"The Architect could have changed me, given I alone have a body packed with muscle. Instead he gave me my brother's. This I knew was the true boon, because that's how I learnt to dominate... to control... and take what is mine."
- —Vilitch the Curseling[3]
Vilitch the Curseling[1a]
Vilitch the Curseling, also known as the "Master of Misrule", "Doomkindred", and the "Twisted Twin," is a powerful mutant Sorcerer Lord of Tzeentch, the Chaos God of change and intrigue. The malformed sorcerer-twin is a living manifestation of Tzeentch's twisted delight in anarchy. The originally frail runt Vilitch was permanently fused to his more muscular warrior brother, Thomin, by the will of the Changer of Ways, granting Vilitch both baleful abilities and control of his sibling's diabolic strength.[1a][5b][7]
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History
Origins
The icon of Vilitch the Curseling and his Puppets of Misrule Warriors of Chaos army in Total War: Warhammer III.
Once among the tribes of the Northmen there was born a pair of twins; one healthy, strong and handsome to look upon, and one wretched, weak and tiny. Though the tribe's leaders expected the wholesome son to become a great warrior, it was the runt Vilitch who was to change their fate forever.[1a]
The twins had a difficult birth, and their mother died soon afterwards, for it took all her strength to nourish the greedy infants. As they grew up, Thomin -- the thriving, healthy twin -- excelled in the hunt, and soon rose to lead the tribe's youngest warriors. The weakling Vilitch, on the other hand, was universally despised for his ugliness and frailty. He was forced to perform his dead mother's chores and, humiliatingly, was denied the use of a sword. Thomin used to beat Vilitch for the slightest infraction and, despite the runt's pleas, his father would not intervene.[1a]
As they grew up, Thomin became well-muscled and athletic, quickly learning the ways of the warrior. Vilitch barely managed to scrape by as an apprentice to the tribe's shaman, where he learnt a few meagre cantrips and a little knowledge about the Ruinous Powers that dwelt beyond the veil. Every night, the runtling prayed fervently to Tzeentch, the Changer of Ways, to reverse their fates, to make him the strong one and his brother the slave. The Great Sorcerer, who delights in anarchy and sudden changes in fortune, eventually agreed to Vilitch's selfish request.[1a][5b]
Vilitch the Curseling and his brother Thomin in their full panoply of war.[5b]
One Geheimnisnacht, when the Chaos Moon Morrslieb passed its closest to the world of Mallus, Vilitch awoke to find that his body and that of his sibling Thomin had melded together. His brother's intellect had been added to his own, and there was nothing left of Thomin's mind save for a drooling automaton enthralled to Vilitch's command. The grotesque fusion of warrior and runtling that staggered out of the twins' tent glowed with the power of Chaos Sorcery. Vilitch's budding magical abilities had been enhanced a hundredfold by the Changer of Ways, and the hulking body to which his withered frame had been fused was now possessed of diabolic strength.[1a][5b]
Laughing maniacally at his newfound powers, Vilitch embarked upon a bloody killing spree, sending crackling arcs of pure change into those who had looked down upon him in the past and forcing the body of Thomin to throttle any who tried to stop him. By the time the sun set, the village had been consumed by sorcerous fire and the streets ran with molten flesh.[1a][5b]
But Vilitch's story did not end there. The malformed sorcerer-twin hunted down all of the warrior elite of his tribe and used his dire powers to enslave their minds, making them little more than walking puppets that lived and died according to his whims. Now, wherever the Curseling plots and schemes to further his own power, a band of hard-bitten veteran Chaos Warriors marches at his side, each of them under the fearful command of the disturbing creature that they know only as the "Twisted Twin."[1a][5b]
In 2515 IC, Vilicth incinerated the Kislevite town of Tzeskagrad, his laughter infecting even those who were caught in the flames.[5a]
Conspiring Against the Everchosen
"A great lie -- the kind that takes the lives of men, their futures and their very souls -- is predicated upon the foundations of seeming truths. These truths rely on details that are an antidote to incredulity -- as a life-saving potion might be to a poison -- incredulity that would destroy the lie."
Concept art of Vilitch the Curseling created for Total War: Warhammer III.
In 2518 IC, Vilitch approached the Chaos Lord Archaon. Offering the thirteenth Everchosen-in-waiting aid in finding the final missing artefact of the Six Treasures of Chaos, the Crown of Domination, the Curseling requested in return that Archaon assault Brilloinne Castle in the Bretonnian marches of Couronne. In exchange for the dark artefacts that Lucus of Brilloinne had hidden there for safekeeping, Vilitch would reveal the means to locate the Crown of Domination, and thus allow Archaon to finally claim the mantle of the Everchosen.[4a]
Archaon noticed that the Curseling bore the mark of Be'lakor, hinting that the Twisted Twin was conspiring with the first Daemon Prince to usurp his place as the Everchosen. When confiding this to his sorcerous advisor, Khezula Sheerian, the Chaos Sorcerer told Archaon that it was just as likely that Vilitch intended to double-cross Be'lakor as well, given that there was no love lost between Tzeentch and the Dark Master.[4a]
While assaulting Brilloinne Castle, Archaon's warband fought against the Bretonnian army led by Lucus the Younger, and it was revealed that Vilitch had already defeated them and transformed the Bretonnians into Chaos Spawn. Hiding their true appearance, the Curseling revealed his treachery once Archaon entered the former Grail Chapel of the castle.[4b]
With his army decimated by the resurgent Chaos Spawn, Archaon confronted their master and bested him in a duel. Forcing Vilitch to reveal who could show him the location of the Crown of Domination, the Curseling directed him to Dreadpeak, where Be'lakor awaited him. Before Archaon could kill the Tzeentchian sorcerer for his treachery, Vilitch transformed into mist and fled.[4b]
End Times
At the start of the End Times, Vilitch led his warband of magically-enthralled Chaos Warriors known as the Fireborne south. With Kislev already in ruins, his armies crossed the River Lynsk and began to press into Ostland, unconcerned with their losses. His ragged host besieged Castle von Rauken, where he was delayed for a time by the brilliant defence of Aldebrand Ludenhof, the Elector Count of Hochland.[6a]
Thanks to reinforcement from the Imperial Reiksguard, Ludenhof was able to turn the tide and meet Vilitch at the Battle of Lubrecht. There Vilitch suffered a setback in the form of a bullet from a Hochland Long Rifle fired by the Elector Count that badly wounded him, causing his Warriors of Chaos army to break apart and withdraw without their leader's guidance. Fortunately, the shot had only struck Thomin's vacant skull, which proved a minor inconvenience at worst.[2d][6b]
Meeting with the Masters
"Hail Archaon, Lord of the End Times. Three-Eyed King, Everchosen of the very gods themselves! Oh almighty master, what would you have of this humble servant?... I am a loyal servant of the Ruinous Powers, great Fateweaver, surely unworthy of your divine notice. It was Tzeentch who saw fit to bless me with power. Thus do I owe him my first and most binding allegiance. Yet, so too do I pay homage to the Everchosen, for what are the words of mighty Archaon but the utterances of the gods?"
- —Vilitch addressing Archaon the Everchosen and Kairos Fateweaver.[4a]
Vilitch, the Master of Misrule, bows before the thirteenth Everchosen Archaon.
After the fall of Middenheim, Vilitch was summoned to city's shattered Temple of Ulric by Archaon, who had defiled it and taken up residence there. Vilitch had answered Archaon's call slowly enough to imply insult, but as the Everchosen's Swords of Chaos warband of Chaos Knights turned to face him as he strode up the steps of the temple, the Master of Misrule wilted somewhat beneath their steady regard, and was left to hesitate at the edge of the fire-lit gloom before Archaon acknowledged his presence.[9a]
Instructed to approach, his posture submissive, hands well away from his weapons, and an obsequious smile platered upon his face, Vilitch greeted Archaon, but was surprised to find his salutations responded to by the Daemon Kairos Fateweaver, Tzeentch's greatest Lord of Change, whose wiry, double-headed avian form had been enfolded in the shadows behind the Everchosen's throne. Vilitch was suddenly much more cautious before the immortal cunning of such a being, picking up on the symphony of subtle chords behind the creature's warped croak and choosing his words carefully, as if just now realising the gravity of his situation.[9a]
After brief banter on the Curseling's loyalties, Archaon consented to Kairos' request and agreed to send Vilitch to claim the city of Averheim. Looming directly over Vilitch's kneeling form, Archaon bid the Curseling to rise, keeping the Slayer of Kings firmly in its scabbard even as he could feel the Winds of Magic surging around his vassal's staff, held in abeyance in case the sorcerer should be forced to fight. Vilitch was commanded to gather a force from those Warriors of Chaos warbands outside Middenheim, and with them destroy Averheim and slaughter its defenders.[9a]
Vilitch affirmed his orders and gave a brisk nod, his puppet brother Thomin's head twitching in a grotesque echo of the gesture, before Archaon painfully seized him by the shoulder. The Everchosen repeated himself, taking great pains to make clear to Vilitch that Emperor Karl Franz was to be taken alive and brought before him in chains, and that a dire fate awaited the Curseling should the emperor die before he had arrived. Once released, Vilitch hurried from the temple, clearly eager to be away from the Three-Eyed King as swiftly as possible. In reality, Archaon had no faith that Vilitch would succeed, having sent him forth only to keep Karl Franz from fleeing, determined to take his life himself.[9a]
Invasion of Averheim
"You see, Everchosen? Here is one whose loyalty is absolute, yet whose mind is as sharp as a blade. It is as I said. The Curseling will carry Averheim in your name. You need not trouble yourself with a long march south. Not when you have...other duties."
As ordered, Vilitch led his so-called "Legion of Flame" to besiege Averheim. By the time he did so, the Twisted Twin commanded a horde almost as vast as the one that had sacked Altdorf. Already the city had endured several assaults by the Skaven hordes, driving the ratmen away with the aid of Bretonnian knights and Dwarf Slayers. But in their wake, the Northmen came.[2a][2b][2d][6a]
Vilitch was shrewd, caring nothing for the lives of the Skaven but refusing to waste his own forces in doomed assaults against unbreached walls, waiting instead for just a chink to open through which the grim-armoured Chaos Warrior warbands of the Chaos Wastes could invade. One such assault, with Vilitch at the forefront determined to seize Averheim, almost spelled the city's end. Daemonfire flowed from the Curseling's fingers like a fountain, ending any who stood before him as mutation rippled through their blazing bodies. The last surviving Knights of the Everlasting Light were reduced to mewling and blood-weeping wretches at his twisted hand while the banners of the Dwarf hold of Zhufbar flickered into ash as the heavy blades of Vilitch's vanguard hacked through the Dwarfs' Gromril Armour.[2a][2b]
Averheim was only saved by the sudden arrival of Averheim's greatest champions. Emperor Karl Franz rode in atop his Griffon Deathclaw, smiting the minions of the Curseling, while Ungrim Ironfist countered their breach, the two having become the Incarnates of the Winds of Magic Azyr and Aqshy, respectively. Caught between lightning and fire, the rekindled hope of Men and the unbridled rage of the Dwarfs, Vilitch's assault crumbled, most of his warriors casting aside their sword and shield before fleeing to the brooding safety of the forces of Chaos' siege camps. Vilitch ran with them, his personal champion, the bearer of the glorious moon-crested standard, having been reduced to a blackened husk by a bolt of lightning, and Vilitch possessed no desire to share his fate.[2a][2b]
In the weeks that followed the failed assault upon Averheim's eastern wall, Vilitch, having only caught sight of the reborn emperor then, was careful never to risk himself so recklessly as he had done that day. Mighty though Vilitch was, he recognised that the emperor and Ungrim Ironfist now commanded power far superior to his own, and had no intention of losing his life by confronting them directly -- not when he had the lives of worthless minions yet to expend.[2b][2c]
Daemons were summoned by sacrifice and set loose against the walls, but Warrior Priests came forth to banish them. Vilitch even summoned the Changeling, the Herald of Tzeentch who had recently nearly killed Karl Franz, back from the Forge of Souls to infiltrate Averheim and complete his mission. This attempt failed, for the emperor was now keener of sight and wisdom. Now able to see through the deceptions of the Daemon despite his shape-shifting, the Changeling was pulped mere moments after the emperor first set eyes upon his disguised form.[2b][2c]
Battle of the Ruins of Bolgen
"I do not question this creature's loyalty for a second, Fateweaver. It is to himself. Are not all the lackeys of Tzeentch schemers at heart?"
- —Archaon makes clear his opinion of Vilitch to Kairos Fateweaver.[9a]
Vilitch and Thomin, forever bound as one.
As the weeks following the siege of Averheim passed, Vilitch laired in the desolate ruins of the town of Bolgen, in the heart of a ruined Sigmarite shrine. He had failed to take the city he had sworn to claim for Archaon, and worse, he had scried the Everchosen's approach several days earlier.[2d][2e]
Caution had kept Vilitch from achieving his goals thus far, but with Archaon soon to arrive the Curseling grew bolder. Driven by his rivalry with the other Chaos Lords, Vilitch would attempt a summoning greater than any he had performed before. Vilitch would summon Daemons enough not only to take the defiant Imperial city, but also to challenge Archaon for control of the forces of Chaos Undivided. Yet the conjurations of Vilitch and his sorcerous cabal at the eight-pointed ritual circle were disrupted by the howling of the camp's Chaos Warhounds, a warning of things to come.[2d][2e]
The Northmen began to apprise the discomfort of the mutant hounds as their clamour grew louder, for the air had taken on a bittersweet taste, like the calm before a thunderstorm, while the wind, until then a gentle northerly breeze, began to swirl and howl. Sparks danced across weapons, crackling from sword point to sword point, when suddenly, at the heart of the town square there was a blinding flash and explosive burst.[2e]
When the light faded, a shimmering portal of azure light stood amidst the ruins in the heart of the town square, its edges crackling and indistinct. In mere seconds, Emperor Karl Franz was upon them in all his fury, and as everyone turned their attention to his onslaught, they were caught off-guard as the best and boldest of Averheim charged out of the portal, eager for recompense against their tormentors of the past gruelling months.[2e]
During the weeks of the stalemate, the emperor, having constantly soared above the city in hopes of spotting reinforcements, had seen the coming warhost of Archaon. Thus, on his return to Averheim, the emperor summoned a council of war, and unveiled a desperate plan. Archaon's horde would be at the walls in days, but had none of the devastating Chaos Hellcannon artillery among their arsenal, so if the defenders could sally forth and destroy the siege engines that yet ringed the city, the walls might might just hold.[2e]
From the moment he had drawn his plans, the emperor had known that this was impossible by conventional means, as the siege camp was too far from Averheim's walls and the River Aver too wide to safely sortie across, but his command over the Wind of Azyr had grown over the past weeks such that he attempted more than a mere lightning-calling. Creating the portal, the bridge of storms, had sapped much of his strength, but it had served its purpose well.[2e]
From his position in the ruined Sigmarite shrine, Vilitch could hear the battle, but could do little about it. The summoning was underway, and could not be interrupted without terrible risk. Better to take a lesser chance, Vilitch deemed, and speed the ritual along to its conclusion. Whatever successes the weaklings of the Empire gained would surely be stripped away once the Daemons were loosed to battle. Vilitch hunched closer to his twin's immobile form, taking more of Thomin's power into himself while all around the circle his fellow sorcerers shuddered and screamed as the wave of unleashed summoning magic swept over them.[2e]
Folly of the Curseling
Although the results were not apparent to those in the square, the emperor's plan succeeded beyond all hope, the Northmen having practically trampled each other to reach the battle while leaving the Hellcannons undefended, which were then destroyed or set against their own forces at the cost of many knights. As Karl Franz prepared to order the evacuation of hhis forces, however, their mission a success, Vilitch spoke the last syllable of the summoning rite, although due to the haste with which the ritual had been conducted, only hundreds of Daemons instead of thousands manifested.[2f][2g]
Still, Vilitch was confident that victory could still be secured. The Daemons of Tzeentch surged forward, with Vilitch and his Fireborne Chaos Warriors close behind. Just as the emperor would have ordered that they leave behind the rest of the Imperial forces, the sweet sight of the bloodied, motley warband of knights and pistoliers, those who had rode out to assail the Hellcannons, appeared over the northern slopes.[2f][2g]
The emperor's steely voice rang out, ordering his troops to retreat through the magical bridge of storms he had summoned. In that same moment, he urged his wounded and weary Griffon Deathclaw into the fight against the Fireborne while the Imperial forces began their fighting withdrawal against the encroaching Chaos horde.[2e][2f][2g]
The enthralled legion barely buckled, their broken minds unfazed by fear or pain. They heard only the order to fight, and did so with strength and skill undimmed by their thralldom. But between Karl Franz and Deathclaw, the Emperor's Champion Ludwig Schwarzhelm and his Griffon Legion who were determined to aid the emperor in his rescue of the knights, and the knights themselves, the Fireborne were pressed closely on three fronts.[2e][2f][2g]
Vilitch grew desperate. He had thrown Daemons and spellfire at the southlanders, assailed them with overwhelming numbers and the unstoppable force of his Fireborne, and yet they would not die. He cackled with glee as the fire sent from his hands exploded the Griffon Legion into choking ash and the Imperial standard was set ablaze, but the hurled bolts of writhing lightning sent against Deathclaw dissipated against the emperor's Silver Seal.[2g]
Even as Vilitch slew a Demigryph he had no time to gloat, for Deathclaw sent him flying clean across the square to slam into the ruins of an old militia barracks. By the time Vilitch regained his senses, Schwarzhelm and the last of the Griffon Legion retreated into the bridge of storms, Karl Franz and Deathclaw guarding their retreat.[2g]
His scheme ruined and his forces in ruins, Vilitch, hissing with frustration and blinded by rage and humiliation, goaded Thomin to his feet and set him charging towards the portal, barging Daemons and Chaos Marauders alike aside in his determination to avenge the indignities the Imperials had heaped upon him. With a final sweep of his wings, Deathclaw buffeted away any nearby Daemons and sprang into the portal, and Vilitch only just made it inside, the flames of change flickering from his outstretched fingers. It was only when the sorcerer crossed the threshold that he realised that the portal's origin point had closed as soon as the emperor passed through, and he turned back just in time to see the shimmering gate to Bolgen drown in encroaching darkness. Karl Franz had escaped, and Vilitch was trapped.[2f][2g]
Reversal of Fates
"It is my turn now."
- —Thomin the Twisted Twin, speaking after decades of silence.[2g]
Lost and uneasy in inky darkness, without even the Winds of Magic with which to summon a flame, Vilitch feared himself lost forever as he searched for escape. All the while he unleashed a constant stream of invective against Thomin, cursing the slowness of his body which he was sure had directly cost him victory, and with it the fate that had shackled them together.[2g]
Then, suddenly stopped by an unseen obstacle in his path but able to feel the magic at his fingers again, Vilitch conjured new light with which he saw shining crystal, and the fractured, crystalline reflections of himself and his brother. A thousand mirthful voices informed the puzzled Curseling that he was in Tzeentch's domain in the Realm of Chaos, the Realm of the Sorcerer. Confused as to why he was saved by his divine patron when he had not requested any aid, the answer was not to his liking.[2g]
Vilitch's silent and brutish conjoined brother Thomin spoke for the first time in ages, revealing that it was he who had requested aid. Realising his peril too late, Vilitch's mind was wiped clean as his twin brother, so long subservient to his will, took control of the pair. "Vilitch" the Curseling was no more, his name having been lost along with the spells, studies and schemes of a lifetime. By the time Thomin strode out beneath the Realm of Chaos' violent skies, the thing that had been Vilitch the Curseling hung mute from his shoulder, eagerly awaiting his brother's wise instruction.[2g]
Appearance
The Twisted Twin cuts a distinctive figure, a mutated, twin-bodied form ever-lit by a flickering magical flame, his veins visibly blue against his flesh. On one hand there is the brawny warrior body, armoured in brilliant, baroque, azure plate armour emblazoned with the Mark of Tzeentch. Sprouting out from one shoulder is the hideous, maggot-like conjoined twin, its eyeless head darting as Vilitch directs his mindless brother's muscled form.[2b][2g][9a]
Vilitch's fang-filled mouth spoke with a whine that echoed weirdly, while Thomin's voice had become dry and parched from decades of disuse.[2b][2g][9a]
Personality
The disturbing mutant creature known as the Twisted Twin acts with inscrutable intent. Everything is not enough for him, as he has hoarded power and influence for many a decade, and plots ruthlessly to further his power still. The Master of Misrule has always believed himself superior to the other Northmen, reducing as he does the lives of other agents of Chaos to mere pawns.[2d][7][3]
Where most sorcerers are wary of taking on apprentices, lest treachery from their students curtail their lives, Vilitch deemed that a vast coven of acolytes would increase his standing in Tzeentch's eyes. He may well have been correct, for certainly the Great Sorcerer's servants sent frequent warnings to ensure that Vilitch was never taken entirely unprepared.[2d]
Not even the thirteenth Everchosen Archaon was spared Vilitch's attempts at usurpation. The two were rivals of old, and held each other in mutual disdain. Vilitch was willing to, if only tacitly, insult him, while Archaon found the worm-like sorcerer and his golem brother offensive to his warrior sensibilities. Archaon knew full well Vilitch would attempt to seize his destiny as the Everchosen of Chaos Undivided and placed spies in his camp, but in the end, neither Vilitch nor Archaon was sure who was pulling whose strings in the webs sewn by the Architect of Fate.[2d][2e][3][7][8a][9a]
Indeed, the Great Conspirator himself legitimised Vilitch long ago as a horribly remarkable agent of Change. The Curseling's part in the Lord of Change's fickle plans remains inscrutable, the true purpose of those who serve within Tzeentch's schemes no clearer to the Twisted Twin than to any of his divine master's other mortal puppets. Even so, Vilitch owes all to the god of change, and stands against any who would oppose him. Perhaps the most important prize for the sorcerer-runt to secure would be favour in the eyes of his divine master, so he might never be forsaken again.[3]
Abilities
The Master of Misrule leading his puppets to battle.
Vilitch's enemies have come to fear the disturbing creature known as the Twisted Twin. Tzeentch has granted him mastery of the Lore of Tzeentch, and the vile sorcery of Vilitch is woven into the foundations of his every arcane construction. The power of pure, unpredictable change surrounds the Master of Misrule and his puppets, and Forsaken, Chaos Spawn, and similarly heavily mutated beings flock to bask in the aura of Chaos flux that surrounds him. And when the Chaos Moon Morrslieb bathes the land in its sickly glow, as it did the night Vilitch first received his many boons, the Curseling's capacity for magical power greatly expands.[1a][5b][7][3]
Vilitch possesses all the wits he and Thomin had once shared between them, as well as total control of their conjoined physical form. He can not only direct his brother's form, but see through his eyes and hear through his ears. And should Thomin's long stride and unwearying body not prove fast enough, Vilitch's use of teleportation stones will surely suffice in bringing him to his destination.[2d][2e][2g][3]
This chaotic fusion of Chaos Warrior and Sorcerer Lord makes Vilitch a force to be reckoned with upon the battlefields of the Old World. With the body of a brute and the skills of a sorcerer, the Curseling's every strike is imbued with mighty strength and vile magics. The Twisted Twin thrives in the midst of battle, revelling in the use of his strength and sorcery combined, such that his mastery of spells can improve as he fights and his combat prowess improves as he casts spells.[2d][2g][3][7]
Vilitch has never been one to inspire loyalty in his followers, but equally he has never been a leader overly concerned with acquiring that precious commodity. Many of the Warriors of Chaos warbands that march under his banner, such as the Fireborne, are enthralled to his command by sorcery, forbidden from deed or action without his leave. Those bearing the Mark of Tzeentch gather in strength, answering the summons of the Master of Misrule.[2d][3]
Tugging at the loose strands in the minds of enemies and allies alike, Vilitch bends all to his will, and as he leads his hard-bitten host through warpaths of misrule, disorder and death, the souls of his own fallen soldiery are sacrificed along with those they fought. For indeed, Vilitch is a parasite, and he leeches strength from everything around him just as easily as he leeches the very willpower from his drooling twin brother.[3]
Wargear
- Vessel of Chaos - Vilitch enjoys the patronage of the Great Sorcerer and as part of Tzeentch's fickle plans, he has gifted the Twisted Twin with a dark crucible -- a powerful artefact of Chaos that is able to harness and store a great reservoir of unstable magical energy to enhance his abilities as a Chaos Sorcerer.[1a]
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Sources
- 1: Warhammer Armies: Warriors of Chaos (8th Edition)
- 1a: pg. 51
- 2: The End Times Vol V: Archaon (8th Edition)
- 3: Total War: Warhammer III (PC Game)
- 4: Archaon: Lord of Chaos (Novel) by Rob Sanders
- 5: Warhammer Armies: Warriors of Chaos (7th Edition)
- 6: The End Times Vol I: Nagash (8th Edition)
- 7: Total War: WARHAMMER III – Introducing Vilitch the Curseling (Archived)
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- 8a: pg. 9
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