PREMIUM COSMETICS

Battle-ready garb for any bold dawi seeking to embody as the stalwart reclaimer of Karak Eight Peaks.

Who can say the last time this wandering dawi last graced the doors of his hold?

Hofni Haraldson defended Karak Eight Peaks to his last breath. There are heroes, even in the dark.

Garb of a dispossessed king, doomed to wander the Worlds Edge Mountain in search of a home he can never reclaim.

It's time to set sail for plunder with the famed slayer pirates. Or it would be, if there was any sign of their ship.

Flowing raiment fit for one who would seek to embrace the grace of the peerless Everqueen of Avelorn.

Cursed armour from distant Naggaroth. The previous owner hasn't a use for it any longer.

Garb of Alvani Silestta, a Chracian White Lion tasked with protecting the ruler of Ulthuan in life or through death.

Sentinel of Athel Loren's wild border, where ancient waystones contain the wrath of hungry trees.

Don the garb of a temple handmaiden of Ellyrian; stern, austere and unflinching before those who would threaten Ulthuan.

Armour and heraldry fit for a King of Bretonnia ... or one who would be thought so.

Glorious raiment worn by a preceptor of the Blazing Sun. Forever a beacon of light and hope.

When wandering the wilds, one should do so in style ... and wearing the odd trophy doesn't hurt.

Armour of a knight charged with carrying Sigmar's message into the distant crusading lands of Araby. Judging by its condition, he was not well received.

Embrace your inner beast and roam the Stirland wilderness as a champion of King Taal.

Cloth and collar designed to transform the wearer into the clear inheritor of the once-supreme patriarch's mantle.

A wizard can conjure the flame for only so long before succumbing to its embrace.

Mariah Holsrieke was famed for bringing light to challenging subjects both philosophical and physical ... many of which burned to ash beneath her scrutiny.

Ensorcelled raiment of a wizard determined to walk the weave of Aqshy. Mostly fireproof, though the same cannot alas be said of the wearer.

Garb fit for the most magmatic of magicians. Unleash the fury of Aqshy in inimitable style.

While to directly imitate the Prophet of Valten would be considered tantamount to heresy, honouring his memory - if only in part - attracts less suspicion.

Practical and cost effective attire for a roving bounty hunter.

Tattered rags once belonging to Gerhardt Wulf, the self-proclaimed Prophet of Sigmar. Welcome on the battlefield, less so in more civilised climes.

Vestments of a Witch Hunter determined to seek out heretics in distant lands. No word of his success (or failure) has ever reached the Empire.

Though the shipwreck drowned your companions, Sigmar has saved you for a higher purpose - one steeped in skaven blood.