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WARMACHINE. CREATED & DESIGNED BY. Matthew D. Wilson. LEAD DESIGNER & DEVELOPER. Jason Soles. ADDITIONAL DEVELOPMENT. David Carl. In WARMACHINE, the very earth shakes during fierce confrontations where WARMACHINE Prime: Mk II is the core rulebook for the second edition of the. miniatures battle game set in the steam-powered fantasy world of the Iron Kingdoms. WARMACHINE: Prime Mk II thrusts you into this war-ravaged world with: ™.

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They were clad in It is not our place to decide where we serve. Some soldiers heavy, dark leathers and were armed with blades at their go to fight and die in the mud.

Others stand watch at quiet hips in addition to crossbows in hand. Your young wife is happy you are here, yes? He leered. Their leader wore elaborately plated armor enameled in creamy white covering his upper torso and arms. Green- The younger man sighed. I dont know. Sometimes I think blue rune lines glowed at the joins of the large pauldron she would rather I were not underfoot.

Maybe shed like covering his left shoulder, and on his back a sleek exhaust it better with me hundreds of miles away, writing letters. He held a Bah! If you were far away she would be weeping every pair of elegant but unusual pistols, the grips of which were night, worrying. Where is Sirov? I would engineered with wicked backward-swept curved blades, have to comfort her. Trust me, it is better this way. His hair was white and his face was gaunt and lined, suggesting his years had not Nigolev chuckled at the glare he received until he heard a been kind.

This was a Nayl, enter the back as I take the front. Leave no one alive seasoned Iosan; his left cheek was puckered by thick scar inside. He spoke in a low tone. Sentries are down, his blade to ready position before heading to the rear of the Garryth.

We believe the target is in that building. He jerked barracks as instructed. Garryth sometimes felt alone in his his head over his shoulder to indicate the one building in appreciation for the way soulless could undertake any task the compound that resembled a traditional Khadoran without asking tedious questions.

He turned back to the townhouse. The windows were shuttered, but light commander. Give me a 15 count, then follow. It was the only other structure in the compound that showed signs of After waiting just long enough for Nayl to get into position, occupation. What about the garrison? Garryth kicked open the front door and stepped inside.

The drunken commotion did not immediately quiet, but They cant be left at our backs. He spoke softly, his many of the soldiers at the table nearest the door turned expression unyielding. We cant risk an interruption with stupefied expressions at the baffling sight of an elf in during the interrogation. Garryth was not in the habit of warcaster armor holding bladed pistols in hand. It was a explaining his actions to subordinates, but he had sympathy long barracks hall, although occupied only to half capacity, for Commander Jarsyn, who had been operating out of a with bunks lining each wall and tables down the center.

These men were accustomed to focusing more on despite the noise, while most of the rest were clustered covering their tracks than dealing substantial damage to the around the tables drinking and talking. Their short-hafted enemy. That was about to change. He took then at the townhouse. They nodded and moved ahead, several long strides into the room to reach the nearest positioning themselves to keep watch on that building.

The table. As the shocked Khadorans lumbered to their feet he warcaster turned and signaled to another Iosan lingering swept his bladed pistols in silver-glinting arcs, opening near the shadowed barracks wall. The heavily tattooed elf horrendous gaping wounds and sending men sprawling to approached, his head cocked strangely to the side as he die bleeding on the cold stone floor. He leapt across the table awaited instruction. He was close enough that his entirely and with a downward slashing motion pinned two others black eyes were obvious, the mark of a soulless.

Jarsyns lip to the wood near their spilled clay steins before jerking the twitched and his nostrils flared in disgust as the soulless weapons loose.

Garryth showed no discomfort. Iosan Firearms Houseguard Long Rifle Dawnguard Sword Cannon Ios has possessed the alchemy of blasting powder for thousands of years, although they utilize a single explosive powder rather than the binary system used by the humans of the Iron Kingdoms. These rifles fire heavier projectiles at somewhat slower velocities than similar human firearms, but their overall effectiveness in battle is roughly equivalent.


Garryth impaled enemies as a necessity of their work. I am not here to torture you, second. He cut that mans throat with an almost casual although there are those among us who could force you to backhanded slash as he moved to the second table.

The speak. I am sure you would hold out for a time. Perhaps you Winter Guard seated there were in full panic, knocking would enjoy the pain. I will also not promise to spare one another aside in an attempt to get away from him.

One your life. Koldun Vorezko Makovich is a dead man. Garryth dispatched The Greylords eyes widened as he stared at the Iosan, him with a quick flick of his blade without even looking clearly baffled. At this base he worked under an alias at his face. How Yes, I know you. You investigate irregularities in the funding of Greylord Covenant operations. Your wife I will make: If you do is named Senya, and she recently gave birth to your third not answer my questions, child, a son. Do you want me to describe the house in Porsk everyone you love will die.

The blood in the kolduns face drained away, leaving him pale and shaking. Garryth smiled maliciously. The With their attention on the bloodthirsty warcaster, the Khadoran stuttered, No You cannot She is unharmedfor now. He paused, watching hope His sword began to take its own toll. Several guardsmen rekindle in the Khadorans eyes. This is the only promise managed to seize their blunderbusses, but it availed them I will make: If you do not answer my questions, everyone little.

Trembling fingers fumbled at loading the weapons, you love will die. If you answer, they will be spared. I will and in the end not a single shot was fired. Those who made forgive for now the taint of sorcery polluting their veins.

Try to keep my attention elsewhere, Makovich. His eyes By the time the other hunters entered the hall there were bored into the Greylords, who shuddered and looked only a few Winter Guard left living.

There was a certain away, gasping. Now he slumped, as if his eyes as he nodded approval to his team.

He left the carnage vitality had been stolen away. You are investigating a woman of your order, Koldun Kommander Aleksandra Zerkova.

She has placed a burden on your carefully balanced budgets. Tell me where she has The Greylord sat lashed to the chair in his lower laboratory, been spending this coin. Satisfy me and you die in peace.

I looking from one Iosan face to the next. Despite his evident will forget about your wife and children. A man of his his hands clenched the ropes behind his back.

He was word, Garryth rewarded him with a quick and relatively still straining against his confines rather than slumping in merciful end. His freezing magic had taken the life of one of the junior hunters, whose body others had hauled away to be As the Iosan wiped his blade clean, he saw Nayl approach properly disposed of later. The black eyes of the soulless stared fixedly at the dead koldun. Garryth had seen this before.


If left to his own The room was littered with books and arcane paraphernalia, devices, Nayl would crudely dissect the man and extract his including a small but expensive private alchemy laboratory organs to examine them with impartial curiosity. Stop, he in the far corner and what looked to be a costly inlaid-silver ordered. The soulless paused and turned to him, his head mystic diagram covering much of the floor. Garryth stood tilted like an inquisitive hounds.

The warcaster asked, in front of the captive and Nayl behind him, the soulless Why do you do that? Nayl answered in his strangely uninflected voice, I am Why should I tell you anything? He spewed a gobbet of blood that missed Garryth to spatter onto the floor.

All those present understood the Khadoran Garryth seemed amused. What have you found? They seem almost in rest. Sometimes she would turn in her sleep to face toward identical to us, anatomically. He felt compelled at such times to Garryth laughed in morbid humor. We have no time for avert his gaze, once he could gather the wits to do so. Youll have another chance soon enough. He turned to Commander Jarsyn. I will return to Ios while This night even the Presence could not ease his inner you prepare your teams here.

I have what we need. He turmoil. It would be his last vigil. Increasingly his mind glanced around at the piles of carefully organized books and returned to the decision he had made, wondering if he papers. After waving the others out of the room, he knocked had chosen rightly. But how could he stay here watching a nearby oil lantern onto its side and watched as the fire while her life slipped invisibly away?

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If they did not act quickly spread. Garryths eyes reflected calm serenity. His this chamber would become the tomb it had first resembled expression conveyed the absolute peace of a man who had to him.

All of Ios would crumble to ruin and be forgotten, delivered righteous vengeance in the name of his goddess. He must hold onto the hope that something could avert the fate that the fane priests The Goddess Stirs accepted as inevitable. Inner Fane, Shyrr, Ios It felt a blasphemy to speak, but he could not restrain himself.

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If these were to be his final minutes in the Presence, The bustle of preparations elsewhere, the mustering of he had to ask. Then, when they go back, something kills them all , and things just keep getting worse until, one day, the goddess of spring just turns up out of nowhere, wanders into her temple, and then goes into a fucking coma while dying slowly and with no one having a goddamn clue how to fix her.

So when someone says "hey, did anyone else notice how the day the gods died was also the day humans discovered arcane magic? Retribution units have a very distinct visual design, with a notably sleek, curvy, anime-esque look, complete with neon hair. Most of their army tends to consist of highly specialized, elite units with clearly-defined roles , without much in the way of generalist infantry. They also have an abundance of options for assassin units, up to and including entire units of ninja elf infantry with magic crossbows.

They are mobile, shooty, and tricky, and surprisingly beardy considering that they're, y'know, elves. The Retribution has fantastic infantry and solos all around. On the other hand, Retribution warjacks and warcasters are generally not too fantastic. Its warjacks called "myrmidons" are mobile, but fragile, and require a lot of backup to be effective. Its warcasters tend to be utility-based rather than individual powerhouses, and exist largely as sources of buffs for their infantry.

On the other other hand, Retribution infantry are generally solid enough to make this work, and if they can't, then you still have the option of an assassination run - which the Retribution can do with incredible reliability from a frankly disgusting range.

Because of the Retribution's reliance on tricks and sensitivity about order of activation certain units really, really want to go at certain times, and messing this up will cause your army to fold like a house of cards , the Retribution is an incredibly difficult army to play well. It's not weak, but it's not particularly newbie-friendly, and is generally limited to more advanced players.

They're also fans of shaved heads, and can even grow beards, making them the manliest elves ever - not that this is a high bar to jump step walk over. Convergence of Cyriss [ edit ] The Convergence is a cult dedicated to the worship of Cyriss, the Machine Goddess , the personification of logic, order, science, and mathematical perfection. Pfft, like any woman god could be close to understanding those things, amirite guyz?

They have taken the technology used to make the artificial brains used in warjacks and applied it to themselves, uploading their consciousness into machine bodies in order to become closer to her. They're actually not bad guys, really - it's just that the driving belief behind their faith is that Cyriss really, really wants them to turn the entire fucking planet into a giant clockwork robot, exterminating all organic life and rendering the world perfect in her eyes network of specially distributed leylines that act as a circuitboard to call down Cyriss' consciousness into.

The reason this is bad is that the places they need to build temples on are the places major cities or temples crop up on, that other factions want to use for various reasons, and in doing so are going to piss off the Wyrm to the point that he destroys all sapient life on the planet when he arrises from Urcaen in a rage about the leylines IE: Him being fucked with.

Since the rest of the factions take issue with various parts of this, they've turned their technological expertise towards developing more advanced versions of warjacks, called "vectors", to punch their way to the Rapture.

The Convergence is the absolute weirdest faction in all of Warmachine, and comes with a slew of special rules that make it play completely differently from anything else on the tabletop. To start with, they are a limited release faction, having only 1 model ever released for them after their initial run and no access to mercenaries at all. Also its warjacks don't have a complete statline; their accuracy in combat is determined entirely by which warcaster you are fielding, as they share their stats with the vectors under their command.

This means that your warcaster selection doesn't just alter the basic idea behind your strategy - it completely alters the basic functions of your warjacks. They also handle focus very differently, with the bottom line being that Convergence 'jacks are exceptionally focus-efficient, allowing the faction to field more 'jacks than any other without breaking the bank.

In , a Convergence player went all the way to the grand finals of the Warmahordes championships with a list consisting almost entirely of vectors, and only lost due to running out of time on the clock. The faction does have some nice infantry, though, if the player wants to field a warcaster with lower combat stats and not have to sit there crying while every attack misses. Basically, the Convergence is very, very strange, but not at all weak.

It is somewhat limited by a low model count, as Privateer Press hasn't released too much for it yet, and no Mercenaries will work with them, but the faction has the capability to answer any threat with proper planning. If you like clockwork robots or the idea of turning the entire world into a chrome-plated paradise, they're well worth looking into. Crucible Guard [ edit ] The newest Warmachine faction, a group of alchemists emergening from Llael's resistance movements.

They rely heavily on special effects like Fire or Corrosion and a good bit of mobility. Imagine Gorman di Wulfe as an entire faction and you have it about right. Mercenaries [ edit ] As mentioned above, Mercenary models were initially meant to just be options available to multiple factions rather than an army unto themselves. Due to player demand, however, Privateer Press has since released rules for fielding entirely Mercenary forces. These range from dwarves in powered armor, fielding the O.

Basically, when playing Mercenaries, you pick a theme and, and then go as normal. The only restrictions are that dwarven warjacks must be controled by dwarven warcasters, and Cephalyx Monstrosities must be controlled by their Overseers. You are now able to mix and match any merc beyond those restrictions.

Searforge Commission: They're dwarves , and come with everything you'd expect from the same. They aren't going anywhere fast, but they are ludicrously 'ard, and they hit like a ton of bricks. It's also worth noting that the signature dwarven warcaster, Gorten Grundback, is pretty much the most stupidly tanky thing in the fucking game and is functionally immune to damage.

Note, however, that the dwarves in this universe are not Scottish, because the Trollbloods are already Scottish. It is generally agreed that the dwarves in Warmachine have a New Zealand accent. Puppet Masters: The Cephalyx started out as the Iron Kingdoms' steampunkified non-Product-Identity version of the Illithids -- bizarre creatures who live deep underground and love mind-controlling the lesser races of the surface world, except they do it using technology rather than magic.

Now they're a Mercenary faction of their own, complete with giant sewn-together Frankenstein monsters which act as their warjack-equivalents. They're xxtremely new, with very limited unit options - but that's okay, since they can steal a unit from another Mercenary faction thanks to the Cephalyx Dominator.

Has a focus on dirty tricks rather than straight-up brawling, also has a "human resources" approach to super-buffing its infantry. Talion Charter: Pirates. Lots of pirates. How many pirates can you imagine? There are more than that. Also, a peg-legged Napoleon dwarf. Also, a fuckhueg cannon that is easily the best damn artillery piece in the entire game if you manage to get anything in its line of sight.

This group is all about synergy with their units, which on their own are the worst in the game. Start adding in their solos and unit attachments, though, and suddenly you've got yourself a unit that can do some damage. Trollbloods [ edit ] Scottish Orks , and also the good guys of Warmahordes. The Trollbloods are a dying race, as the superior technology of nations like Cygnar and Khador is continually pushing them to the borders of habitable land, and they lack the resources to build warjacks themselves.


On the other hand, what they do have are some seriously fucking scary relatives, so now that the fate of the species is on the line, the trolls have united and called in the inbred redneck cousins as backup - only, in this case, the redneck cousins in question are basically walking mountains that could flatten a building with one hand.

They drink, fight, and basically just brawl their way through the world, trying to establish a homeland for themselves, and only occasionally eating someone. Hardly anyone, these days. No one important, anyway. You'd never miss 'em, we swear. The key word here is tough. Trollblood models can take a stupid amount of punishment. Most of them are Tough as in the mechanic , on top of having ridiculous amounts of health boxes and high ARM. They will also kick the ever-loving shit out of anything they reach in melee, because they are pissed off, drunk as shit, Scottish, and also Orks.

They run forward, punch whatever they can reach, and then repeat until the enemy is a smear on the pavement. M on JOin him. I ll"' f, Other vol unteers h. Hi fc.. A wctvt. Nl os1c h. He was an ominous figure from an old crag. These 'jacks strode iorward a nd t heir underslung.

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