Kongclave Miniatures

Her boots are always muddy. Her gloves are always bloody. But her bonesaw is always clean. Sister Skarn doesn’t flinch at the screams. She checks t...

Clinging to skin, stinging the eyes, impossible to hold, the smoke pours from ritual lanterns. Whispered litanies thread through the trenches in a ...

Where others break, Rottman holds. Shield forward, he absorbs wave after wave of enemy fire while others move in behind. His sub-machine gun return...

“The air is a yellow burn. It sears the throat, eats the eyes. It rolls into the trench as a creeping fog, heavy as oil. It hangs in the lungs: sil...

The Last Hussar strides through war’s mire, clad in full plate armor. A veteran breach tactician and commanding officer of Zug VII, Mackensen leads...

Erwald’s hammer speaks for him, and his grenades end the conversation. Covered in a torn bear pelt and wielding a ceremonial maul inscribed with s...

The Last Hussar strides through war’s mire, clad in full plate armor. A veteran breach tactician and commanding officer of Zug VII, Mackensen leads...

FIELD PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT: GRENADIER GUSTL BERENGER Unit: Zug VII (on special assignment from New Germania) Evaluator: Lt. Cmdr. H. Kroll, Fie...

They are no longer men, only feed for the flies. Beneath steel the flesh trembles with the gnaw of larvae. The Hell Fly burrowed deep and found in ...

Bred from the belly of the Sow of a Hundred Mouths, this Grim Hog has become a mobile fume vent, swollen and blistered with corruption. The disease...

The breach opens where Erwald walks. With hammer and shotgun, he clears space with brutal finality, advancing to the threshold of heretical strongh...

“He waits. Breath held. Finger steady. When the order comes, the first crack splits the silence.” "If this is the weight of war, then I will carry...

The Last Hussar strides through war’s mire, clad in full plate armor. A veteran breach tactician and commanding officer of Zug VII, Mackensen leads...

A devout flame bearer, Adelhard is a walking pressure vessel, a heavy-framed purifying force in trench and corridor. He carries skins of sanctified...

These weathered veterans, with their heavy Gasha absorb the initial violence as the waste-terrors break against them and are spent. They wear mind ...

The Pistolman kneels in the mud before the heretics, pistol braced in both hands. His breath is slow, his aim steady. When he rises again, the line...

The Pistolman kneels in the mud before the heretics, pistol braced in both hands. His breath is slow, his aim steady. When he rises again, the line...

The Commander's personal guard, chosen from the high-born traitors who fund the Cult's war. Each has passed through the Baptism of the Red Well, an...

The rats in these trenches can only be burned out. Braced on one knee behind the blast shield of his flamer, face sealed behind a mask, the Fire Sn...

When the Snake Cult wants a trench taken quietly, it sends the Fangs. Masked against gas, sealed in armored greatcoats, they go over the top with a...

The Last Hussar strides through war’s mire, clad in full plate armor. A veteran breach tactician and commanding officer of Zug VII, Mackensen leads...

Breach Shields absorb the fire, Wreckers open the way, and the Burn Team purifies what is inside. He kneels at the breach with the lance level, his...

They are keepers of forbidden hymns. Unordained priests, possessing the authority to bind spirits, perform exorcisms, and command white magic. Most...

“He waits. Breath held. Finger steady. When the order comes, the first crack splits the silence.” "If this is the weight of war, then I will carry...

We reached the armor line together, but Aynä didn’t look right. Not at all. He snatched the lunge mine right out of my grip—nearly took my arm with...

He died as a hunter. He threw a landmine with forty pounds of cordite on like a scapular. He had the grenades like a rosary. He was the first to re...

Wardens are the first to walk out of the black water. Sealed in riveted plate and brass diving helms,The tanks drip a slurry of black sea water. T...

Sand storms swirl upwards as these vessels lurch to life. Winged protectors emerge from the haze: the Lion of Judah, a monolithic manifestation of ...

Mercenary Romanian Knight of the Sacred Order of the Dragon. Role: Mercenary knight Loadout: Long-barrelled gun, full plate armor, horned helm, ca...

The Mehal Sefari form at the front. These weathered veterans, with their heavy Gasha, absorb the initial violence as the waste-terrors break agains...

“All of Hell can slam against his shields. He advances nonetheless.” Role: Shocktrooper, breach specialist Loadout: Trench shield, shotgun, combat...

They are the vanguard of the Court, embodying the spirit of Tigist. Their endurance tempered by thousands of miles of ritual march. The Chewa wear...

They wear mind-dampening helms adorned with lion’s manes in the tradition of the Emperor’s elite guard and are armed with shotguns, shotels and shi...

Dark-coated and horned, lean and laden with pouches, bullets, and dangling gear. Krampus drags the wicked into the snowdrifts, bells and chimes swa...

Solemn, heavy, and absolutely done with everyone’s sins. Role: Field Cleric, traveling Loadout: Polearm, hammer, grenades, combat helmet Base Size...

The rifle is for distance. The grenades are for certainty. "If the shot doesn’t end it, the shrapnel will." Role: Yeoman, line infantry Loadout: ...

This writhing cluster embodies the chaotic, diseased advance of the Swine Plague. Three Pig Ticks scramble over one another in erratic, fevered mot...

The Vexilhog limps through fog and rot, mud and meat. Draped in stained vestments, carrying its plague-soaked banner, jaw broken and slack, it bell...

A grotesque pile of five Pig Ticks writhes upward in a blasphemous, totemic display of corruption and worship. At its peak, wrapped in a filthy vei...

This horrifying variant captures a Pig Tick mid-leap as it crashes through an enemy encampment, bounding over sandbags and clearing a barricade on ...

These fast, agile horrors run ahead of the Swine Plague. A Pig Tick is small but deeply wrong: a starved, hairless thing that crawls along walls an...

Grim Hogs are violations of reason: bloated monstrosities born of grotesque faith and paradox made flesh. Their arrival marks the collapse of order...