Standing forty-five feet tall, the Gigas is a mechanical work unrivalled across the globe. The construct’s body is roughly humanoid and comprised of interlocking, sandstone plates embossed with forgotten glyphs and dedications to dead deities. Its arms end in three-fingered gauntlets of meteorite metal which are attached to wenches and star-forged chains within the warmachine’s forearms. Its feet are merely wide stumps, not unlike an elephant, scrolled with the bas-relief of a landscape from before recorded history and stained from the countless lives the Gigas has stamped out. Its stone-wings match the eagle-like head between jewel-encrusted shoulders. While the appendages bear no articulation the powerful, forgotten magic etched into each stone pinion allows the truly massive statue to fly. Its head sports a single eye of an impossibly large ruby, and a likewise ludicrous-sized sapphire is inset in the construct’s sternum. The Gigas’s beak is hinged, so it might open it to roar and ...

Bearing an flamberge glinting with leering demon faces, the carnyfex prances into battle with an air of amusement and contempt. The fiend wears an executioner’s hood with a stitched-on grin. The leather is held in place by a rusted prince’s crown. Its wears an purely-ornamental breastplate over a quilted doublet with puff and slash sleeves of cerulean and marigold respectively. Long legs hide in tights of the same two colors with an exaggerated codpiece of the hues juxtaposed. Its scale-flanked hooves are bare and are the only easy clue to his infernal origins. The Prince of Headsmen. Many a tyrant’s foes meet their end under the swift stroke of an executioner’s blade while the bloodthirsty crowd roars. The carnyfex draws energy off of these cruel and untamed mobs; the sort that tear flesh from the condemned as mementoes and dances with the piked head through the streets. He adores actions done for the sake of slaughter which hide under the guise of justice. He languishes in the C...

The risen woman countenance looks as if she was once broken like a mirror and put back together by inexpert hands. Her body doesn't quite fit together correctly and the gaps between are filled with coagulated ectoplasm and shards of black glass. In fact, many slivers of the glass pepper her entire body, the largest of which pierces the apparition where her heart should be. Shattered Sorscha wears a heavily embroidered dress just as tattered as she. The brocade of its cream skirt and bust is fashioned from fingerbones. The sleeves and fluttering train of the attire swirls with otherworldly shadows in which the hungry eyes of specters lurk. Her feet are nothing more than bloody stumps in black, glass slippers. Broken Souls. There once was a spoiled noble child who spent her days admiring herself in a mirror. Princess Sorscha blossomed into a vain, but beautiful woman who wielded her appearance and station with the subtly of an assassin's dagger and the brutality of a barbari...

This fiend resembles a wolfhound in size and the shaggy appearance of its fur. Its face even appears friendly and familiar until hackles draw back from a mouth full of human teeth and a forked tongue. Of course, its sickly yellow fur dotted with ruddy patches, especially around the mouth, speaks to the rabid barons unnatural origins. So to do its hooked, six-fingers claws it has instead of paws. Its blood-red tail is actually a squirm of tangled furless tendrils that can unfurl and lash out like a whip. Most of the time, though, the rabid baron has transformed itself into a normal looking canine, lupine or vulpine to lure its victims in. Man's Worst Friend. The Rabid Baron exists to spread pestilence and madness among mortals. When not tending to its infernal court of barghests, hellhounds and howlers the fiend assumes the shape and demeanor of a friendly dog in ingratiates itself into a mortal family and community. It will carefully spread the Red Sight among local people an...

Caught between woman and wasp, the vespidae is a mechanical chimera animated by an admixture of electricity and fury. The silver gynoid's legs are mostly human in shape, though they end in sharply pointed toes and are lined with self-regenerating barbs of loadstone. A slim wasp-like thorax extends from the vespidae's tailbone, ringed with red-steel circles. Two sets of arms extend from her shapely torso; a human set from the flanks and insectile ones from the shoulder joints. Her head is human for the most part, though it also mandibles cutting from side of her lips and small compound eyes in its sockets. Her antennae are merely a tuning fork and her wings an exquisite construction of silver and conductive gossamer. Glass slivers line the vespidae's ribs, cheeks, and spine. These give a glimpse of the lumpy blend of chitin and exposed muscle floating in charged chemicals. Scientific Mishap. The vespidae never intended to be an abomination encased in a silvery shell....

This undead terror usually moves on all fours despite its bipedal frame. Its skull is cone shaped, ending in a singular, fleshy node at its zenith which contains a collection of alien sensory nerves. While covered with geometric patterns, the creature's head is otherwise featureless. Its shoulder blades flare out like spongy fins, as does its pelvis. These flexible bones allow it to switch from walking on four legs to two and then back again with ease. The marrowborn pawn's ribcage is covered with a regal filagree of tendons that reminds one of a doublet. It also keeps the monster's collection of putrid organs in place. Pitter Patter of Little Bones. The marrowborn pawn's potency stems from two behaviors. It is an ambush predator and rarely attacks alone. The undead thing's fingers and toes are twice as long one might expect and number six on each extremity instead of five. These thin claws are enveloped in sound-dampening mucous. While it leaves noxious drops...

Sculpted from bone, sinew and glistening cartilage, the marrowborn empress is an abomination like no other. As artistic as it is obscene, the undead monster towers are nearly nine-feet tall. The human-like qualities of its lower skull ends just above the nose hole where the bone flares into a latticework crown complete with wet-gristle instead of inset diamonds. Within the miscreation's throat lurks a sinuous tongue ending in a barbed spike, ever-eager to pull a victim closer to the empress. A sheaf of scrimshawed bones cover its torso in the imitation of an over-bust corset. Thought, one can still see down into its ribcage where marrowborn cysts pulsate within a moist, mucous lining. The bottom half of the anathema's body is a series of bone-plates stylized like an ankle-length dress. The marrowborn empress doesn't have ankles, though. Three dozen arachnid-like legs ring the hem. Constructed from phalanges and grey muscle, the collection lets the horror scuttle along with...