Human
The baseline soul of the Imperium: guardsmen, hive scum, voidborn, shrine-world zealots, nobles, scribes, criminals, and ordinary people thrown into extraordinary horror.
Choose what kind of warrior, survivor, monster, zealot, or weapon you want to become. Bolt & Blade begins with the Imperium, but the galaxy is vast, hateful, ancient, and full of things that were never meant to share the same battlefield.
Version 1.0 focuses on Imperial character options: ordinary humans, augmented servants of the Machine Cult, and transhuman warriors built for war. Future expansions will open the door to xenos, heretics, raiders, ancient machines, and stranger things that should probably never be allowed near a character sheet.
The baseline soul of the Imperium: guardsmen, hive scum, voidborn, shrine-world zealots, nobles, scribes, criminals, and ordinary people thrown into extraordinary horror.
A human shaped by forge-world doctrine, Mechanicus rites, cybernetic augmentation, machine worship, and cold industrial purpose.
A gene-forged angel of war. Stronger, larger, and more heavily armed than ordinary humans, built to survive battles that erase entire regiments.
Graceful, deadly, and haunted by the ruins of a dying empire. Masters of speed, precision, prophecy, and impossible elegance.
Cruel raiders from the dark between stars, thriving on speed, terror, pain, and the suffering of those too slow to escape.
Violent, loud, impossible to discourage, and happiest when the galaxy is exploding around them. Orks turn war into a lifestyle.
A young, ambitious empire built on ranged doctrine, advanced technology, battlefield coordination, and absolute faith in the Greater Good.
Lean, predatory xenos trackers known for adaptation, fieldcraft, ambushes, and a deeply practical approach to survival.
Deathless metal tyrants from a forgotten age, awakening from tomb worlds with weapons older than human civilization.
Stubborn, heavily armed, oath-driven descendants of ancient human stock, bound by kinship, grudges, industry, and the wisdom of machine ancestors.
Part human, part xenos nightmare. A hidden blade inside civilization, built for conspiracy, uprising, and the day the sky answers.
A human who has turned from Imperial law toward forbidden gods, dark promises, desperate freedom, or damnation dressed as truth.
A corrupted angel of war, ancient and hateful, bearing the gifts and scars of rebellion, mutation, and ten thousand years of murder.
A mortal body carrying something that should never have been invited inside. Powerful, unstable, and dangerous to everyone nearby.