In Chamon, the land of Ayadah is in ruin. Blighted by the anarchic influence of the Gloomspite Gitz and transformed into a bleak, fungal mire, hope for this once verdant kingdom now lies in the hands of the Oakenbrow Sylvaneth. Will Arch-Revenant Druanti be able to drive back the squiggly hordes of Loonboss Zaggit?
Huge, hulking brutes, much taller and broader than a man, the Ironjawz rumble across the mortal realms in search of a good scrap. To them, nothing is so pleasing as the sound of battle – blades on metal, screams of the dying, the clamour and rattle of absolute violence is music to their ears.
Rockgut Troggoths have stony hides that are proof against blade, bolt and magical blast alike. Their lumpen claws pass through stone as though it were water, allowing them to scoop up huge clubs and throwing boulders at will. Subtle they are not.
Dragged along by their eager snufflesquigs, Sneaky Snufflers harvest looncaps and other valuable magic fungi from the battlefield. They slash up anyone that gets in their way, and dole out mind-altering fungal treats to nearby grots for the fun of it.
Most Moonclan leaders have at least one Gobbapalooza rambling around their lurklair causing mischief. Gatherings of so-called wise-grots, petty shamans and gabbling loonpriests, each Gobbapalooza takes it upon themselves to counsel their skrap’s boss whether he wants their advice or not.
A Loonboss never fights fair, ducking and weaving around his enemies and hurling mobs of cackling grots at them to wear them down, before finishing them off with a blade to the throat or between the shoulder blades.
Giant Cave Squigs are especially huge and ferocious beasts that make excellent steeds for the more daring grot Loonbosses. They hurtle into battle like rubbery meteors – all fangs, prodding spikes and shrieked war cries.
The ferocious war-leaders of the Gutbuster warglutts, Tyrants are living mountains of iron and blubbery flesh. Despite their girth, they move with surprising speed, hacking their prey into bloody chunks for easier consumption.
The Bad Moon is rising on the Mortal Realms – and the grots are marching to war. This battletome allows you to field an army of Gloomspite Gitz – a coalition of Moonclan Grots, Spiderfang Grots, troggoths and gargants united by a love hallucinogenic fungus and heinous violence. Inside this book, you'll find…
Gnawholes split the skin of reality, tearing open like lesions and allowing frenzied skaven swarms to spill forth. Manifesting as whirling green portals, gaping black holes, fume-wreathed chasms and countless other malignant phenomena, these tunnels through reality seep with the ruinous energies of the Horned Rat.