Privateer Press Previews June Releases For Warmachine and Hordes

June is apparently going to be Man-of-War Month for Privateer Press. They’ve got a new army box coming out for them, along with a lot of new MoW pieces. There’s some new units. There’s some new attachments. And there’s a new incarnation of one of the original warcasters from the game.

Having risen to the rank of kommandant at an unprecedented age, Sorscha Kratikoff has been tasked with commanding the full might of Khador’s new Man-O-War division. Sorscha began her new assignment spending several months undergoing the rigorous training to control Man-O-War armor, a unique hybrid of warcaster armor and Man-O-War armor specially designed to fit her frame. In combat, Kommandant Sorscha is the avalanche in the storm. Her command of winter magic allows Sorscha’s Man-O-War to perform flanking and ambush maneuvers never-before-seen with these steam-powered soldiers. Sorscha goes where the fighting is thickest, laying waste to man and machine.

Atanas Arcanovich participated in the capture of Northguard and subsequent occupation of the Thornwood Forest. He was one of the few officers who resolutely held his position against the southerners, refusing to give ground. In recognition for his bravery, Arcanovich received the Star of the Motherland and was promoted to the rank of kommandant and given a special assignment to assist in restructuring the Man-O-War corps into a dedicated division. Arcanovich abides by the principle that a kommandant must lead his soldiers from the front line, to provide an example of patriotic duty and to inspire them to acts of greatness.

In another life, Dragos Dragodovich may have been one of the foremost manhunters to emerge from the forests of Skirov or a barbarian warlord with thousands of warriors sworn to him. Born in a modest trapping village, his youth was spent defending his family’s homestead from wild beasts. Dragos had never even seen a city until his conscription, at which point his size and ferocity let him easily qualify as a Man-O-War. Unlike others of his rank, Dragos does not command a dedicated unit. Instead, he is given special assignments, traveling between Kommands as the war effort demands.

The officers of the bombardier corps lead their soldiers to seize victory in the name of the Motherland. Each has spent a lifetime on the battlefield raining fiery death on the heads of the enemy. This wealth of experience lets the officers direct their units in cunning maneuvers, like slashing through thick underbrush with their steam-powered saws to flank an enemy emplacement before unleashing a hail of explosives with unrelenting precision.

Man-O-War tankers are a response to the more impressive armaments and engines of war that Khador now finds set against it. Tankers support their smaller companions in battle, girding them with massive armored shields and laying down heavy supporting fire. Suppression tankers are armed with a pair of volley guns, each being a multiple-barreled light cannon able to fire single chambers in rapid succession or multiple barrels simultaneously.

Man-O-War tankers are a response to the more impressive armaments and engines of war that Khador now finds set against it. Tankers support their smaller companions in battle, girding them with massive armored shields and laying down heavy supporting fire. Strike tankers are armed with slug cannons, a high caliber, armor-piercing shoulder-mounted weapon. At full power, a slug cannon can breach bunker walls and other fortifications, and its shot is similarly effective against battle engines and colossals.

The Chosen of Everblight are a special strain of blighted ogrun transformed by the effect of blighted blood. Once a Chosen arises from its reshaping, it towers above all others of its race, become a fusion of both rider and mount. A layer of hardened scales covers the lower half of their muscular bodies. Packs of the Chosen bound across the battlefield in great leaps, ripping apart their foes with hooked talons or their pole cleavers. The Chosen feast on the bodies of the dead, allowing their draconic flesh to knit even mortal wounds.

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