DARK TUSK – DARK AXE WARRIORS
Once, they were builders.
In ages of quiet and purpose, the Dark Axe Warriors were miners and artisans—masters of stone and steel, whose tireless hands carved the Ringholds from the bones of the earth itself. Guided by the sacred designs of their Gods, they shaped vast halls, unbreakable bastions, and monuments meant to endure for eternity. Their craft was devotion. Their labour is a form of worship.
But that world is gone.
The desecration of their sacred holds, the slaughter of their kin, and the ruin of all they built have twisted these once-proud artisans into something far more dangerous. What remains is no longer calm, no longer measured—it is fury given form. A smouldering hatred burns within them, fed by loss, betrayal, and the memory of what was taken.
Now, the tools of creation have become instruments of destruction.
Once, they were builders.
In ages of quiet and purpose, the Dark Axe Warriors were miners and artisans—masters of stone and steel, whose tireless hands carved the Ringholds from the bones of the earth itself. Guided by the sacred designs of their Gods, they shaped vast halls, unbreakable bastions, and monuments meant to endure for eternity. Their craft was devotion. Their labour is a form of worship.
But that world is gone.
The desecration of their sacred holds, the slaughter of their kin, and the ruin of all they built have twisted these once-proud artisans into something far more dangerous. What remains is no longer calm, no longer measured—it is fury given form. A smouldering hatred burns within them, fed by loss, betrayal, and the memory of what was taken.
Now, the tools of creation have become instruments of destruction.
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BLUE LOTUS EATERS
Drawn to the whispering winds of the Lotus Peaks, the Blue Lotus Eaters are mystics who have bound their very essence to the element of air. Through the ritual ingestion of the rare blue lotus—grown only upon the mist-veiled slopes below the sacred heights—they unlock a heightened communion with the skies, perceiving currents unseen and shaping the breath of the world itself.To them, air is not merely wind—it is a living force, a weapon, a shield, and a path.In times of peace, their powers are studied and refined in quiet. But in war, they become something far more formidable. With a gesture, they can summon gales beneath a clear sky, turning calm horizons into roaring tempests. Entire battlefields bend to their will as hurricane-force winds tear through enemy ranks, scattering formations and breaking the resolve of even the most steadfast foes.
Their mastery extends beyond destruction. Veils of shifting air conceal advancing armies, masking movements with swirling mists and distorted light.
Drawn to the whispering winds of the Lotus Peaks, the Blue Lotus Eaters are mystics who have bound their very essence to the element of air. Through the ritual ingestion of the rare blue lotus—grown only upon the mist-veiled slopes below the sacred heights—they unlock a heightened communion with the skies, perceiving currents unseen and shaping the breath of the world itself.To them, air is not merely wind—it is a living force, a weapon, a shield, and a path.In times of peace, their powers are studied and refined in quiet. But in war, they become something far more formidable. With a gesture, they can summon gales beneath a clear sky, turning calm horizons into roaring tempests. Entire battlefields bend to their will as hurricane-force winds tear through enemy ranks, scattering formations and breaking the resolve of even the most steadfast foes.
Their mastery extends beyond destruction. Veils of shifting air conceal advancing armies, masking movements with swirling mists and distorted light.
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BLACKBLOOD GOBLIN RIPPER-BEAST ARCHERS
In the ever-shifting tides of war within the Empire, innovation is often born from necessity—and cunning minds. It was Raj Muad who first envisioned a new kind of terror to accompany the rising prominence of the Lancer units: swift, mounted archers who could strike without warning and vanish before retribution could find them. Thus were the Ripper-Beast Archers unleashed upon the battlefield.
Drawn from the savage ranks of the Blackblood Goblins, these warriors are as ruthless as they are unpredictable. Mounted upon snarling, sinewy Ripper-Beasts—creatures bred for speed, aggression, and unrelenting pursuit—they become a living storm of motion and death. Beast and rider share a brutal symbiosis, guided by instinct, hunger, and the thrill of the hunt.
They do not hold the line. They do not wait.
Instead, they circle the battlefield like predators, always just beyond reach.
#Chronopia #Blackblood #Goblin #RipperBeast
In the ever-shifting tides of war within the Empire, innovation is often born from necessity—and cunning minds. It was Raj Muad who first envisioned a new kind of terror to accompany the rising prominence of the Lancer units: swift, mounted archers who could strike without warning and vanish before retribution could find them. Thus were the Ripper-Beast Archers unleashed upon the battlefield.
Drawn from the savage ranks of the Blackblood Goblins, these warriors are as ruthless as they are unpredictable. Mounted upon snarling, sinewy Ripper-Beasts—creatures bred for speed, aggression, and unrelenting pursuit—they become a living storm of motion and death. Beast and rider share a brutal symbiosis, guided by instinct, hunger, and the thrill of the hunt.
They do not hold the line. They do not wait.
Instead, they circle the battlefield like predators, always just beyond reach.
#Chronopia #Blackblood #Goblin #RipperBeast
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DEMON WINGS
Where armies march, death follows—and where death lingers, so too come the scavengers.
Among the most feared of these are the Demon Wings, vile predators that descend upon the battlefield not out of duty or honour, but for the thrill of the hunt. Drawn to suffering like carrion birds to rot, they stalk the wounded, the broken, and the fleeing, revelling in the helplessness of their prey. For them, war is not a cause—it is a feast.
Serving within the ranks of the Devout, the Demon Wings embody cruelty without restraint. They are not creatures of great strength or cunning alone, but of instinct and hunger, and in numbers they become a terror that few can withstand. They gather in shrieking packs, circling high above the chaos before plunging downward in a frenzy of claws, wings, and serrated steel.
Their weapons—long, barbed spears—are instruments of both slaughter and capture. With chilling precision, they strike from above, impaling their victims and wrenching them from the ground.
Where armies march, death follows—and where death lingers, so too come the scavengers.
Among the most feared of these are the Demon Wings, vile predators that descend upon the battlefield not out of duty or honour, but for the thrill of the hunt. Drawn to suffering like carrion birds to rot, they stalk the wounded, the broken, and the fleeing, revelling in the helplessness of their prey. For them, war is not a cause—it is a feast.
Serving within the ranks of the Devout, the Demon Wings embody cruelty without restraint. They are not creatures of great strength or cunning alone, but of instinct and hunger, and in numbers they become a terror that few can withstand. They gather in shrieking packs, circling high above the chaos before plunging downward in a frenzy of claws, wings, and serrated steel.
Their weapons—long, barbed spears—are instruments of both slaughter and capture. With chilling precision, they strike from above, impaling their victims and wrenching them from the ground.
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Troll Deathseeker
The path of the Deathseeker is not merely a choice—it is a renunciation, a severing of all ties that bind a soul to the warmth of life. Those who walk it abandon kin, memory, and hope, casting aside the fragile comforts of the living as one might shed a worn and tattered cloak. They become something other, something hollowed and reforged in the shadow of inevitability.
A Deathseeker does not fear death, nor do they await it with quiet resignation. They pursue it.
To them, death is not an end, but a prize—an exalted culmination worthy only of the fiercest struggle. Every breath they take is a step closer to that final, glorious moment; every battle is a proving ground upon which they test their worth against fate itself. They do not seek survival. They seek a legend worthy of their last heartbeat.
On the battlefield, a Troll Deathseeker is a force of dreadful resolve. They charge where others falter, stand where others break, and laugh where others despair.
The path of the Deathseeker is not merely a choice—it is a renunciation, a severing of all ties that bind a soul to the warmth of life. Those who walk it abandon kin, memory, and hope, casting aside the fragile comforts of the living as one might shed a worn and tattered cloak. They become something other, something hollowed and reforged in the shadow of inevitability.
A Deathseeker does not fear death, nor do they await it with quiet resignation. They pursue it.
To them, death is not an end, but a prize—an exalted culmination worthy only of the fiercest struggle. Every breath they take is a step closer to that final, glorious moment; every battle is a proving ground upon which they test their worth against fate itself. They do not seek survival. They seek a legend worthy of their last heartbeat.
On the battlefield, a Troll Deathseeker is a force of dreadful resolve. They charge where others falter, stand where others break, and laugh where others despair.
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MOUNTED KNIGHTS
Among the Firstborn, there are warriors—and then there are legends. The Mounted Knights stand firmly among the latter: paragons of discipline, strength, and martial mastery, forged through years of relentless training in the art of war from horseback. From their earliest days, they are bound to their steeds, learning to fight as one—rider and mount united in purpose, speed, and deadly precision.
When they appear upon the battlefield, their arrival is not subtle. It is thunder. It is glory. It is hope made manifest.
Across the lines of the Imperial Army, their presence is met with resounding cheers and cries of triumph, for where the Mounted Knights ride, victory often follows. Clad in radiant armour that gleams even beneath bloodied skies, the most affluent among them take to war atop magnificent destriers—powerful warhorses bred for strength, endurance, and ferocity. These are no mere mounts, but trained instruments of war, capable of trampling, biting, and striking with brutal efficiency.
Among the Firstborn, there are warriors—and then there are legends. The Mounted Knights stand firmly among the latter: paragons of discipline, strength, and martial mastery, forged through years of relentless training in the art of war from horseback. From their earliest days, they are bound to their steeds, learning to fight as one—rider and mount united in purpose, speed, and deadly precision.
When they appear upon the battlefield, their arrival is not subtle. It is thunder. It is glory. It is hope made manifest.
Across the lines of the Imperial Army, their presence is met with resounding cheers and cries of triumph, for where the Mounted Knights ride, victory often follows. Clad in radiant armour that gleams even beneath bloodied skies, the most affluent among them take to war atop magnificent destriers—powerful warhorses bred for strength, endurance, and ferocity. These are no mere mounts, but trained instruments of war, capable of trampling, biting, and striking with brutal efficiency.
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From the torn Vortexes of the Dusk Realm come out Devout - horned, towering avatars of the Dark One's will. Living battering rams of ruin, they charge without fear or mercy, breaking armies and cities alike. They are not alive. They are war itself. #chronopia #grimdark #wargaming
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The Silver Lotus blooms in the frozen peaks—granting Elven Lotus-Eaters dominion over eternal winter. ❄️ They summon blizzards, raise ice walls, and call forth ancient Ice Golems to crush their foes. To wield it is to become the cold itself. #Chronopia #DarkFantasy
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Orc Assault Warriors
Across the war-torn fields where iron clashes and beasts thunder, the Orc Assault Warriors surge like a living storm. Swift in their advance and ruthless in their purpose, they form unbreakable ranks that shatter cavalry charges and tear through even the most disciplined lines. Forged in countless battles and hardened by raw, brutal experience, these warriors embody the pinnacle of Orcish might—unyielding, relentless, and born for conquest.
Yet they are no ordinary soldiers of the Empire. From among the countless hosts of Satraps and Emirs, it is they who have been chosen to stand at the very heart of the forces loyal to Emperor Nizar himself. As his household guard, they surpass all others in both training and equipment, and their loyalty never wavers. Where others fight for glory or gold, they fight as the living embodiment of the Emperor’s will.
Where the Assault Warriors appear, the fate of battles is decided—and their march is etched not only in history, but in legend.
Across the war-torn fields where iron clashes and beasts thunder, the Orc Assault Warriors surge like a living storm. Swift in their advance and ruthless in their purpose, they form unbreakable ranks that shatter cavalry charges and tear through even the most disciplined lines. Forged in countless battles and hardened by raw, brutal experience, these warriors embody the pinnacle of Orcish might—unyielding, relentless, and born for conquest.
Yet they are no ordinary soldiers of the Empire. From among the countless hosts of Satraps and Emirs, it is they who have been chosen to stand at the very heart of the forces loyal to Emperor Nizar himself. As his household guard, they surpass all others in both training and equipment, and their loyalty never wavers. Where others fight for glory or gold, they fight as the living embodiment of the Emperor’s will.
Where the Assault Warriors appear, the fate of battles is decided—and their march is etched not only in history, but in legend.
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MANX-SKULL CHAMPION WITH NOBLE SHIELD BEARERS
Among the ancient customs of the Horned One Clan Legions, none is more sacred than the Rite of the Noble Shield. When a Manx-Skull Champion marches forth from his Ringhold, he does not tread the earth beside lesser warriors. Instead, he is borne aloft upon a great iron-bound shield carried by his most trusted officers — scarred Noble veterans whose loyalty has been proven through countless battles and rivers of blood. As the Legion gathers beneath roaring war horns and the thunderous clash of spear against shield, the Champion is raised above his warriors as the living embodiment of the Ringhold’s strength, pride, and unbreakable will. And when the campaign is done, the rite is repeated once more, for he shall return upon that same shield — either standing victorious above his enemies or laid upon it in death.
#Chronopia #DarkFantasy #GrimDark #Wargaming #Tabletop #d20 #Dwarf #manxskull #champion #shieldbearer
Among the ancient customs of the Horned One Clan Legions, none is more sacred than the Rite of the Noble Shield. When a Manx-Skull Champion marches forth from his Ringhold, he does not tread the earth beside lesser warriors. Instead, he is borne aloft upon a great iron-bound shield carried by his most trusted officers — scarred Noble veterans whose loyalty has been proven through countless battles and rivers of blood. As the Legion gathers beneath roaring war horns and the thunderous clash of spear against shield, the Champion is raised above his warriors as the living embodiment of the Ringhold’s strength, pride, and unbreakable will. And when the campaign is done, the rite is repeated once more, for he shall return upon that same shield — either standing victorious above his enemies or laid upon it in death.
#Chronopia #DarkFantasy #GrimDark #Wargaming #Tabletop #d20 #Dwarf #manxskull #champion #shieldbearer
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Many skeletons are raised from whatever human remains lie nearest to the dark sorcery that awakens them — the graves of humble farmers, fallen laborers, or nameless peasants long forgotten by time. Unlike the skeletal champions of ancient wars, these wretched dead rarely bear weapons of true worth. Most clutch little more than rust-eaten swords, shattered tools, or crude makeshift clubs fashioned from splintered wood and bone.
Behind these shambling hordes stand the Devout Necromancers, fanatical servants utterly consumed by the will of the Dark One. To them, no sacrifice is too great and no act too vile if it spreads their master’s shadow across the realms of the living. They scour battlefields, desecrate sacred tombs, and bend the dead into mockeries of life, using every corpse, every soul, and every forbidden rite to strengthen the coming tide of darkness.
#Chronopia #Devout #Undead #Skeletal #Warrior #Wargame #GrimDark #DarkFantasy #TableTop #D20
Behind these shambling hordes stand the Devout Necromancers, fanatical servants utterly consumed by the will of the Dark One. To them, no sacrifice is too great and no act too vile if it spreads their master’s shadow across the realms of the living. They scour battlefields, desecrate sacred tombs, and bend the dead into mockeries of life, using every corpse, every soul, and every forbidden rite to strengthen the coming tide of darkness.
#Chronopia #Devout #Undead #Skeletal #Warrior #Wargame #GrimDark #DarkFantasy #TableTop #D20
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Operation: Mirror of the Past.
The main goal of this initiative is to digitally preserve the entire Chronopia miniature range (both 1st and 2nd edition) and make it available once again as STL files and high-quality 3D printouts.
Whether you are looking to fill the gaps in your original collection or rebuild an army from the ground up, Operation: Mirror of the Past will offer something for every Chronopia fan.
Players will once again be able to bring the classic miniature range onto the battlefield and use these iconic models in the current edition of the game.
We cannot wait to see Grand Army-scale battles return to tabletops around the world.
More information coming soon.
The main goal of this initiative is to digitally preserve the entire Chronopia miniature range (both 1st and 2nd edition) and make it available once again as STL files and high-quality 3D printouts.
Whether you are looking to fill the gaps in your original collection or rebuild an army from the ground up, Operation: Mirror of the Past will offer something for every Chronopia fan.
Players will once again be able to bring the classic miniature range onto the battlefield and use these iconic models in the current edition of the game.
We cannot wait to see Grand Army-scale battles return to tabletops around the world.
More information coming soon.
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TORMENTED
The Tormented are among the most horrifying beings of the Dusk Realm — former servants who failed the Dark One and were condemned to eternal suffering. They exist in constant agony, their tortured cries spreading fear across the battlefield. Maddened by pain and desperate for release, the Tormented charge blindly into enemy lines with savage fury, seeking slaughter in the hope that each kill might grant them a brief escape from their torment. Their presence is a grim reminder that in the Dusk Realm, death is not always a mercy.
#Chronopia #Devout #Demon #Tormented #Warrior #Wargame #GrimDark #DarkFantasy #TableTop #D20
The Tormented are among the most horrifying beings of the Dusk Realm — former servants who failed the Dark One and were condemned to eternal suffering. They exist in constant agony, their tortured cries spreading fear across the battlefield. Maddened by pain and desperate for release, the Tormented charge blindly into enemy lines with savage fury, seeking slaughter in the hope that each kill might grant them a brief escape from their torment. Their presence is a grim reminder that in the Dusk Realm, death is not always a mercy.
#Chronopia #Devout #Demon #Tormented #Warrior #Wargame #GrimDark #DarkFantasy #TableTop #D20
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Clad in solemn vestments etched with the decrees of forgotten kings, the Judges of the Seven Towers walk the war-torn realms as living embodiments of divine law and unyielding judgment. Born from the ashes of the Devout betrayal, their sacred order was forged to ensure that treachery would never again poison the heart of the faithful unchecked. Each Judge carries the revered Book of Law chained to their side, while in their iron grasp rests the dreaded double-headed Truthbringer axe — a weapon not merely of execution, but of revelation, for it is whispered that no lie can survive beneath its shadow. Wherever these grim arbiters tread, generals fall silent, heretics tremble behind barred doors, and even hardened warriors avert their eyes, for the Judges are not men who seek glory or mercy; they are the final sentence given flesh, cold and inexorable as the tolling of a funeral bell.
#Chronopia #Firstborn #Judge #Warrior #Wargame #GrimDark #DarkFantasy #TableTop
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Under banners slick with gore and glory ride the ORC KUTARA LANCERS, the savage nobility of the Blood Throne, mounted upon ravenous Kutaras. Clad in barbaric finery stolen from conquered kings and adorned with crimson silks, brass trophies, these flamboyant warriors thunder into battle amidst deafening war cries and cruel laughter, revelling in slaughter as though it were a sacred feast. Though wild in temperament and brutal beyond reason, the Lancers are bound by an unbreakable code of loyalty to the Throne of Blood, forever striving to prove their worth through impossible feats of courage and catastrophic charges that shatter shield walls like dry timber before a storm. Wherever their blood-soaked standards appear, terror follows, for the coming of the Kutara Lancers heralds not merely war, but a glorious massacre from which few survive and none emerge unchanged.
#Chronopia #Blackblood #Orc #Kutara #Lancer #Warrior #Wargame #GrimDark #DarkFantasy
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In the scarred training yards of Chronopia’s war-torn barracks stands the grim Training Dummy — a silent veteran stitched from hardened leather, bound to a splintered post, and armoured with the broken trophies of fallen warriors. Recruits are driven against it from dawn until the last ember of dusk, striking its shield until their arms tremble and their blades splinter. Arrows are loosed into its battered frame so archers learn precision beneath pressure, while young soldiers practice shield rushes and brutal spear thrusts against its unyielding form. Veteran drillmasters often decorate the dummy with captured helms and enemy insignias, forcing warriors to imagine the face of a true foe before them. In the muddy barracks yards, surrounded by shouted commands and the clash of steel, the dummy becomes more than wood and cloth — it is the first enemy every soldier must conquer before earning the right to stand upon a real battlefield.
#Chronopia #Blackblood #Devout #Firstborn #Dwarves #Elves #Orc #Dummy
#Chronopia #Blackblood #Devout #Firstborn #Dwarves #Elves #Orc #Dummy
The Swordsmen Legions form the backbone of the Horned Ones Clan armies, serving as dependable line infantry in countless wars fought beneath the banners of the Ringholds. Heavily armoured by the standards of most realms, these disciplined warriors march to battle clad in thick mail and iron plate, carrying sturdy shields and broad dwarven blades forged in the deep halls of their ancestors. Though not renowned for reckless charges or glorious heroics, the Swordsmen are respected for their endurance, discipline, and unyielding resolve. Once ordered to hold a gate, tunnel, or fortified position, they fight with grim determination, refusing to yield ground even against overwhelming odds. Patient, stubborn, and relentless, the Horned Legion’s Swordsmen embody the enduring strength for which the dwarves are feared across Chronopia.
#Chronopia #DarkFantasy #Miniatures #TabletopGaming #FantasyArt #wargaming #wargame #Dwarves #HornedOnes #Legion #Swordsman #Warrior
#Chronopia #DarkFantasy #Miniatures #TabletopGaming #FantasyArt #wargaming #wargame #Dwarves #HornedOnes #Legion #Swordsman #Warrior
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Vile and opportunistic, the Blood Hunters are especially brutal brigands who willingly abandoned their Firstborn families to serve the cause of the Dark One. Lightly armed and armoured, these roaming bands haunt the lands bordering the domains of the Prophets who employ them, searching for victims to capture and sacrifice. Through these bloody offerings, they hope to earn the Dark One’s favour and rise above their wretched existence as scavengers and outcasts.
In times of war, Blood Hunters act as scouts and raiders for the Prophets, striking lightly defended positions with ruthless efficiency.
#Chronopia #Hunt #Devout #Blood #Hunter #Warrior #Wargame #GrimDark #DarkFantasy #TableTop #D20 #Wargaming #Miniatures
In times of war, Blood Hunters act as scouts and raiders for the Prophets, striking lightly defended positions with ruthless efficiency.
#Chronopia #Hunt #Devout #Blood #Hunter #Warrior #Wargame #GrimDark #DarkFantasy #TableTop #D20 #Wargaming #Miniatures
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Muhar Zohal is a loyal pack creature often accompanying Orc Alchemists on their journeys, carrying rare ingredients, fragile vials, and mysterious brews used in the creation of Magical Potions. Calm and resilient by nature, these hardy beasts are capable of crossing the harshest wastelands of Chronopia, following their masters wherever knowledge and alchemy are needed in the service of war.
#Chronopia #DarkFantasy #Miniatures #TabletopGaming #FantasyArt #wargaming #wargame #Blackblood #Orc #MuharZohal #GrimDark
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