Whether it's the result of warp mutation of local fauna, a lesser xenos species, a deformed Tyranid fleet, or something not from this dimension, the ever-growing Skaven threat has begun to spread its dirty claws across the stars. Very little is known about the origins of these creatures, as Imperial records never noted anything similar before M41; some suggest they may be related to the equally devious xenos Stryxis, though this hypothesis is clearly inconclusive. Curiously, Skaven appear to possess previously unseen psychic properties, capable of eroding into ruin everything in their path, even the memory of their existence from the face of the galaxy...

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Few regiments within the Imperial Guard embody brotherhood as deeply as the Vostroyans. Hardened by the brutal training grounds of their devastated industrial homeland, the Vostroyan Firstborn are forged amid smoke, snow, and ruin. By the ancient decree known as the "Offering of the First Born", the eldest son of every Vostroyan family must serve in the Guard. A never-ending penance demanded by the Imperium. This solemn tradition dates back to the Horus Heresy, Vostroya refused to provide regiments to the Emperor, preferring instead to reserve the population in the forges of the world to better arm the imperium. Today, the Vostroyans are renowned for their mastery of urban warfare and winter campaigns, though their discipline and valor make them formidable in any theater of war. Their homeworld is ruled by a committee of Techtriarchs, a fusion of Adeptus Mechanicus Magi and Imperial nobility ensuring an unbreakable bond between Vostroya’s forges, its faith, and its fiercely loyal regiments.

Though humanoid in shape, the Kroot have slender, bird-like forms, with hollow bones crowned by spiny crests that rise and quiver as they sense their surroundings. Guided by their many Shapers, they lead them through the various aspects of life, such as warfare, rituals, travel, and consumption. The food eaten by the Kroot can rapidly evolve their species, as their alien biology allows them to absorb the DNA of flesh and adopt elements of it before digestion. However, this evolution can be a danger; sub-breeds like the Krootox and Kroot Hounds are living reminders of what comes from consuming another creature's essence too deeply, losing one's sentience and transforming into an animal. Sensing the world through pheromones, heat, and instinct, Kroot hunting packs move in unison: an intelligent, ever-evolving organism, bound by blood, hunger, and shamanic beliefs. Encountering them means being hunted not only by predators, but by nature itself.

The true origins of the Menagerie are shrouded in deceit and madness. Most whisper it began on the planet Malfi, there, the corrupt nobility who fell under the angry populus sought to reclaim their lost grandeur, only to encounter the figures known as the Revelators. Beings of impossible insight and promises to aid the nobles. This insight shattered their sanity with horrible truths. What followed is buried by the Inquisition: a year of vanished nobles, mass insanity, and the birth of the Menagerie’s first “performance.” Today, the Menagerie thrives in shadow. To most of the Ordo Malleus, it is a myth, yet its influence festers across the Imperium. The cult preys on scholars, visionaries, and the faithless, drawing them into secret gatherings where forbidden truths are unveiled. Few survive these revelations with their minds intact, but those who do become new Revelators, survivors who wish to expose the cult, but all they do is spread it like a disease. Through acts of orchestrated madness and despair, the Menagerie seeks to erode the boundary between the Warp and the waking world. Its followers move unseen through asylums and slums alike, weaving chaos into every mind they touch. To witness their work is to gaze upon a show where the curtain never falls and where reality itself begins to unravel.