They were never meant to still be here. The armies that built them are gone, the wars they were made for long swallowed by The Creeping Death, and yet here they stand, rusted and rope-bound and leaning against battlements that should have crumbled years ago. Whoever finds them inherits something unpredictable and savage, a single shot that could end the game or end the operator. The Bombard shakes the ground beneath its target and on its best day brings the terrain down with it. The Ballista does not scatter or guess. It picks a man and drives a bolt through him with enough force to carry everything behind him off the edge. The Catapult does not need to see you. It arcs over cover, over walls, over every careful position your opponent spent the game building, and lands where it wants. Together they are not reliable. They are not fair. They are the kind of advantage that changes a battle in a single roll, for better or worse, and every Doom Company that has ever spotted one on a parapet has had to decide whether the risk was worth it. It always looks worth it. Includes the Bombard, Ballista, and Catapult minis. Comes unpainted.
