With the opening of the Great Rift, the planet of Necromunda is plunged into lawless darkness. As factions vie for control, an assassination brings House Helmawr to its knees – opening a power vacuum that may doom the whole planet. Choose your side in the Succession campaign, and fight for the right to rule.
A breed of forest spirit only recently-emerged into the ranks of the Sylvaneth, the Gossamid Archers are afforded the power of flight by the zephyrwing spites that clasp their torsos. With impressive speed and mobility, the Archers fly to wherever they're needed on the battlefield, swooping low to shoot at the enemy and evading counter-assaults with a swarm of insectile distractions. A gruesome fate awaits any struck by the shafts fired by these symbiotic skirmishers – the arrowheads contain voracious grubs that devour the target from within.
The Spiterider Lancers are Alarielle's elite cavalry, mounted upon agile Dragonspites whose bodies thrum with the energies of Life. Taming one of these ancient insectoid predators is a quest in itself – their forest spirit riders deftly swoop and whirl above the battlefield before suddenly diving into a charge, striking the enemy lines with shocking force. The enemies of the Everqueen are left with nowhere to hide when the Spiterider Lancers are unleashed from the vales.
Strange and fey are the Sylvaneth, children of the life goddess Alarielle. These forest spirits have long dwelt in the woods of the Mortal Realms, protecting places of power from malign trespassers and the warping touch of Chaos. As the effects of the Everqueen’s Rite of Life are felt across the cosmos, the Sylvaneth find themselves once more on the offensive. With vital sorcery, enchanted blade, and oaken talon, they will ensure that the power of their goddess’s great ritual takes hold across all lands.
Beyond the choking hive cities of Necromunda lie the ash wastes – sprawling outlands plagued by unpredictable weather and vicious beasts, where gangs of prospectors and nomads eke out a precipitous existence between polluted dunes and radioactive skies. Ferried across the rolling roads of this desolate expanse atop a dizzying variety of roaring vehicles, these gangs clash over mining spots, weapons caches, and convoys of precious goods in high-octane skirmishes where anything can happen.
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.
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 Squat clans of Necromunda have mined, traded, and survived on this dangerous planet for 10,000 years, travelling the wastes in massive land trains to search for deposits of rare resources. When they locate such a dig site, these abhuman delvers settle in extract all the wealth they can plunder. Gangs of Prospectors patrol tightly-guarded excavations or scout for fresh finds in the ash wastes, armed with finely-engineered weapons and powerful mining tools rigged to serve as improvised armaments.
The ash wastes of Necromunda are an unforgiving environment, utterly deadly for those who can't take shelter from the toxic storms and rabid fauna. Gangs that operate in the Great Equatorial Wastes, and the Ash Waste Nomads who call them home, use Thatos Pattern Hab Modules for protection and communication. The largest of these structures are the Extended Hab Modules, which are often claimed by the most important gang members and reserved as a base of operations.
The ash wastes of Necromunda are an unforgiving environment, utterly deadly for those who can't avoid its irradiated quicksand and toxic mine pits. Gangs that operate in the Great Equatorial Wastes, and the Ash Waste Nomads who call them home, often lay claim to the rugged Thatos Pattern constructions that litter the wilderness. Whether bridging foul hazards, marking the claim of a forgotten outpost, or connecting a settlement of Hab Modules via industrial scaffolding, the Thatos Pattern Platforms & Walkways are a common sight in the ash wastes.
The ash wastes of Necromunda are an unforgiving environment, utterly deadly for those who can't take shelter from the toxic storms and rabid fauna. Gangs that operate in the Great Equatorial Wastes, and the Ash Waste Nomads who call them home, use Thatos Pattern Hab Modules for protection and communication. These rugged, semi-mobile units can be found scattered throughout the irradiated dunes, abandoned by the unfortunate and claimed by whoever has the most firepower.
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.