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Mamluk Desert Sentinel walks beside her mount, never upon it. Among the scattered desert brotherhoods, a trained war-bea...
18/05/2026

Mamluk Desert Sentinel walks beside her mount, never upon it. Among the scattered desert brotherhoods, a trained war-beast is valued more highly than armor, gold, or even bloodline, for the dunes devour the careless without mercy. The rider crossed too many dead horizons to waste such a creature in battle. Her beast carries water, ammunition, relics, and the wounded — while she alone steps into gunfire and ash.

Born among the dying shrine-settlements swallowed by the wars against Hell, she learned early that survival belonged not to the strongest, but to those willing to endure longer than the wasteland itself. She became a scout, caravan es**rt, raider, and hunter of demons, wandering from one desperate front to another. Fortress militias, pilgrims, mercenary companies, and exhausted armies have all hired her at one time or another, for few know cursed deserts, ruined trade roads, and forgotten oasis routes better than she does.

Her armor is a patchwork of old dynasties and battlefield salvage: heat-scarred plates, faded cloth, leather wrappings, and charms cut from shattered scripture cases. Sand constantly clings to her veil and rifle alike. She rarely speaks around employers and never removes the cloth covering her face in foreign camps. Those who fight beside her remember instead the silence — the way she studies dunes, ruins, and wind as if reading signs invisible to everyone else.

When battle comes, she leaves the beast hidden far from the fighting and advances on foot through heat haze and drifting dust. She prefers patience over heroics: long ambushes, hidden firing positions, sudden knife-work inside smoke-filled trenches. Demons and raiders alike often realize too late that they have already wandered into her chosen ground. By the time gunfire answers back, she is already gone, returning through the wasteland with survivors, relics, or proof that another nightmare has been buried beneath the sands.

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She was born beneath dry hills and copper skies, where every child learns to walk in rhythm long before they learn to ma...
17/05/2026

She was born beneath dry hills and copper skies, where every child learns to walk in rhythm long before they learn to march. Before the war, Ember in Step danced in temple courtyards with bronze bells around her ankles and smoke in her hair. Now the bells are gone, replaced by leather straps and old blood, but the rhythm remains. It lives in her shoulders, in her hips, in the smooth way she turns a spear in her hands as though it were something delicate.

She does not carry a rifle. She says rifles are too impatient. Ember prefers the closeness of a spear — the feeling of both hands wrapped around the shaft, the long reach, the moment before impact when she can still feel the heat of another body. Her weapon is dark wood tipped with polished steel, decorated with braided cords, prayer cloth, and tiny copper charms that click softly every time she moves.

In battle, she advances with the same measured grace she once carried into dance. One hand holds the spear low against her thigh, the other keeps the folds of her cloak from dragging through the mud. Behind her comes the beat of drums and the sway of banners, but she never rushes. She walks like someone who knows the battlefield will make room for her eventually.

“Rifles kill from a distance. I prefer to feel the moment they stop breathing.”

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The Blacktear Mourning Knights form the shattered backbone of the funeral march, once-honored warriors now reduced to li...
14/05/2026

The Blacktear Mourning Knights form the shattered backbone of the funeral march, once-honored warriors now reduced to living vessels of grief and corruption. Their armor hangs unevenly from swollen bodies, plates bolted together from scavenged remnants and darkened by rust and constant weeping. Beneath cracked helms stare eyes that never dry, leaking cold black blood as an unending confession of loss. Their flesh bears unmistakable swine-like traits — thickened jaws, split snouts, coarse bristles forcing through diseased skin — the residue of gluttonous blessings that turned rancid when their promised paradise was torn away.

These knights were shaped by a power that offered transcendence through decay and dominion through pestilence. When that power was destroyed, they were left behind, neither redeemed nor released. The revelation forced upon their minds did not fade; it hollowed them, leaving memory without meaning. Cast out and denied purpose, they eventually bent the knee to the Antipope not in hope of salvation, but because obedience was the last structure left to shattered souls. Service became routine, and routine became survival.

On the battlefield, the Blacktear Mourning Knights fight with grim discipline twisted by despair. They advance in measured lines, shields locked, blades rising and falling with ritual precision, as though reenacting wars that ended long ago. Pain is neither feared nor sought — it is simply endured. Many adorn themselves with crude jewelry fashioned from corroded weapons, broken armor fragments, and relic shards taken from their fallen lord, believing the lingering corruption within these objects preserves memory. Their low chants drift across the trenches like funeral smoke, promising nothing but shared annihilation.

Their role in the war is to embody inevitability. They are unleashed where resistance must be broken not by speed or brilliance, but by the slow erosion of will. To face the Blacktear Mourning Knights is to confront warriors who have already lost everything worth defending. They do not fight for victory, glory, or faith — they fight because the march has not ended, and until it does, neither can they.

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Hello everyone! The second release of the month brings suffocation and choking fumes! The air becomes thick and corrosiv...
12/05/2026

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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The Chewa Lieutenant in Heavy Lionheart Armor is the heaviest expression of authority within the Abyssinian Colonial Pha...
10/05/2026

The Chewa Lieutenant in Heavy Lionheart Armor is the heaviest expression of authority within the Abyssinian Colonial Phalanx. Where the Heavy Machine Lionhearts are already towering engines of war, the Lieutenant’s armor rises even larger — broader in the shoulders, thicker in the plating, and burdened with additional command systems, reinforced power units, and ceremonial ironwork. To wear such a frame is not merely to lead from the front, but to become the visible center of the battlefield itself.

His armor is covered in the signs of rank and inheritance. A heavy blue cloak hangs from his shoulders and trails behind the armored frame like a royal banner, its fabric embroidered with scripture, regimental honors, and family symbols. Long ceremonial cloths fall from his waist and back, and every iron plate is etched with the victories of his bloodline and regiment. Signal lamps burn behind protective grilles, vox relays and speaking tubes run through the frame, and heavy banners are often mounted directly to the armor so that the soldiers of the Phalanx can still see their commander through smoke, dust, and artillery fire. He carries weapons built not simply for war, but for command: a massive pistol, a heavy rifle, or a broad ancestral blade designed as much to be seen as to kill.

Where the Heavy Machine Lionhearts break the enemy line, the Chewa-Lieutenant in Heavy Lionheart Armor decides where that line will fall. He advances at the center of the formation, absorbing fire that would destroy lesser troops, issuing orders through thunder and chaos, and standing motionless where the battle is fiercest. Around him, soldiers reform broken ranks, wounded men rise again, and standard bearers refuse to lower their banners. His presence turns fear into obedience and exhaustion into duty.

Among the Abyssinian Colonial Phalanx, it is said that the armor of a Chewa-Lieutenant is so heavy because it carries more than iron. It carries the burden of expectation, the weight of every soldier watching, and the gaze of every ancestor who demands that the Empire never be seen to falter.

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The hounds of the Gluttons of the Abyss were never beasts born to the sea. They were once dogs taken aboard heretic raid...
08/05/2026

The hounds of the Gluttons of the Abyss were never beasts born to the sea. They were once dogs taken aboard heretic raiding vessels — mastiffs, hunting hounds, and war-dogs fed on rotten meat and taught to tear apart mutineers, captives, and the dead. But the cursed tides of the Hellgate changed them. They drank from bilgewater mixed with blood, gnawed upon corpses swollen with corruption, and learned to hunger for more than flesh alone.

Now they roam the decks of damned ships as half-feral abominations, their bodies bloated by salt and rot. Their hides hang in wet folds, their jaws split too wide, and their teeth resemble broken hooks more than fangs. Barnacles cling to their ribs, worms nest in their gums, and in the darkness between waves their eyes gleam like lanterns beneath black water. They no longer bark like animals. Instead they make a choking, almost human sound, like drowned men trying to scream through flooded lungs.

When the Gluttons raid a shore or board an enemy ship, the hounds are always unleashed first. They leap through smoke and surf, dragging men into the tide, tearing through barricades, and chasing the wounded by scent alone. They are especially drawn to fear and corruption, able to pick out the guilty, the decadent, and the dying from among a crowd. Some captains claim the beasts can smell sin itself.

Among the Gluttons of the Abyss, the hounds are fed before the crew. Great troughs of blood, offal, and seawater are poured across the deck while the beasts fight and devour one another beneath the moon. Those too weak to survive are eaten by the rest. Those that remain become larger, crueler, and hungrier with every voyage.

“They smell the wicked before we do.”

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Hello everyone! This month's first release is designed to heal wounds, overcome ailments, and relieve us of suffering! T...
06/05/2026

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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Suffocation Assessor Witch is appointed to measure the precise moment at which breath becomes liability. Her craft lies ...
04/05/2026

Suffocation Assessor Witch is appointed to measure the precise moment at which breath becomes liability. Her craft lies not in explosion or fire, but in calibrated deprivation, where air itself is converted into an instrument of control. She studies physiology, panic thresholds, and atmospheric flow with the same rigor others reserve for ballistics. To her, lungs are containers, respiration a rate of expenditure, and collapse a predictable outcome once limits are exceeded.

Her ordnance is engineered to deny without destroying. The gas the Witch deploys seeps into armour seals, saturates trenches, and lingers in enclosed spaces, stripping strength and clarity while leaving bodies largely intact. Flesh is spared, structures remain serviceable, and equipment is left unmarred. Victims fall conscious, aware, and helpless — ideal conditions for capture and reclamation. Destruction would erase value; suffocation preserves it.

On the battlefield, the Assessor Witch operates from fortified platforms marked with wind-sigils, dosage tallies, and release schedules. She calculates dispersal in real time, adjusting mixtures to weather shifts and resistance levels. Her presence ensures that advancing forces encounter zones already neutralized by panic and respiratory failure, allowing assets and prisoners to be secured before the vapors fully dissipate.

In the broader war economy, the Suffocation Assessor Witch embodies Mammon’s preference for extended obligation. Death closes accounts; survival extends them. Her clouds transform enemies into ongoing liabilities — bodies for ransom, labor, or leverage — ensuring that every engagement continues to yield return long after the fighting ends.

“Air is a privilege, not a right.”

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Medic of Last Attendant moves through the pilgrimage with hands already stained. She is not marked by gentleness, nor re...
02/05/2026

Medic of Last Attendant moves through the pilgrimage with hands already stained. She is not marked by gentleness, nor restrained by hesitation. Her calling is not mercy, but obligation carried to its furthest edge. Among the Pilgrims of the Blighted Devotion, she is recognized by the tools she bears and the calm with which she applies them, whether to preserve breath or to end it cleanly.

She serves the body without illusion. Disease has claimed her flesh as surely as it has claimed those she tends, and she does not distinguish between wounds earned by faith or by failure. To her, the body is a vessel whose usefulness must be measured honestly. When it can still walk, she binds it, cuts it, floods it with bitter draughts that dull pain and suppress refusal. When it cannot, she opens the throat or stills the heart with the same precision, denying waste and prolongation alike.

On the battlefield, the Medic of Last Attendant works where suffering is thickest. She kneels in mud and fire, prying open ruined armour, fingers slipping on blood and oil. Those she treats are not restored. They are returned to motion. The chemicals she carries do not heal; they quiet agony long enough for the wounded to stand, advance, and spend what remains of themselves where it is still required.

She does not grieve those who fall again, nor does she praise those who rise. Her task is completed the moment the body resumes obedience, or ceases it entirely. Among the Pilgrims, she is trusted not because she saves lives, but because she never lies about their condition.

I do not promise survival. I promise usefulness.

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Hello everyone! We're bringing back our 3D printing photo section. Here you can see our recent releases and how we print...
30/04/2026

Hello everyone! We're bringing back our 3D printing photo section. Here you can see our recent releases and how we print them! This is a great visual aid for those who don't have their own printer. You'll get a high-quality print with incredible detail. The resin is soft enough to arrive safely!

And for those who print themselves but are still hesitant to subscribe to our Tribes, here's what our models look like in real life, printed at 14k. We look forward to seeing you all! You can still grab this month's releases (see the Recap post), and you'll start receiving May's new releases soon! Stay tuned!

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Hello everyone! This month has been filled with wonderful releases. We've dramatically strengthened the ranks of the Aur...
28/04/2026

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:

1. Lord of the Heavy Metal March - They say heavy metal was born in hell itself! Is that true?

2. Voices of the Ledger x3, which will balance your hearing and your soul!

3. Funeral Fly Heralds x2 - equally vile, scoli, and terrifying! Beware the buzzing above the trenches!

4. Abissinian Heavy Machine Lionheart #3 - a new knight is ready to bring light and the word of God to the trenches!

5. 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!

6. Pilgrim Still Marching command x3 - burn heresy! Sanctify the battlefield! Sound the trenches with the ringing of bells!

7. 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!

8. Trench Cossacks Weapon set - the long-awaited weapon for the Trench Cossacks!

Next month, we'll have:

1. The explosion of golden gas mines falling from the sky!

2. Even such desperate fanatics sometimes need medicine!

3. The holiness and purity of Abyssinian warriors in the new issue of Only Nuns.

4. The long-awaited Priest Cheva in mechanical armor!

5. Fly-pig knights :)

6. 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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