Warmachine: Cryx - Necrofactorium - Command Starter

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Dominate opposition to the Nightmare Empire with the Cryx Necrofactorium Command Starter. Inside, you’ll find a death-dealing force for 30-point Warmachine games, to serve as the foundation for your necrotech army.

A former eldritch disciple, Nekane now serves the Dragonfather, focusing her dark arts on bending tragic wraiths to obey Cryx. The sinister helljack Hades feasts on the souls it reaps, using them to enhance its power and fuel its necro-mechanikal cannon.

A lunatic butcher with a surgeon’s hands and an engineer’s devotion to infernal machines, Chatterbane has served the industries of Cryx for centuries. The architect of undreamt horrors, Chatterbane accompanies the forces of the Necrofactorium wherever they are sent. His particular skills lie in pushing Cryxian warjacks to the limits of their capabilities, tuning them for any atrocities to which he is directed.

Dark spirits enslaved in the corporeal world by Cryx’s fell technologies, the Furies strike before fading into shadow, their baleful cries putrefying flesh and withering steel.

What’s in the box?

Wraithbinder Nekane (Warcaster)
Master Necrotech Chatterbane (Character Solo)
Hades (Character Warjack)
The Furies (Character Unit)

Models supplied unpainted.

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Dark spirits enslaved in the corporeal world by Cryx’s fell technologies, the Furies strike before fading into shadow, their baleful cries putrefying flesh and withering steel.

What’s in the box?