Death Guard: Deathshroud Bodyguard Gamers Grass Basing Bits loudly demanding that the enemy’s

loudly demanding that the enemy’s finest face them in single combat

driven by little more than destruction and despoilment for their own amusement

If for any reason rust paint has dried onto a brush

prehensile arms and cables dragging along behind him

Designed with an ultra-fine point

Death Guard: Deathshroud Bodyguard Gamers Grass Basing Bits loudly demanding that the enemy’sThe Pale Harvestmen; the Scythes of Nurgle; the Eyes of Mortarion. The elite warriors of the Deathshroud go by many names, and every one is redolent with a miasma of fear and menace. Swollen with unnatural power, the Deathshroud tower over their enemies. Rusted gauntlets and squirming tentacles clutch huge battle scythes known as manreapers, cursed weapons that slice heads from shoulders and limbs from torsos with every swing. Clouds of plague flies