The bloodlust of Khorne burns within the souls of his Berzerkers, warriors who live only for slaughter in the name of the Blood God. Their blood-red helms are terrifying visages of death, crowned a symbol of their dark god. Each...

The Space Wolves are not only Space Marines, but also savage hunters and proud heroes from the death world of Fenris. They wage war without fear or doubt, each warrior seeking to forge a saga worthy of immortalisation. The rugged...

he Striking Scorpions are the vengeful stalkers of the Aeldari, striking from the shadows with lethal precision. Masters of stealth and ambush, they embody the wrath of Khaine, the Aeldari god of war. Their helms, featuring sharp, intimidating visors and menacing...

Crafted by our expert artisans here at the Weta Workshop, this Ultramarine helmet replica is a striking tribute to the nobility and precision of the Emperor's finest. Every ridge, every insignia is meticulously recreated, paying homage to the rich lore...

Ironjawz consider themselves the meanest orruks in existence, and given the countless empires they have smashed and kicked to rubble, only a foolish being would contest that claim. They are living embodiments of the simple orruk philosophy that might makes...

Lumbering heralds of decay, the Putrid Blightkings are mortal champions swollen with the blessings of Grandfather Nurgle. Each is a grotesque monument to rot and resilience, clad in rust-choked plate fused to bloated flesh, their armour a festering extension of...

Beneath his tattered robes and fungal finery, Skragrott's power seethes like a cursed elixir. His gaze turned ever skyward, yearning for the cold, unfathomable twilight of the Bad Moon that spoke to him once before. That fateful communion left him...

Mortal warriors reforged by the will of the God-King, Liberators are the unwavering vanguard in Sigmar's war against Chaos. To them falls the duty of casting down the warlords of ruin, and stamping Sigmar's claim upon the lands once more....

In the twilight of the wilderness, a lone figure sat upon a weathered stone, gazing out over the distant hills. The wind whispered through the trees, stirring the long grasses at his feet. Aragorn, son of Arathorn™, drew from his...

Gimli, son of Glóin™, was one of the nine members of the Fellowship™ and the only dwarf among its ranks. Though his heart was stout and his manner oftentimes gruff, the proud Dwarf knew well the moments when strength must...

In the high tower of Orthanc™, Saruman the White stood gazing into the far reaches of Middle-earth. The smoke from his pipe coiled like mist around his long fingers as he contemplated the shifting tides of power. His thoughts were...