its touch can freeze body and the soul within.

The Hydra Blade was carved from a single fang of Akholrak, first and greatest of the War Hydras broken by Malekith.

Woven from the hair of Witch Elves and studded with Harpy fangs; a victim caught in the Web will be ripped apart.

This jet-black armour has been worked into the most cruelly delicate forms by the hand of a master far superior to any mortal artificer.

Bow down before the true Lord of the Sea.

There are beings and creatures that can mend bone and knit flesh at an incredible rate. A mighty boon, but one stunted by fire.

As the Vampires rip apart their victims they feast on the blood that spills forth – gaining in strength and lost stamina.

Shaped into the leering face of an Ice Daemon, this shield is imbued with the north wind, robbing attacks of their force.

There are beings and creatures that can mend bone and knit flesh at an incredible rate. A mighty boon, but one stunted by fire.

This amulet wreathes its wearer in a mystical flame that burns magic instead of flesh.

Time runs slower around the wearer, almost as if it acknowledges the idol's immense power.

This pearl of blackest jet soaks up dread, fear and self-doubt, leaving its wearer stronger within.

It was Hotek who forged the Witch King’s armour. His ring - a trinket of obsidian and black diamond - is just as powerful.

This shield has a reflection so dark that it absorbs hostile magic and reflects it back at the foe.

In Naggaroth, Black Dragon eggs are often consumed so that their devourers might take a portion of Dragon-strength.

The spellcaster opens a vortex leading into the Pit. Anything caught within it will be lost forever.

Wrought in black iron with an oval ruby at its centre, the Guiding Eye grants mystical sight to its wearer.

As the caster utters a forbidden name, her enemies are wracked with waves of misery.

The Circlet of Iron, said to be older than the Elven race, is a potent source of arcane power.

The sky opens and a bolt of burning, pure Chaos black lightning hurtles towards the foe.

The caster draws on unstable power from the Realm of Chaos to charge their spells.

Reading the dark scrawl etched upon the scroll will summon Arnzipal's Black Horror.

Woven into the fabric of this cloak is the essence of a star stolen from the night sky of Nagarythe.

The words upon this scroll, when read aloud, allow an ally to move at such a speed as to be unseen.

The sky opens and a bolt of burning, pure Chaos black lightning hurtles towards the foe.