The heavy cavalry of the Ossiarch Bonereaper legions, the Kavalos Deathriders are expert riders mounted on macabre armoured steeds. They clatter into the foe in a wedge formation, breaking battlelines with every ferocious charge.
The Mortek Guard are soul-constructs created to dominate the battlefield. Armed with life-draining nadirite weapons and shaped from impenetrable osseous armour, they grind the enemy to dust beneath their relentless march.
Choking the air above the Nighthaunt host are the most numerous of its warriors - the Spirit Hosts. These are the souls of the damned, stripped of body and identity, and they scream endlessly for the life they have lost.
Nagash, Supreme Lord of the Undead is the father of necromancy. Resurrected by dark ritual, the immortal Lord of Death is an awe-inspiring centerpiece miniature. Borne aloft by tendrils of ethereal energy and tormented spirits, his unique silhouette looms over the battlefield with an air that promises to usher in a new era of darkness.
It is Vokmortian’s task to oversee the harvesting of bones for the Ossiarch legions, a duty he undertakes with ruthless, calculating precision. Those who defy the will of the Great Necromancer are cut down with flesh-withering bolts of necromantic magic.
Archregents are Ghoul Kings who have ruled for hundreds upon hundreds of years, growing terrifyingly powerful. They are mighty vampiric warrior-kings and are accustomed to instant obedience from all those around them.
She is the Mourning Bride, the Unrequited Queen, the Veiled Lady and the Mortarch of Grief. She is despair made manifest, gloom given form. She is Lady Olynder, and in her are bound all the sorrows and anguishes of the realms.
The Myrmourn banshees have a diabolical hunger, for they feast solely upon magic. No enemy spell is safe from the ravenous spirits, and they haunt the Mortal Realms in search of arcane energies to consume.
Orpheon Katakros is the emperor of an undying elite, and he goes to war with all of the pomp and circumstance that befits his station. Distrusting steeds since the disastrous chariot charge that cost him his life, he simply strides to battle with the surety of a god.
The arcane catapult known as the Mortek Crawler delivers death from afar with terrifying accuracy. It can fire hails of necrotic skulls that bite and gnaw, send soul-tearing spirits into the foe, or hurl weighty blocks graven with curses that can kill the mighty in an instant.
Captive souls are fodder for the most gifted of the Mortisan spirit-crafters. Borne to war upon thrones of bodily remains with their own vicious animus, the Soulmasons focus the animating energies of necromancy into their Bonereaper creations.