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Exalted Heroes of Chaos are battle-tested warriors whose deeds have caught the notice of the gods – and now seek to make a true name for themselves. Determined to win glory and divine favour, they seek out towering monsters and challenge storied champions, for only by slaying a truly worthy foe can an Exalted Hero prove their own might and earn a place in eternity.
Chaos Chosen are elite devotees of the Ruinous Powers, champions who have garnered enough dark rewards to stand above their brethren. Armed with wicked soul-cleaving weapons, these ambitious heralds of ruination fight at the forefront of the Chaotic hordes, inspiring and terrifying those around them with acts of brutal violence.
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.
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 Ridgehaulers. These hulking vehicles can cart huge volumes of resources through the most dangerous outlands – such as tanks of promethium, the highly volatile and equally valuable fuel employed throughout the Imperium. A secure fuel supply is the lifeblood of the wastes, and the payoff for a successful delivery is well worth the risks of perching atop a tanker of explosive gas during a roadside firefight.
In the ash wastes of Necromunda, fuel is as vital as water. Becoming stranded in the weather-blasted expanses leaves a vehicle exposed to the elements and the attention of roaming gangs. Those with access to a supply of promethium are rich in credits, ammo, and the ability to freely traverse the ash wastes. As a result, fights around refuelling stations are commonplace, with many gangers having met their end at the hands of rivals desperate for promethium, or blown to pieces when a stray shot pierced a tank of the volatile fuel.
Maulers are bulky, heavily armoured vehicles, perfectly suited to the gang members of House Goliath. Their hydraulic drive combines tracks and wheels to keep moving regardless of the terrain, while a front-mounted power ram inflicts horrendous damage on anything foolish enough to stand in its path. Brutal, loud, and almost impossible to stop, an oncoming Mauler is a terrifying sight to behold – the very spirit of the House of Chains, made manifest in steel and fumes.
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.
Deathmasters are the greatest assassins of the Clans Eshin, trained in the shadowy arts of stealth and contracted to slay those whom influential skaven deem too dangerous to live. Armed with poisoned ‘weeping blades’ and toxin-laced throwing stars, these supernaturally dextrous killers have slain kings and warlords beyond count.
Atalan Jackals are fourth generation Neophytes who form the outriders of their gene-sect. They roam the corners of the host planet in search of new regions for their cult to infest.
The Genestealer Cults erupt from the shadows in a tide of xenos-worshipping acolytes, employing ambush and subterfuge to outmanoeuvre their enemies. Utterly immersed in Tyranid gene-taint, the cult's Neophyte Hybrids and more mutated Acolyte Hybrids rise up against their oppressors, armed with a variety of repurposed industrial equipment – from powerful mining lasers to heavy machinery like the Goliath Rockgrinder. Guided by the insidious psychic presence of a Magus, the misshapen Aberrants lope from the shadows to reinforce their kin, swinging crushing mauls to deadly effect.
For centuries beyond counting has the race of malevolent ratmen known as the skaven plagued the Mortal Realms. Arrogant, avaricious and utterly without mercy, the skaven seek to annihilate every other sapient creature – expanding, multiplying, and consuming everything in their path until they alone rule over the decaying husk of reality. Those who defy this vision are overwhelmed by swarms of frenzied, red-eyed warriors, weaponized plagues, monstrous beasts and lightning-spitting war machines. Arise, Children of the Great Horned Rat!
Clanrats mass into huge clawpacks, their vast numbers bolstering their courage and allowing them to surge across the battlefield and overwhelm the enemy, regardless of the hideous casualties they suffer along the way.