Haemonculus : Drukhari
Haemonculi are deranged flesh-sculptors that dwell in the dank bowels of Commorragh. They are master torturers, expert poisoners and dark alchemists that are capable of transcending death itself. Their ability to alter the bodies of their victims to create obscene horrors wrought of flesh and bone is an invaluable dark gift, with many of their creations proven to be essential assets when war is waged in realspace.
This 11-piece plastic kit makes one Haemonculus equipped with an array of deadly surgical instruments and a splinter pistol. His body is born aloft by a grotesquely elongated spine, as he drifts across the field of battle with a macabre elegance, gifting a slow and painful death to all those who cross its path.
Haemonculi are deranged flesh-sculptors that dwell in the dank bowels of Commorragh. They are master torturers, expert poisoners and dark alchemists that are capable of transcending death itself. Their ability to alter the bodies of their victims to create obscene horrors wrought of flesh and bone is an invaluable dark gift, with many of their creations proven to be essential assets when war is waged in realspace.
This 11-piece plastic kit makes one Haemonculus equipped with an array of deadly surgical instruments and a splinter pistol. His body is born aloft by a grotesquely elongated spine, as he drifts across the field of battle with a macabre elegance, gifting a slow and painful death to all those who cross its path.
Haemonculi are deranged flesh-sculptors that dwell in the dank bowels of Commorragh. They are master torturers, expert poisoners and dark alchemists that are capable of transcending death itself. Their ability to alter the bodies of their victims to create obscene horrors wrought of flesh and bone is an invaluable dark gift, with many of their creations proven to be essential assets when war is waged in realspace.
This 11-piece plastic kit makes one Haemonculus equipped with an array of deadly surgical instruments and a splinter pistol. His body is born aloft by a grotesquely elongated spine, as he drifts across the field of battle with a macabre elegance, gifting a slow and painful death to all those who cross its path.
