Riflemen

Si ce n’est pas nous alors qui ?”
-Infantry motto, Liberation Army




The proud infantry form the backbone of the Liberation Army, the first line of defence against cultists and monsters.

Townfolk #2

Some denizens are always eager to fight and despite their poor training and lack of equipment, they can quickly overrun an isolated military patrol.

Bar patron, drunkard, brawler.
Arsonist

The Westerner

Mr Burke is the last remaining alive member of a violent bandit group that terrorized the American desert.

He was convicted and sentenced to death but fled the United States to Europe, France.

Mr Burke soon made a name of himself as a cut-throat who’s not afraid to get his hands bloody.

Plague Trooper #2

Putrid slime is dripping from the Stormtrooper’s compromised trunk.

Who knows what horror lies behind that mask?

Sons of the Worm troopers march forward.

Townfolk #1

Commoners usually keep their heads down and avoid trouble but if cornered, they will fight with whatever they have.

A decent man will do anything to protect his family.
Small-time criminal, mugger, bushwhacker.

Plague Heavy Gunner

“Keep your head down, boy. If the hail of bullets won’t kill you, tetanus will.”

-Merc’s advice on fighting the infected.


It is a rare sight to see a plague heavy gunner on patrol, most MG 08s are set up in machine gun nests defending their camps.

The corpse-like soldier marches forward stoically, laying down suppressing fire while shrugging off all but the most devastating wounds.

A Mouthful Of Worms

Sons of the Worm are a specialist German stormtrooper formation who worship disease, corruption and decay.

A mysterious plague ravaged their ranks during the earliest days of the cultist uprising, yet they endure.

Their rotting bodies are filled with painful buboes, clothes and bandages soak in green fluids.

But despite their horrific disfigurements, plague troopers are fearsome soldiers indeed. Their decaying brains are inured to the agony of bodily corruption, making them all but immune to pain.

Sons of the Worm make extensive use of mustard gas to support their limping infantry, hellish decaying soldiers appearing from the yellow smoke.

Plague Hound

“Loyal to the bitter end.”


Plague Hounds are domesticated dogs that became infected with the plague.

The dogs’ minds slowly fade away, their once radiant forms are reduced to hollow husks as the sickness takes its toll.

Even in this reduced state, Plague Hounds remain loyal to their masters, they often wander alongside or nearby Plague Troopers.

Plague Hound and dog handler on patrol.

Trench Rats

“Just as some fool said it couldn’t get worse, the rats began to show up.”





The trench soldiers have to cope with millions of rats.

The omnipresent rats emerge from the dark, they feed on the plentiful bodies that litter the ground, and multiplay exceedingly.

Enormous creatures, fat with human flesh, spread disease and death in their wake.


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