The Claws of Karanak venerate the Flesh Hounds of Khorne, becoming bloodthirsty hunters who pursue craven prey in the Blood God's name. These predator-cults fight like packs of wild animals, taking on the aspect of daemonic beasts as they hack foes to shreds in horrific displays of brutality.
The Askurgan Trueblades are an order of vampiric warrior-monks who seek to master their bloody curse. Dedicated to self-discipline and martial excellence, these Soulblight vampires seek out the mightiest beasts acr
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.
Cinderak City has fallen, and the rebellious Lady Credo has dealt a significant blow against the Imperial House. Lady Haera Helmawr seeks to consolidate her damaged authority – but even as she sends hundreds of Enforcer patrols flooding into the depths of Hive Primus, a Redemptionist Crusade grows into the tens of thousands, following a mysterious leader in search of a lost prophet...
Quiet as shadow, as relentless as the driving rain, the Hunters of Huanchi prowl the sacred territories of the Seraphon in search of trespassers. These peerless hunters silently creep up on any who dare corrupt the domain of the Old Ones and riddle them with deadly, toxin-laced darts. Their prey are left helpless as the skinks surge forward to deliver a killing strike.
Merciless destroyers of temples and monuments, the Jade Obelisk are a menace to all who do not worship their malevolent god – a mysterious change-augur known as the Speaker in the Stone. Blasphemous artificers skilled in stonecraft, these masked cultists are each cursed to slow but inevitable petrification. Acutely aware of their finite time as living flesh, they are singleminded in their purpose – to desecrate the idols of all false gods before their mortal bodies succumb.
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 Rotmire Creed are artisans of virology, relentless in their pursuit of the perfect plague. A swamp-dwelling cult that worships Nurgle in his aspect as Lord Leech, their blowpipe darts and cruel barbs are daubed with deadly alchemical contagions. Once unleashed, these diseases spread quickly through the ranks of their enemies – a testament to their infectious craft.
The Horns of Hashut are heralds of ruin and desolation, relentless destroyers sent forth by the Father of Darkness. Each region they conquer is pulverised, stripped, and rendered barren for the industrial tyranny of their daemonic god. The Horns of Hashut wage war like a raging taurus, stampeding over their foe to crush them entirely, swinging heavy weapons while unleashing cruel devices of duardin design – choking ash bombs and infernal flamehurlers.
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.
This book is an essential companion for anyone setting out to explore the Gnarlwood – whether you're an experienced player or founding your first warband.