The Poisoned Wind Globadiers are the gas-troops of Clan Skryre, scuttling forward behind cracked leather masks and bulbous glass goggles to fling their lethal wares into the enemy ranks. Each carries a satchel of fragile globes filled with a churning green gas distilled from warpstone and worse, and when these shatter against shield or flesh they burst into a choking, corrosive cloud that sears lungs, blisters skin, and drops armoured warriors gagging in their tracks. The globadiers care little for the danger they court, for a dropped globe or a stray breath of the wind kills its handler as readily as any foe, and their own kind give them a wide and nervous berth. They advance ahead of the clanrat masses, lobbing their poison into tight formations where it will do the most hideous work, then retreat coughing behind the horde. Where they pass, the very air becomes a weapon.
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