No duardin, even those hollowed by Hashut’s influence, would follow one who shirks the battlefield. Like the Runefathers of the Fyreslayers and the Admirals of the sky-ports, the warlords of the Zharrdron command in person. Rich segmented mail covers bodies swollen with dark might. Immaculately plaited beards are bound by clasps embossed with runes that see their eyes burn and veins run black. Their fabrics are decadent, their helms crested by the horns of the Bullfather, and their guns and blades empowered by the most ravenous daemonspawn. Theirs is a grandeur matched only by the Daemonsmiths – and, like the Daemonsmiths, the War Despots view themselves as exalted above all.

Artist: Alex Boyd