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Bargir Guard x2

Hello, friends! Today’s release introduces a new unit for Rakta-Sutra Artificers - Bargir Guard. Soldiers taken from childhood, stripped of memory and fear, and forged into calm guardians. Their golden steel armour and unyielding discipline make them march through fire and ruin without hesitation, embodying duty as their only identity.

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u/Wargames_Crew — 9 hours ago

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Crown Marshal

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Today’s release brings a new commander from the Infernal Crusader Houses - a figure forged by centuries of war, whose body carries the scars and trophies of countless victories. He is not just a warrior, but the living embodiment of conquest, ruling both battlefield and court with absolute authority.

Crown Marshal

The Crown Marshals stand among the highest nobility of the Infernal Crusader Houses. Each is the patriarch of an ancient crusader bloodline that vanished from the mortal world after the Act of Ultimate Heresy and endured centuries of unending war within the realms of Hell. The domains they govern are not inherited through birth alone but continually defended through conquest, political rivalry, and martial supremacy. Every knight, squire, servant, mercenary, and soul sworn to a noble house exists to uphold its honor and expand its dominion, making the Marshal not only a battlefield commander but the absolute ruler of an infernal feudal court.

Hell has reshaped these ancient commanders into beings that embody warfare itself. A Crown Marshal grows stronger with every worthy enemy he defeats, for victory leaves behind more than memory. The bodies of fallen champions, their armor, weapons, and even fragments of their souls are gradually absorbed into the Marshal's own form, becoming inseparable from his flesh. Broken blades emerge from beneath blackened plate like new bones, shields disappear beneath layers of living armor, and firearms once wielded by legendary warriors fuse into monstrous limbs capable of unleashing devastating volleys. Every scar upon his body marks a conquered enemy, every weapon is a trophy that has become part of its new master, and every campaign literally reshapes the creature into a greater engine of war.

The grotesque wings that rise from a Crown Marshal's back are among the oldest curses carried by the Infernal Crusader Houses. They are not wings at all, but the remains of the destrier that bore its master during the final crusade. When the knights were condemned, their steeds shared the same damnation, bound forever to those they had served in life. Over centuries, horse and rider fused into a single infernal organism. The beast's elongated necks emerge from the Marshal's shoulders, their skeletal jaws forever open in silent screams, while ragged pinions of black feathers, torn hide, and broken barding spread behind him like the heraldic crest of a forgotten kingdom. Though they cannot truly fly, these living remnants constantly writhe and howl whenever blood is spilled, as though the warhorse still hungers to charge once more across the fields of the living.

Despite their monstrous appearance, Crown Marshals remain consummate generals rather than berserk horrors. They have spent centuries refining the art of conquest against rivals no mortal empire could survive. They study every battlefield, preserve military treatises older than kingdoms, and remember campaigns fought before entire nations existed. Infernal Houses rise and fall through their victories, and rival Marshals wage endless contests for prestige, territory, and the favor of their infernal overlords. To face one in battle is to confront not merely a demon, but the accumulated experience of a commander who has practiced war without interruption for hundreds of years.

Among the soldiers of the living, an old saying is repeated whenever black banners appear on the horizon: "You do not fight a Crown Marshal. You become another piece of his armor."

u/Wargames_Crew — 9 days ago

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Pontifical Ash-Inquisitor

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Today marks the first new release of the month - both in terms of concept and with the arrival of a new faction: Inquisition of Sacred Flame. We’ll be glad to hear your feedback in the comments

Pontifical Ash-Inquisitor

The older servants tell stories about the Inquisitor's victories. The Inquisitor himself never does. In eleven years, I have never heard him boast, never heard him recount a glorious battle, and never heard him speak proudly of a sentence he delivered. The only time he speaks of the past is when discussing mistakes. He studies failures the way generals study victories. Sometimes I think that is why the Holy Father chose him.

Most commanders lead from maps. The Inquisitor leads from records. Entire wagons follow our column carrying journals, witness statements, confession transcripts, relic inventories, and reports gathered over decades. He spends more time reading than sleeping. More than once I have awakened in the middle of the night to find his lantern still burning while he compared accounts written centuries apart, searching for details that everyone else overlooked. Entire campaigns have begun because he noticed a single repeated phrase buried in forgotten testimony.

The common people imagine that an Inquisitor arrives to pass judgment. In truth, judgment is often the last thing he seeks. His first task is understanding. Whenever we enter a settlement, he speaks with priests, gravediggers, midwives, physicians, shepherds, and children before he speaks with nobles. He claims that corruption leaves traces long before it reveals itself openly. Strange habits. Missing hours. Shared dreams. Unexplained fears. Small details that seem meaningless until viewed together.

I once watched him spend three days investigating a village where people reported hearing bells at night. Mercenaries expected a cult. The local priest expected a haunting. The villagers expected executions. Instead, the Inquisitor spent his time measuring foundations, examining wells, and reading burial records. On the fourth day he ordered a forgotten crypt opened beneath the chapel. What emerged from it justified every hour he had spent searching. Since then, I have learned not to mistake patience for uncertainty.

For all his authority, he carries himself more like a scholar than a prince. His robes are stained with dust from archives and dirt from excavation sites. The cuffs are often darkened by candle soot and ink. More than once I have seen him kneeling in trench mud beside laborers and grave diggers, examining some fragment that others would dismiss as worthless. He possesses the authority to command armies, yet he routinely spends hours listening to frightened peasants describe events nobody else believes.

This habit unsettles many of the mercenaries who accompany us. They expect zeal. They expect fury. They expect a man eager to condemn. What they find instead is someone willing to spend weeks proving a suspicion before acting. Yet when he finally reaches a conclusion, hesitation disappears entirely. Orders become absolute. Preparations begin immediately. No argument changes his course once his mind is made.

The strangest thing about him is that he never appears surprised. Whether confronted by impossible relics, unnatural creatures, or horrors that leave hardened soldiers speechless, his expression changes very little. Years ago I asked one of the senior attendants how this was possible. The old man simply laughed and told me that surprise is a luxury reserved for people who still believe the world makes sense.

His armor bears no ornament without purpose. The screaming faces cast into his pauldrons are death masks taken from infamous heretics, false prophets, and cult leaders whose executions reshaped entire regions. Some howl in defiance, their mouths forever frozen in blasphemy. Others weep streams of blackened ash, their expressions twisted by the terror of finally understanding the truth they denied. A few remain strangely calm, and those are the faces the older priests refuse to look at for very long.

The shield is even more disturbing. It is not simply a wall of steel but a great lead reliquary, its surface covered with the cast faces of the condemned arranged like prisoners behind iron bars. Each mask marks a sealed chamber hidden within the shield, where the ashes of its owner are imprisoned. The Inquisitor carries them wherever he walks, for the Order believes that the greatest heretics can never be allowed to rest beneath ordinary soil. Their sins are too deep, their corruption too persistent.

Among the attendants, it is said that the faces are not merely memorials. On silent nights, when the lanterns burn low and the smell of kerosene hangs motionless in the air, their expressions seem to change. Some whisper prayers. Others curse. A few scream without making a sound. The veterans advise newcomers never to stare at the shield for too long, especially after a day of executions.

The Inquisitor has never acknowledged these stories. Whenever asked about the faces, he simply rests one gauntleted hand upon the shield and repeats the same words:

Perhaps that is why the Inquisitor seems so weary. Not because of age. Not because of war. But because he has spent years staring directly at truths most people never encounter. He has seen too many things hidden beneath the surface of ordinary life. Too many secrets buried by fear, ignorance, or convenience. Every investigation removes another comforting lie from the world.

Tomorrow we ride toward another settlement marked on our maps with red ink. I know little about the case except that the reports have occupied the Inquisitor's attention for nearly six months. That alone is enough to worry me. Whenever he studies something for that long, we rarely like what we eventually find.

u/Wargames_Crew — 14 days ago

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Big August Preview

REBOOT

Hello everyone! This is going to be a lot of text, and we'd be very grateful if you read it all the way to the end!

This isn't a regular post, this isn't a regular roadmap. Today we're announcing a REBOOT of our creative process. What does that mean?

We've updated our approach to concept art. More fresh ideas, better quality work, originality, and even more attention to detail.

We're introducing two new factions, incredibly different, yet complementary in their opposition.

Inquisition of Sacred Flame - special forces fighting heresy at the molecular level!

Infernal Crusader Houses - they've been walking toward the light of God for so long that they've entered the deepest darkness and fallen to the very bottom. They still bear crosses, but now they symbolize corruption, not purity!

We've also finally found the right style and presentation for our Rakta-Sutra Artificers. We hope to further reveal the full depth of Indian culture in these miniatures, mixed with the dirt and gunpowder of the trenches.

More releases will be coming, bringing you more models for new factions, meaning you'll be able to get your hands on all the important models faster. You'll now receive two releases each for Inquisitors and Daemons, and one release each for Alchemists, ON, and debts for old factions.

Announcement for next month:

All subscribers will receive an updated Welcome Pack. It now includes one model for each faction. In the future, we'll be expanding it and adding new models, so every newcomer will have the opportunity to appreciate the full merits of each of our factions firsthand.

2. Re-release coming in August – our Tribes subscribers will get access to a limited number of older sets, increasing the total value of your subscription to over $170!

In August, you'll receive long-awaited rewards for 9 and 12 months of Loyalty. Details will be available later.
And for those still wondering whether to maintain their subscription or become a new member of our Tribes, here's a list of releases and a sneak peak of concept art for August!

- Pontifical Ash-Inquisitor – Detective, Judge, and Executor. All secrets will be revealed!

- Bargir Guard - elite guards who protect the calm alchemists while they are busy with their scientific experiments..

- Crown Marshal - A monstrous commander, whose body is forged from the trophies of countless victories, armor, technology, and flesh.

- Infernal Sergeants - Disfigured, twisted, sin-wracked creatures, once men, the backbone of God's army. Now they are a living mass of muscle, shivo, horns, and suffering, bringing pain and death to all around!

- Gilded Indebted - Figures bound by debts that even death cannot erase.

- Frida, Iron-Seeking Communicator - A lone pilgrim, marked by leprosy, bearing heavy weapons to break iron where faith fails.

- Flamebound Alice - Her fire cannot be extinguished by the wind, nor even death itself! She will rush down the road with a howl, leaving only flames in her wake. Pilots say that whoever sees her will not return home.

- Purgation Troopers are warriors who fearlessly enter close combat, fighting heretics face to face, burning sinners with their fire!

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u/Wargames_Crew — 21 days ago

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Chained Supplicants

Chained Supplicants & Chained Supplicants with Final Reliquary

Today’s release brings two sets: the Chained Supplicants, driven forward by desperation and bound in iron, and those burdened with the Final Reliquary, carrying fire and ending upon their backs

u/Wargames_Crew — 26 days ago

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Devika The Resolute Flame Alchemist

This month we also introduce Devika, known as The Resolute Flame. Unlike Mahadev’s calm precision, she works with speed and intent - shaping elements instantly, cutting through hesitation.

As many people have asked, we've made several weapon options for her mechanical arm!

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u/Wargames_Crew — 1 month ago

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Funeral-Bound Serfs x5

The Funeral-Bound Serfs arrive as a set of five. Twisted and broken, they march not by choice but because they no longer know how to resist. On the battlefield they are used as waves of expendable flesh, reminders that the funeral march feeds itself…

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u/Wargames_Crew — 1 month ago

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Marginalias #2

We begin the month with something small and strange — the Marginalias. 16 curious little figures, each different, each carrying fragments of forgotten stories. Not demons, not saints, not children… just odd companions that wander where memory fades.

u/Wargames_Crew — 2 months ago

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Gilded Linebreakers x5

Disciplined, methodical, and armed for precision, they fight not for glory but for claim.Every step is measured, every strike accounted for - war turned into contract and calculation.

This is the final release of the month. We’ll see you again soon with new models in the coming month!

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u/Wargames_Crew — 2 months ago

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Denied Rest Pilgrims x5

The Denied Rest Pilgrims rise once more. Their wounds remain, their steps are heavy, but their vow is unbroken. They fight not to live, but because rest was taken away

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u/Wargames_Crew — 2 months ago

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Many-Armed Sage

I made the acquaintance of Mahadev, called the Many-Armed Sage, within a courtyard that smelled faintly of ash and sandalwood. He is a tall, gaunt elder, his frame wrapped in layered cloth and crowned with an enormous turban that seems almost architectural in its construction. His face remains hidden behind a smooth mask, devoid of expression, yet his presence is anything but cold. From behind his back extend several delicate mechanical limbs, folded neatly like the limbs of a resting insect—until they move, at which point their precision becomes unsettlingly graceful.

Mahadev belongs to the Rakta-Sutra Artificers, a caste that treats transformation not as study, but as creation. In his presence, elements do not behave as they should. Flame coils instead of rising, metal softens without heat, and liquids gather as if listening. I observed him idly shaping a small construct while speaking to me, as one might absentmindedly carve wood. When I remarked upon it, he chuckled softly and said, “If it screams, then I have overworked the mixture.”

Despite his gentle tone, his work is anything but benign. The Artificers are granted rare freedom, and in return they offer their creations to the engines of war. Among these are great leonine constructs—beasts of terrible elegance—that I am told can tear through ranks as easily as silk. Mahadev himself walks the front lines when required, carrying with him vials and devices whose effects I hesitate to describe in full. I have seen armor collapse into sludge and heard the silence that follows when entire positions simply… cease.

Yet there is a curious warmth to him. He speaks in measured phrases, often laced with dry humor, as though he finds quiet amusement in both his craft and those who fail to understand it. At one point, as one of his mechanical arms adjusted the folds of his robe, he remarked, “Age weakens the body. It is only polite to replace what becomes unreliable.” I could not tell whether it was a jest or a warning.

I record this with some uncertainty: Mahadev is not driven by cruelty, nor by zeal, but by a kind of serene conviction. To him, the reshaping of the world is neither sin nor virtue—it is simply work, to be done well. And in this war, such men are perhaps the most dangerous of all.

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u/Wargames_Crew — 2 months ago

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Funeral Hell Pigs x3

With a savage roar, squeal, stomp, grind, and stench, the Hell Pigs burst into summer! They bring with them rot and suffering! Run, for you cannot hide from them! Even demons cannot tame them, only direct their unnatural fury at the enemy!

ROOOAR!!!!

u/Wargames_Crew — 3 months ago

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Recap May

Hello everyone! This month has been filled with powerful and atmospheric releases. The ranks of our armies have grown, and new figures are ready to march into the trenches.

Including:

1. Medic of Last Attendant – a healer who brings salvation even in the darkest hours.
2. Suffocation Assessor Witch – she weighs every breath, every sin, and every soul.
3. Only Nuns. Ember in Step Abyssinian Colonial Phalanx. Regulars Model of the month – the flame of faith burns steadily in the abyss.
4. Blacktear Mourning Knights x5 – five warriors clad in grief, their armour soaked in sorrow.
5. The Hunger Pack – a feral band driven by endless appetite, unleashed upon the battlefield.
6. Chewa Lieutenant in Heavy Lionheart Armor – a steadfast commander, his armour shining with divine resolve.
7. Madame Mamluk (Desert Sentinel #3) – a guardian of the sands, watching with unyielding vigilance.
8. Minaret Birds (Harpies) – the final release of this month, arriving tomorrow! Their wings will darken the skies above the trenches.

Next month, we'll have:

- Holy Chewa Warrior
- Aurik Infantry
- Chewa Priest in Heavy Lionheart Armor
- Even More Pilgrims - now alternately alive
- Grail Hounds!! Oink-Oink!
- A mystical and enigmatic, many-armed mage! Or maybe he's not a mage, but a scholar? Who knows these people from distant lands?!
- The latest issue of Only Nuns magazine.
- Bonus - an alternate medic.

Changes are coming! And they will definitely bring us new ideas, a new vision, more style, more Trenches!!! Stay with us, expand our tribe! Be a part of our history! Create it with us! See you in a couple of days! You're the best!

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u/Wargames_Crew — 3 months ago

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Only Nuns Ember in Step Abyssinian Colonial Phalanx Regulars Model of the month

Every month, the post sacks arrive heavier.

Some letters smell of incense. Others of tobacco, seawater, cheap perfume, trench mud, or dried blood. Some are folded with care, sealed with ribbon and wax. Others arrive stained, crumpled, torn open and stitched back together. We read all of them.

Some of you write to tell us which model kept you awake at night. Some write to accuse us of sacrilege, vanity, indecency, or corruption. Some of you simply want to confess what happened to your pulse when you turned the page.

We welcome all of it.

Praise, outrage, longing, disgust, devotion — every reaction means someone, somewhere, was looking closely.

Below are some of our favorite letters from this month.

Letter 1

From: Sister Agnes, Field Hospital of Saint Job

I wasn’t supposed to read your magazine. I knew that before I even opened it. But one of the younger sisters left an issue beneath a cot, and late that night, when everyone else was asleep, I saw Bleeding Grace.

I looked at her hands longer than I should have. The bandages. The way the cloth rested over her shoulders. The way she spoke about carrying the body forward, even when it was already beginning to disappear.

We have many like that in the hospital now — slow-moving, coughing, smelling of incense and rot. After your issue, I started looking at them differently. Not only as sufferers, but as people who still have something beautiful left inside them.

Thank you for that.

With prayers for your next issue,

— Sister Agnes

Letter 2

From: Seaman Ethan V., Coastal Artillery

I saw Velvet Undertow once. Or I think I did. There were only five of us left, the water was already above our knees, and the man beside me had stopped speaking and was just staring into the dark.

When I saw her in your magazine, my mouth went dry all over again.

You don’t understand how perfectly you captured her. The cigarette. The wet hair. The feeling that she already knows what you sound like when you start to panic.

I hate her. And if she appears again, I’ll read every word.

I hope none of you ever find yourselves standing at the edge of the water at night.

— Ethan

Letter 3

From: Senior Drummer Tekle Maru, Colonial Corps

I bought the issue with Ember in Step in a town that smelled of dust and machine oil. I don’t usually read magazines like this. But the way she walked reminded me of home.

We had women like that too — women who knew how to move slowly even when everyone else was in a hurry. Women who didn’t shout, wave their hands, or ask for attention, and still no one could stop looking at them.

The way you wrote about her spear, the drums, the copper charms — it was beautiful. And true.

May your next issue have even more women who know how to move slowly.

— Tekle Maru

Letter 4

From: Corporal Julian Richter, Engineering Corps

Your magazine makes its way around our company on a regular basis. Some read the interviews, some only look at the pictures, and some argue over which model is the most dangerous.

Personally, I don’t understand the fuss around the Daughters of the Veil. Yes, they’re beautiful. Yes, they’re unsettling. But honestly, I couldn’t tell where the woman ended and the performance began.

That said, I have to admit: after the interview, I slept badly. I kept feeling like someone was standing outside my tent.

So maybe you got it exactly right.

Good luck with future issues.

— Corporal Richter

Letter 5

From: Clerk Émile Devereaux, Funeral Service

I bought your magazine out of curiosity. Iron Whisper was on the cover, and I wanted to see how you could make a woman beautiful when she barely speaks.

I have to admit: you managed it.

But I think you romanticize the front too much. War smells worse. People look worse. And if most of your models showed up in my sector, they’d be covered in mud up to their knees within a day.

Then again, maybe that’s exactly why people buy your magazine.

I hope you don’t forget what the real front looks like.

— Émile Devereaux

Letter 6

From: Father Bernard, Church of Saint Repentance

I demand that publication of this magazine cease immediately.

You call this art, but it is lust wrapped in prayer. You show lepers, cultists, killers, and witches as though they deserve admiration. You teach young soldiers to look at suffering as if it were beautiful.

Your issue with Velvet Undertow was especially disgusting. That woman does not belong on the cover of a magazine. She belongs hanging from the shore so others learn to fear the sea.

I pray for the souls of everyone involved in this publication.

May God have mercy on you.

— Father Bernard

Letter 7

From: Madame Héloïse Vernier, Owner of a Tea Salon

My husband used to read only newspapers. Now he hides your issues beneath the bed and pretends I don’t notice.

I found the Bleeding Grace issue open to her interview. He was sitting there looking at it the way he hasn’t looked at me in years.

If your goal is to destroy marriages, then congratulations — you’re doing an excellent job.

Though I must admit, Ember in Step does have beautiful shoulders.

I hope your next issue is at least a little less dangerous to family life.

— Héloïse Vernier

Letter 8

From: Junior Recovery Agent Sabine Voss, Auric Collectors

I bought your issue with the Daughters of the Veil during a recovery assignment in the eastern districts. Strictly speaking, it was a poor financial decision. I was supposed to be auditing collateral, not sitting in a carriage rereading an interview three times because I couldn’t tell whether I understood it.

I still can’t.

That’s what unsettled me.

Most people are simple once you know what they owe. You can see it in the way they stand, the way they sign, the way they panic. But the Daughters of the Veil felt like a debt without numbers. Three women, one shadow, and somehow less human every time I looked back at the page.

I’m not ashamed to admit I kept the issue on my desk longer than I should have. More than once I caught myself glancing at the cover after dark.

I’m still not sure if I was looking at them.

Or if they were looking back.

May your accounts remain balanced,

— Sabine Voss

Letter 9

From: Lieutenant Marta König, Saint Sebastian Artillery Battery

I rarely read your interviews. Usually I’m only interested in articles about tactics, weapons, and uniforms. But in your last issue, I opened “She Doesn’t Speak — She Resonates” about Glass Pulse and couldn’t put the magazine down.

There are people you can feel before you see them. I’ve known officers like that. Artillerymen like that. People with voices that are too quiet and eyes that are too precise. You captured that feeling perfectly in the article.

What stayed with me most was the line: “Every Bone in Her Body Knows What Comes Next.” That’s exactly what a good battery feels like before it fires — as if everyone already knows what is about to happen, but no one has said it yet.

I hope there will be more women in your magazine who are frightening not because of their bodies, but because of how much they know.

— Lieutenant König

Letter 10

From: Brother Matthias, Order of Saint Burial

I do not understand how you can publish articles like “Too Beautiful for the Trenches” or “War, But Make It Elegant.”

There is nothing elegant about the front. There is nothing beautiful there. There is only mud, rot, lice, and death. I spent three years pulling bodies out of shell craters, and I can assure you: no one looks like your models.

Worse still, you make people forget what war truly is. They read things like “The Most Elegant Kill on the Battlefield” and start believing death can be beautiful.

It is not beautiful. It is heavy, cold, and smells worse than you can imagine.

Though… I have to admit, “The Last Beautiful Thing in No Man’s Land” was very well written.

May God forgive me for reading it all the way through.

— Brother Matthias

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u/Wargames_Crew — 3 months ago

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Suffocation Assessor Witch

Hello everyone! The second release of the month brings suffocation and choking fumes! The air becomes thick and corrosive! You want to claw it from your throat with your bare hands, but it slips through your fingers, poisoning you from within! Through the cloud of toxic gas, you see flashes of gold and royal purple! It is Her! She is already here! She has come to claim what is hers! You owe her a sum so immense that you will never repay it — not even your soul could cover all your debts!

Pay your debts… though it will not save you!

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u/Wargames_Crew — 3 months ago

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Hello everyone! This month's first release is designed to heal wounds, overcome ailments, and relieve us of suffering! The Doctor for our suffering pilgrims is already here, and she is ready to Heal You!!!

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u/Wargames_Crew — 4 months ago

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Hello everyone! This month has been filled with wonderful releases. We've dramatically strengthened the ranks of the Auric Collectors, as well as bolstered the ranks of other troops.

Including:

Lord of the Heavy Metal March - They say heavy metal was born in hell itself! Is that true?
Voices of the Ledger x3, which will balance your hearing and your soul!
Funeral Fly Heralds x2 - equally vile, scoli, and terrifying! Beware the buzzing above the trenches!
Abissinian Heavy Machine Lionheart #3 - a new knight is ready to bring light and the word of God to the trenches!
Only Nuns Iron Whisper Cossack Resonant Models of the month - the resonance of the cosmos can bring pleasure if you are on the same frequency!
Pilgrim Still Marching command x3 - burn heresy! Sanctify the battlefield! Sound the trenches with the ringing of bells!
The Gilded Consecrated #3, The Gilded Consecrated #4 , The Gilded Consecrated in Corrupted Armour - ccounting, accounting, balance sheet entry, accounting again, accounting, calculation, budget, annual report, debt calculation, issue fines, penalties, collect collection fees from debtors!
Trench Cossacks Weapon set - the long-awaited weapon for the Trench Cossacks!

Next month, we'll have:

The explosion of golden gas mines falling from the sky!
Even such desperate fanatics sometimes need medicine!
The holiness and purity of Abyssinian warriors in the new issue of Only Nuns.
The long-awaited Priest Cheva in mechanical armor!
Fly-pig knights :)
Hounds of the seas. Or are they fish? Heretics drive waves of monsters onto the shores of believers!

We'll be happy to see you in just a few days in the new month, with new models!

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