Iron Warriors - Legion Artefacts: Axe of the Forgemaster - That which this cog-toothed axe creates, it can also destroy, for the masters of the Daemon Forges have long had to ensure dominance over their creations with acts of might as well as cunning. An inherent authority over machines bleeds from the metallic skin of this massive greataxe. Such are the energies of unmaking that are bound into this axe's haft that a single blow can turn an adamantium-hulled tank into a pile of rusted scrap. Even xenos war engines simply come apart when struck hard enough, disintegrating with screams of tortured materials.Cranium Malevolus - This iron-clad death's head was once a Servo-skull taken from the Sainted Halls of Terra. Though intended as little more than a trophy, under the ownership of the Iron Warriors it has mutated into a mouthpiece for the mind-shattering language of the soul forges. The coded blurts of Dark Tongue it emits are potent enough to undo the Machine Spirits of enemy technology. Its viral scrapcode chant is so maddening that opposing war engines will spontaneously immolate themselves in order to avoid spending another solar second near the floating, anarchic device.Fleshmetal Exoskeleton - This warrior embodies the maxim "Iron within, Iron without" in a quite literal sense. His body, long ago clad in the fleshmetal so prized by the Eye of Terror's Warpsmiths, has bonded with his protective wargear so that his anatomy is metallic on the inside as well as the outside. A blade that manages to penetrate his armour will blunt itself on the hardened flesh beneath, and the return blow will not be long in coming. Even those enemies that somehow deal the warrior significant damage will see their adversary's cabled muscles reknit in a frenzy of silvered fibres until they are rebuilt as strong as ever.Insidium - This vast suite of bionics was originally implanted to avoid the mutating effects of the Immaterium, but the Warp is fickle. Insidium and its bearer are now a warped host of the Chaos techno-virus. Flesh and bionic alike have melded into a sickening union of mutated horror, while the bearer's disdain for their own corruption rots away at their soul. Nonetheless, a fusion of mortal, daemon and machine has turned them into an unstoppable leviathan.Nest of Mechaserpents - The morass of mechanical tentacles that graces the wearer's back are possessed of an insidious and cruel consciousness. Not in fact a single relic of the Long War, but rather a collection of several small and deadly Daemon Engines, the coil is as spiteful and fierce as any mortal worshipper of Chaos, loyal only to its master. When a worthy foe comes close, the mechatendrils will snake from their master's back to slither quickly across the battleground, whipping around legs, arms and necks to throttle the enemy so that their master might deliver the killing blow.Siegebreaker Mace - Though most of the Iron Warriors' siegemasters batter the enemy's defences to rubble with mercilessly accurate bombardments, there are those who prefer to turn the tide first hand, striding the crater-riddled field without fear. The Siegebreaker Mace is a weapon that has become legendary amongst these bombastic warriors. A vast sphere of dense starmetal bound with sigils of shattering and mounted on the wrist-thick pole of a captured Adeptus Astartes standard, the Siegebreaker Mace was created with acts of destructive symbolism in mind. When swung with sufficient force, it can blast rockcrete walls to scattering shards, allowing the wielder to stomp imperiously through the dusty remnants of a barrier that once seemed insurmountable.Spitespitter - The unbridled hate of this Combi-bolter's various wielders has corrupted its spirit over 10,000 Terran years in the warp. The weapon now bucks with venom from every round that leaves its chamber, an essence of loathing that trails the explosive casing. For each loyal servant of the Corpse Emperor destroyed, this weapon and its wielder make one small step towards victory in the Long War.Techno-Venomous Mechatendrils - The morass of mechanical tentacles that grace the Warpsmith wearer's back are possessed of an insidious and cruel consciousness, for they are a collection of several small and deadly Daemon Engines.Warpbreacher - This complex net of mechatendrils incorporates a large, ivory-toothed claw. Every long incisor has been inscribed with a dozen runes in the Dark Tongue, each symbol no larger than a quill-tip, but potent nonetheless. The wearer of Warpbreacher can use the claw to reach into the Empyrean, plucking a daemon attracted to the carnage of the battlefield from its voyeuristic fugue and thrusting its soul into the corporeal form of a nearby vehicle. Such a favoured mechanism will growl like a living thing as the Chaotic animus within rails against its imprisonment -- to the detriment of all mortal creatures nearby.