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Blood Trooper #1

A young Blood Trooper, wearing the signature colors of the Murder Corps.

Entrenching tools are often used as melee weapons, their edges sharpened like axes.

Abomination

“We went from door to door, looking for survivors.

The village was a ghost town. No one lived here for some time.

After we secured the perimeter, we moved deeper into the settlement until we reached the church, burned and crumbling at the very center of the village.

And then we saw it. A mountain of dripping flesh.

The missing villagers, said the officer.”






Abominations are living mounds of bone and blubber, howling and hissing through many mouths and crawling forward on multiple twisted limbs.

Their bodies keep mutating into new forms and sprouting appendages that grab anything that comes close to them.

Abominations originally came from the other side but some successful cults have managed to create new nightmares by using piles of dead bodies as fuel for their dark rituals.

Abominations are very hard to kill and sometimes limbs lost in combat continue to live and further mutate into new forms called Fleshlings.
A parade of flesh.

Plague Trooper #3

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.”



Ritualistic bandaging on the face indicates that the plague-stricken soldier was administered the last rites by a local priest, presumably at the early stages of the war when knowledge of the plague was limited.

Toymaker

No mercenary is more beloved by locals than Toymaker.

Karl Krämer is one of the few German soldiers who survived the great betrayal of 1916 but the attrocities he witnessed left him broken in spirit. Unable to cope with the reality of war, his mind returned to the happiest days of his life and his small workshop.

Every time he passes by a village, the wandering artisan brings children gifts and feeds the poor.

Toymaker takes great pride in his work and when he is not fighting, he crafts new toys as he was taught before the war by his late father.

Worm Sergeant

Worm Sergeants lead their troops in battle as they always did.

But there is no glory or honor since the plague claimed them. Now their only orders are to spread the disease and destroy all life.

Veteran #1

These men have endured the worst war has to offer and they’ve got the scars to prove it.

Facial prosthetics are common among veterans who suffered severe injuries that left them disfigured.

These type of masks vary in size and quality, usually wooden or ceramic with handpainted details.

Sergeant

Sergeants oversee soldiers in their daily tasks, and are expected to set a standard for lower-ranked soldiers to live up to.

They are also responsible for maintaining discipline within the squad they lead in battle.

After the great mutinies that almost led to the complete disintegration of the French army when the veil was lifted, Liberation Army commanders took drastic measures to make sure history did not repeat itself.

One of those changes was to limit the connection between soldiers and those who lead them in battle.
Each Sergeant is assigned to a new unit after each successful misson or campaign and another one takes his place. This way officers can remain objective and unbiased in their decisions.

In addition each Sergeant is supplied with a leather mask and is expected to wear it at all times, hiding their facial expressions as well as creating another symbol of authority.

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 demons.

Carrier Of Leeches

“I ordered my troopers to do the right thing and put these men out of their misery, even if it’s not strategic.

They would do the same for us.”

-Cpt Higgins







The Sons of the Worm take no prisoners.

Those unfortunate souls who are caught alive are chained and driven to one of the black swamps, deep in Plaguelands.

Once there, they are quickly despatched in a crude ritual. A fistful of leeches is forced down the mouth of the prisoners before they get kicked in the muddy waters.

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