Alchemite Warforgers are specialist wizards who wield the raw energies of Chamon. As muscular and sweaty as any mundane blacksmith, these mages pluck glowing runecubes from their crucibles, channelling metallurgic magic to destroy their foes. Their arcane alchemy can change the properties of not only metal, but reality itself.
Ash Waste Nomads have inhabited the Great Equatorial Wastes for as long as anyone can remember. Unlike the outcasts and scavvies, these rugged survivors are born to the wastes, adapted to life in a desolate and deadly environment. Eschewing vehicles, which require fixed workshops and extensive maintenance, the Ash Waste Nomads instead tame the macro-insects that live in the wastes. Known as Dustback Helamites, these creatures can swiftly skitter across the shifting dunes, bearing skilled riders to provide loping speed and devastating hitting power on raids.
Ash Waste Nomads have inhabited the Great Equatorial Wastes for as long as anyone can remember. Unlike the outcasts and scavvies, these rugged survivors are born to the wastes, adapted to life in a desolate and deadly environment. Their ragged clothes, rebreather masks, and scavenged weaponry strike terror into the denizens of the hive cities – a fearsome reputation the Nomads exploit as they raid caravans crossing the wastes, seizing sustenance and equipment.
The Cities of Sigmar are embattled metropolises founded by free mortals across every one of the realms. These disparate alliances of humans, duardin, aelves, and even ogors battle not only to survive, but to muster grand expeditions and establish new strongholds in Sigmar’s name. They fight with blade and bolt, wonders of military technology, and blistering storms of magic. Above all, the Cities of Sigmar win their wars through sheer indomitable spirit. Whether defending their hard-won fortress-cities or marching into the wilderness as a Dawnbringer Crusade, they spend their lives to relight the dying embers of civilisation.
The Idoneth Deepkin are a mysterious race of aelves who dwell within the oceans of the Mortal Realms, emerging from their watery seclusion to plunder the souls of land-dwellers – a grim harvest upon which their very survival depends.
The Guild of Coin rules the roads of Necromunda. They transport material between hives and, for a hefty price, they'll even smuggle weapons and people. Crossing the arid, violent, and irradiated ash wastes is a risky business, so the guild employs convoys of Cargo-8 Rideghaulers. These hulking vehicles are perfect for traversing the dunes thanks to their massive wheels and sturdy engines, hauling trailers of armoured containers and transport carriages across the Great Equatorial Wastes, but their true appeal comes from their modularity – it takes little effort to outfit one with enough guns to make it a mobile fortress, ready to repel gang ambushes and raids.
The Guild of Coin rules the roads of Necromunda. They transport material between hives and, for a hefty price, they'll even smuggle weapons and people. Crossing the arid, violent, and irradiated ash wastes is a risky business, so the guild employs convoys of Cargo-8 Rideghaulers. These hulking vehicles are perfect for traversing the dunes thanks to their massive wheels and sturdy engines, and can be easily outfitted with guns to fend off raiders and rivals. Hooked up to its chain of transport beds, a Ridgehauler resembles a true land train, hauling trailers of armoured containers and transport carriages across the Great Equatorial Wastes.
Way-Brethren are the outriders of the Redemption’s wasteland crusades. Mounted on mechanical Ridge Walkers, these tireless pilgrims range ahead of the teeming masses of the faithful, blazing a trail between the shrines and holy sites of Necromunda's ash wastes for those that follow. Ridge Walkers are hardy engine-steeds that turn the Way-Brethren into swift and deadly combatants, capable of charging down foes or bullying through enemy lines with almost knightly vigour.
Deep in the city of Excelsis lie several wards sealed off on pain of death, areas forever blighted by Tzeentchian sorceries left in the wake of the traitor Ortam Vermyre's uprising.
The Cities of Sigmar are bastions of light and hope in realms embattled by darkness. With faith and overwhelming firepower, their mortal armies fight back against the fiend, the monster, and the wraith. Following the bellowed commands of veteran officers, lines of hard-slogging infantry grimly set their shields to repel the enemy's assault while formations of armoured cavalry sweep forth to claim glorious victory in the God-King's name.
Most Darkling Covens centre around a single powerful Sorceress; these despots may have apprentice spellcasters and captains, but their rule is absolute. Such is the supernatural charisma of the mistress of a Darkling Coven that almost anyone might fall under her spell.
Cutters are fast, agile jetbikes, reflecting House Escher's preference for deadly speed over brutish durability. Borne across the skies of the ash wastes by a staggeringly powerful engine, Cutters are seldom the stablest or safest of rides – but leave any rivals choking on clouds of dust and trails of corrosive chem-exhaust. Soaring over obstacles and barricades, a descending Cutter can slice through the enemies of the House of Blades with a hail of gunfire, then jink away before the foe can respond.