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CHAOS NOISE BLASTERS – $29.99

HQ resin miniature in heroic scale.
The miniatures require painting and assembly (use cyanoacrylate superglue only).

GREATER GOOD HORIZON BATTLESUIT – $22.99

The Greater Good does not win wars with conviction alone. Conviction is the foundation – the Horizon Battlesuit is the ceiling, and everything the enemy builds between those two points will be taken apart, piece by piece, with systematic, unhurried precision. This is not a promise. It is a category of outcome.

Piloted by veterans who have already given decades to the Higher Path and chosen to give more, the Horizon Battlesuit is the intermediate strike platform of the Cadre – large enough to absorb punishment that would end a fire warrior in a single exchange, fast enough to reposition between engagements, and armed with the kind of multi-barrel suppression systems that do not ask whether a fortified position is tenable. It already knows the answer. The twin shiels that flank it in deployment are not defensive afterthoughts – they are a philosophy made into geometry, the belief that every pilot who can be preserved will be, because experience is the one resource the Higher Path cannot manufacture quickly enough.

What makes the Horizon Battlesuit unusual is the modular logic of its design. Multiple weapon load-outs, adjustable shoulder arrays – the same chassis wears a different face in every engagement, adapts to terrain and threat without breaking the continuity of the pilot inside. The engineers who maintain these suits spend as many hours in conversation with the pilots as they do in the workshop. It is not a transaction. It is a collaboration. The suit learns the pilot’s weight distribution, their preferred axis of fire, the small hesitations that precede a decision – and corrects for them gently, invisibly, until the Battlesuit and the person inside it are no longer quite two things.

On a contested world, the enemy tends to notice the infantry first. That is by design. By the time they notice the Horizon Battlesuit standing at the edge of effective range with two gun systems already aligned to their command position, the infantry have already cleared the approach.

It stands 64mm tall on a 50mm base. It assembles from modular components with full weapon and head options. On the tabletop, it fills the heavy support role for any advanced sci-fi army with authority and presence.

HQ resin miniatures in heroic scale with 50mm Scenic base.
The miniatures require painting and assembly (use cyanoacrylate superglue only).

MECHANIC ADEPT CRAWL BREAKERS – $49.99

They were human once. That was the first thing they corrected.

A Crawl Breaker remembers being soft the way you remember a wound that has long since healed. The flesh went first, traded away in stages, each cut a small act of worship. Then the early augmetics, judged weak. Then the frames that replaced those, judged weak in turn. The process never reached a stopping point because there was never meant to be one. Improvement is not a goal to the faithful. It is a direction. These three rolled along it until the man was gone and only the doctrine remained, seated in a chassis of tread and shielded plate, breathing through filters where a mouth used to be.

Now they are walls that advance. A Crawl Breaker plants itself where the line would otherwise break and the line does not break. It is a fortress that chose to leave its foundations, a living bulwark that carries a power field broad enough to swallow a whole squad behind it, or a cannon heavy enough to make a dedicated artillery piece redundant. Whatever the cohort lacks that day, the Crawl Breakers become it. Need a gun. Need a shield. Need something that does not retreat. They are the answer to all three.

Do not bring valuable technology near them. This is not advice about the battlefield. It is a warning about proximity. A Crawl Breaker registers a superior component the way a priest registers a relic left unguarded in a heretic’s hands, and it will reach out with one of those long servo-limbs and take what it judges worthy. Your field generator. Your targeting array. The weapon you were rather attached to. It does not steal, in its own understanding. It liberates the machine from an inferior owner and grants it a place in something closer to perfection. You will not get it back. You will, at best, see it again, fused into a chassis that is rolling toward you.

A heavy support choice for any techno-industrial force that needs a model to anchor a line and refuse to leave it. Three multipart bodies, multiple heads and weapon options, on 60 mm bases.

HQ resin miniatures in heroic scale with 60mm Scenic bases.
The miniatures require painting and assembly (use cyanoacrylate superglue only).

RENEGADES OF DECAY BLIGHTBREACHERS – $39.99

IMPORTANT! This set allows you to build RENEGADES OF DECAY BLIGHTBREACHERS.

HQ resin miniatures in heroic scale with 28.5mm Scenic bases.
The miniatures require painting and assembly (use cyanoacrylate superglue only).

RENEGADES OF DECAY BLIGHTGUNNERS POXLINE – $34.99

IMPORTANT! This set allows you to build RENEGADES OF DECAY BLIGHTGUNNERS POXLINE.

HQ resin miniatures in heroic scale with 25mm Scenic bases.
The miniatures require painting and assembly (use cyanoacrylate superglue only).

RENEGADES OF EXCESS DOMINAR – $16.99

He does not kneel. He was never made for it.

Power tastes different at the top of the Excess Cult, and the Dominar has spent a lifetime developing the palate.

There is a particular kind of man the cult produces when it stops pretending to hide. Not a brute. Not a beast half-eaten by mutation. Something worse, because something composed. The Dominar wears his rank the way other men wear scars, and he wears black leather tighter still, lacquered and immaculate, drawn over the body like a second discipline. Do not ask where the hide came from. He enjoys that you wondered.

He is high in the human hierarchy of the cult, one of the few who climbed rather than fell, and he climbed by understanding the single truth the others only flirted with: pleasure is not surrender. Pleasure is the leash held from the correct end. Where lesser devotees melt into sensation and lose themselves, the Dominar takes. He dominates. He has never once in his long, indulgent life offered his throat to anyone, and he never will, and that refusal is itself the thing he worships.

The blade he carries was blessed by the god of lust personally – a writhing, barbed length of metal that seems to ache in the hand, hungry for closeness, for the intimate work of being driven home. It is not a weapon for distance. Nothing about him is for distance. And coiled at his belt waits the whip, his other instrument, which serves three masters with equal devotion: it commands his troops, it corrects his enemies, and in quieter hours it attends to the pleasure of whatever companion has earned his attention that night. He sees no difference between the three. To him, command and cruelty and intimacy were always the same gesture, performed at different volumes.

He stands at the front of his retinue in peaked cap and spiked pauldron, goggles down, jaw set in cold satisfaction, a study in the aesthetics of total control. Every buckle is a statement. Every spike is an invitation he hopes you decline. He does not need to raise his voice. The leather speaks for him, and so does the sword, and the silence afterward is the most honest conversation he ever has.

The Dominar leads from the front because there is no other place worth standing. Everything beneath him is below him. He prefers it that way.

HQ resin miniatures in heroic scale with 28.5mm base.
The miniatures require painting and assembly (use cyanoacrylate superglue only).

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