Ratjuice

Anton was severly wounded during the great cull and was left for dead by the frenzied Cultists.

He found himself deep in enemy territory, disoriented and short of ammunition and food.

Anton believed he was the only survivor in a world of traitors and, maddened by grief and solitude, waged a war of his own behind the enemy lines, setting ambushes and destroying enemy infrastructure.

His nickname is Ratjuice, due to his appetite for dead rats.

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.

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 helps 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.

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.

Grenadier

Grenade Junkies are dangerous pyromaniacs obsessed with explosions, the smell of burned flesh and utter destruction.

In combat they throw grenade after grenade, not discriminating friend from foe.

Cultist Troopers

The sadistic cultist troopers are unleashed by their wicked commanders. Now free to explore their darkest desires, they patrol the lands with murderous intent.

Pray they don’t take you alive.

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