
A stub revolver of such fine craftsmanship and striking design is rarely seen in the hands of anyone walking the streets of Tertium's lower hive districts.

Said to have been fashioned for a member of the noble House Margrave, this exquisite pistol marks the bearer of a person of noble bearing. Or a thief.

An ornate pattern adorning the uniforms and equipment of the Skitarii of Magos Xaulus Sigma-9, several consignments of such elaborate wargear have made their way from Xaulus' forges as a mark of glory to the Machine God.

This camo pattern was last utilised amidst the sweltering rust-dunes of Megiddio Septima, where a joint battleforce formed of the Moebian 55th and the 6th Pyran Dragoons fought the Aeldari for control of a vast cache of archeotech.

A weapon of cold purpose and fiery retribution.

A storied blade that has seen action in many a liberation war.

The darkened blade speaks of clandestine operations and fell motives.

When it's time for snow-clearing duty, having an ogryn wielding one of these on your team is handy.

The standard wargear designation for regiments fighting on what is now Messelina Gloriana, during the Absolution Campaign. The name was taken from the colouration of the planet's deadly flora, Vermillion Nightshade – a plant long since scoured from the world's surface to make way for Saint Messelina's many temples and pavilions.

Pride in one's appearance brings one closer to the Emperor's glory. Let your pristine uniform be a beacon like unto His light. Let the enemy see his final moments reflected in the shine of your boots. - Colonel Reinecker, 237th Mordian Siege Regiment

Pride in one's appearance brings one closer to the Emperor's glory. Let your pristine uniform be a beacon like unto His light. Let the enemy see his final moments reflected in the shine of your boots. - Colonel Reinecker, 237th Mordian Siege Regiment

Mortis Operatives are a secret cadre within Grendyl's warband, and you aren't cleared for that information.

Ogryns and explosives are an uncertain mix. No one's seen Ogg in a while, and this weapon was thoroughly caked in ash and blood when it was recovered.

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This old girl's seen you through countless hours of back-breaking toil. Three new handles and a couple of new blades and she's just kept smashing rocks. These heretics will be a nice change.

Some older sharpshooters in the regiment swear by old-fashioned iron sights, claiming any augmented targeting is inferior to their sharply honed eyesight.

The heavy wear speaks to many years of service. Few guardsmen feel truly comfortable in an active warzone without one of these in their wargear.

This pistol has been in the hands of the Sandfleas for generations. Its pattern has started to wear out, but the years have had no impact on its effectiveness.

A distinct and vibrant design hints that this blade's original purpose was purely ceremonial. However, years of dried blood in the hilt's crevices speak to a different history.

This simple forest camo pattern emerged from the Ichabod Campaign, after the Moebian 71st and the Catachan XII and XIX spent almost six Terran months embroiled in vicious close-quarter fighting against a greenskin horde.

This simple forest camo pattern emerged from the Ichabod Campaign, after the Moebian 71st and the Catachan XII and XIX spent almost six Terran months embroiled in vicious close-quarter fighting against a greenskin horde.

A more sophisticated blade than the machete-like “scalpers” that are so ubiquitous among the soldiers of the Armageddon Ork Hunters.

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It’s always “Dakka this!” and “Dakka that!” with the orks. Payback here’s designed to give them more “Dakka” than they can handle.

A highly effective colouration, said to be a perfect match for the deadly toxvenom plant of Phade, a war-torn death world in the Moebian Fringe.