To most servants of Khorne a skull is a skull, and the tally is measured by its height. The Bloodlords keep a colder, prouder creed: that the Skull Throne is a mountain, and a mountain is crowned only at its summit. This daemon slaughterhost — a haughty aristocracy of bloodthirsters and greater daemons — disdains the harvesting of common soldiery as the labour of lesser hosts, and hunts instead the champions, monsters, and heroes whose deaths alone are fit to lay before the Blood God.
In battle they cut through rank and file not from bloodlust but impatience, hewing a road through the worthless to reach the one foe worth crossing realms for. A hero standing defiant amid a routed army is, to them, the entire purpose of the war; the army is merely in the way. The greatest daemons of the host will spurn a thousand easy kills to duel a single champion of renown, for a skull taken from a nobody weighs nothing on Khorne's scales. The other hosts of the Blades of Khorne mutter that the Blood God cares nothing for the source of the blood — yet when a realm raises a defender too mighty for lesser hosts to break, it is the Bloodlords who are loosed to break him.
Blades of Khorne
Order of battle
The The Bloodlords field the units of the Blades of Khorne — a detachment from the roster:
Kindred formations
Other Blades of Khorne formations
Reapers of VengeanceKhorne's own executioners — a daemon-heavy slaughterhost loosed upon those who have personally offended the Blood God, from oathbreakers to sorcerers who dare steal kills owed to his tally. The Reapers descend without warning and withdraw only when the debt has been paid in heads.
The GoretideThe vast mortal horde of Korghos Khul, which drowned the kingdoms of Aqshy's Great Parch during the Age of Chaos and has never stopped marching. Clad in rust-red plate, the Goretide advances like a wound that will not close, driven onward by their master's hunt for the one skull denied him.
The Skullfiend TribeHeadhunters of the Bloodbound, for whom the taking of skulls is craft, currency, and creed alike. Every warrior of the Skullfiend Tribe competes to heap the highest tally before their god, and their camps bristle with trophy-racks that creak beneath the weight of their devotion.