The Kruleboyz are a breed of orruk unlike the roaring Ironjawz, lean and scheming things that thrive in the poison-swamps and drowned lowlands of the Mortal Realms. Where other greenskins prize raw muscle, the Kruleboyz prize cunning, and they sneer at the notion of a fair fight. Theirs is a war of ambush and sabotage, of tripwires and rusted hooks and blades smeared with foul venom that rots a wound long after the strike lands.
As part of the sprawling Orruk Warclans, the Kruleboyz muster beneath sadistic Killabosses who reckon a battle won before it begins the only kind worth fighting. They herd shackled beasts, marsh-monsters and swamp-drakes to war, and delight in tormenting captives, dangling the wretched from gibbets to break the nerve of an enemy line.
The Kruleboyz believe themselves the cleverest creatures in the realms, and their swamp-cackling boasts are matched only by their spite. They raid from the mists, poison the wells of free cities, and vanish before retribution can find them. To the peoples of Sigmar they are a creeping dread, a green rot that spreads through the borderlands, patient, venomous and always laughing at some cruel joke only they understand.
The bestiary continues
