Marching to war with magical machinations; outrageous and heretical, but most of all deadly.
The notorious Warlock Engineers of Clan Skryre are the artificers of Skaven society, blending arcane sorceries with technology in an insane and mind-boggling mix. For the other races of the world it is hard to differentiate or define where the science stops and the power of magic begins, although such delineation never occurs to Skaven. Warlock Engineers see the two elements as one and the same - machines and sorcery blended together to create impressive killing power. The sorcerer-inventors often go to war carrying many of their latest devices. From hand-held weapons such as warlock muskets or poisoned wind globes of devastating potency, to blades powered by crackling Warpstone energies, the anarchic arsenal of the Warlock Engineers is both varied and destructive.
|Encourage||This unit provides a leadership bonus to nearby allies. Units within range of both the Lord's aura and an encouraging unit will receive the larger of the two bonuses.|
|Hide (forest)||This unit can hide in forests until enemy units get too close.|
Built with secrets stolen from the mysterious east, Warlock Engineers seek to improve the propulsion and payload of these devastating weapons.
"He who runs away lives to fight another day!" - so the foul, craven adage goes.
There are those who have a knack for pushing artillery and their crews to new heights, allowing such machines to fire further than ever before.
|Musk of Fear||
As the Lore of Ruin siphons the Winds of Magic, an unholy despair takes hold on the surface dwellers… the rats lurk in the shadows.
With the incantation invoked, the Skaven stamps his horrible, rattish foot, causing the very ground to split asunder.
Gesticulating wildly, the caster gifts an allied unit with a rabid, frothing need to attack and consume the foe!
The caster gestures twitchingly to the skies and fierce gales swirl about, making flight impossible.
The sorcerer thrusts his paws into the ground summoning forth a great gout of green flame.
The Skaven caster disappears in a puff of greenish smoke, only to reappear elsewhere on the battlefield.
Dire greenish-black lightning strikes at the Skaven’s chittered command.
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