Rebellion is a poison that runs deep within Necromunda. Each time it bubbles to the surface, industries wither and populations perish, corrupted by false promises of freedom and power. Only the iron will of the Imperial House maintains a semblance of order.
Delve into the dark nooks and crannies of Necromunda where insurrection festers.
The men and women of House Cawdor are the bonepickers, scrap herders and midden-thieves of Necromunda, their vast empire built on the discarded scraps of other clans and bound together by an unshakeable faith – devotion to the Cult of the Redemption guides the actions of all members of House Cawdor, as they unearth and make use of ‘blessed’ relics from amongst the detritus of the underhive.
Voicing chants to the Lord of Skin and Sinew, the Corpse Grinder Cults rise up, emerging from their hidden corners of the underhive. With their bodies grown hard and muscular on a diet of forbidden flesh, they bring full-blown rebellion to Necromunda.
In the underhive of Necromunda, many Bounty Hunters ply their trade – but none are as successful or infamous as Kal Jericho. Rogue, swashbuckler and illegitimate son of the world's ruler, he is expert at getting himself (and his long-suffering companion, Scabs) into danger – and fighting his way out.
Like countless other worlds of the Imperium, Necromunda suffers from the curse of insurrection. Even though the Enforcers stamp out rebellion wherever they find it, there is no shortage of those willing to embrace the malevolent power of the Dark Gods.
In House Goliath, Stimmers are established gangers. While seeking to achieve the peak of the Goliath's aspirational physical and musculature performance, they have become addicted to growth and combat stimms.
Strength is all for House Goliath. Without the physical strength to dominate rivals or to endure the hardships of Necromunda, a Goliath is nothing. They were created as a slave race to work the refineries and forges of Necromunda and toil in places where even hardy Necromundans could not survive.
The Zone Mortalis is literally "the deadly ground" – short-range gunflights take place as fighters dart between cover, and brutal melee is almost impossible to escape from. Even in such a lethal environment, a gang needs somewhere to live.