A sea of baleful red eyes are visable across the battlefield. Arcane engines belching flame and smoke. Monstrosities that only a madman could have dreamed of. Hordes of Ratkin warriors too numerous to count. The backbone of a Ratkin warhost is a seething mass of hatred, teeth, and claws. Reinforced by the monstrous creations of blightcraft, the armies of the brood mothers have arrived.