While many people are prepping for Thanksgiving coming up in just over a week, the folks over at Privateer Press are looking forward to something a bit more romantic. They've previewing their February releases for both Warmachine and Monsterpocalypse. You can check them out below.
Only those with a true calling can walk the path of the Order of the Wall. These men and women spend their youth honing body and soul to serve the Creator and to protect the faithful. To complete their training, initiates are sent out in small groups, tasked with guarding the Temple’s servants in battle. Though still far from full mastery, several initiates standing side-by-side can withstand devastating blows from beast and machine alike. For this duty, each sets aside their sword and shield to wield blessed battleaxes instead, teaching them that the weapon they wield is secondary to each paladin’s faith and resolve.
The Greylords Covenant has long served the Khadoran Army by assisting in the detection and education of warcasters, knowing the best methods to unleash their arcane powers. Adjuncts are specially trained arcanists assigned to directly lend support to warcasters on the battlefield. In addition to their elemental mastery of cold, an adjunct can help sustain a warcaster’s powers, extend their reach, and unravel incoming mystical assaults.
Lost for an eternity in the shapeless void between Caen and Urcaen, all banes have their sanity shredded to madness, yet some few retain scraps of their minds. Great warlords or ancient military officers with strong will might retain the instincts that made them effective leaders in battle. They carry that forward into their unholy existence. Under the direction of these greater knights of shadow, banes demonstrate sophisticated tactics, moving in disciplined formations and proving considerably more formidable than is regularly the case.
If the clockatrice is born of nightmares, it comes from a dreamscape of fiendish engineering, the metallic grinding of countless gears, and a malevolence arising from an intricate mechanism that mimics a living beast. As in the fables it inspired, the clockatrice can freeze and kill with but a glance of its glowing eyes. Time flows differently around this creature, warped by the haphazard spinning of the arms of its giant clock, always to the detriment of any mortals facing its razor-sharp claws and beak.
Biomorphic and cybernetic nanotechnology empowers each of the zors, the mightiest class of the Shadow Sun Syndicate’s living weapon-warriors. Each represents a highly skilled and augmented human wearing an armored suit capable of morphing them into fighters of sufficient size to stand toe-to-toe against Earth’s invaders, utilizing both martial arts and advanced energy weapons. The soldier forming the basis for Zor-Raiden was specifically recruited as one of the last surviving members of a nearly forgotten ninja clan hidden away in the northeastern mountains. Considered brash and headstrong by ranking members of the Syndicate, Raiden is nonetheless extremely skilled in combat and has demonstrated uncanny unspoken coordination with other shinobi units.
Those who thought they had seen the worst the Planet Eaters had to offer when they witnessed Gorghadra had yet to behold the terror brought by the one called Rogzor. This creature’s every action seems to defy known physics as it unleashes an unceasing barrage of annihilating energy from the web-like structures that unfold along its appendages. Its footsteps have changed the course of rivers, and its raw power has leveled mountains. It cannot be reasoned with or understood and seems motivated solely by the desire to bring about the utter disintegration of the Earth and its inhabitants, siphoning power from everything it turns to ash. Woe to any man, machine, or beast that stands in Rogzor’s path.