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Vharax-Null (Warhammer 40k)

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Set on polluted Vharax-Null, this campaign unfolds within and beneath two colossal Hive Cities.


Author's Note: Vharax-Null is a forgotten frontier world on the edge of the Segmentum Obscurus, once an industrial jewel during the Great Crusade, now a polluted wasteland scarred by millennia of overexploitation. The largest and most ancient of the Hive Cities on Vharax-Null, Golganneth Spire stretches miles into the tainted sky. It is a fortress-city built atop the bones of a crashed Ark Mechanicus, its foundations infused with forgotten STCs and cursed tech. Its original purpose—research and weapons manufacturing—was twisted over the millennia into sheer production might. Ruling Golganneth is the Dominatum Synaxis, a collective of ancient cybernetic nobles and tech-barons, half-machine and barely human. They maintain order with vast legions of servitors, hive enforcers, and gene-bred worker clans who live and die in the endless foundries. Constructed centuries later by a breakaway faction from Golganneth, Morrak’s Rise was founded by a rogue Fabricator-General named Morrak Varn, who sought independence from the Synaxis. Though smaller, Morrak’s Rise is more efficient, colder, and far more militarized. Its upper towers are reinforced with macroplas and adamantium, its infrastructure less corrupt and newer by comparison. Morrak’s Rise is governed by a militant technocracy known as the Cohort Directive, who aim to one day eclipse Golganneth and bring all of Vharax-Null under one unified, logical rule. Mistrust runs deep between the two Hives—though they share resources via skyrails and convoys, open war is only ever one assassination away.
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Skrint Whyles
Skrint Whyles
Level 3 Human Scavver -
Skrint Whyles is a gaunt, jittery scavver with haunted eyes and a back-mounted vox-receiver that crackles with static. Dressed in patched leathers and a signal-dampening hood, he mutters half-phrases from ghost transmissions. Paranoid but brilliant, Skrint hunts lost data in the depths of the hive, always listening for voices only he can hear.
Details
RaceHuman
ClassScavver
Level3
Alignment
PronounsHe/Him
Location-5785, -5273
Skills
Acrobatics
Animal Handling
Arcana
Athletics
Deception
History
Insight
Intimidation
Investigation
Medicine
Nature
Perception
Performance
Persuasion
Religion
Sleight Of Hand
Stealth
Survival
Ispreparedcaster
Isspellcaster
Currencies
Creds0
Gelts0
Ducats0
appearance
Gaunt, early 30s, pale skin tinged with chem-pallor. Unkempt black hair, sunken eyes with cybernetic irises that glow faint green when tuned to the signal. Wears a weather-beaten data-cloak with stitched-in vox fiber, scavver leathers beneath. Carries a jury-rigged vox-receiver on his back with a long, twitching antenna—patched with old Inquisition warning sigils.
personality
Quiet, intense, and often distracted mid-conversation—he’s always listening. Paranoid, with a dry sense of humor and a love of old hymn fragments. Half-believes he’s being hunted by something that lives in the data. Often repeats messages from ghost-chatter like they’re omens.
backstory
Born to the echoing steel corridors of a collapsed vox-spire in Sub-Level J, Skrint grew up surrounded by rusted data-coils, haunted signal fragments, and malfunctioning machine-spirits. He was raised by a half-mad scrap-priest who claimed to have once served the Rust Choir, and who taught Skrint to "listen between the wires." When his mentor died—electrocuted while whispering a binary litany—Skrint began scavenging on his own, tapping forgotten lines and intercepting untraceable vox-chatter. During a deep dive into an abandoned relay tower, Skrint accidentally accessed a corrupted cogitator node. Since then, he hears things—whispers in static, voices in machine whine, coded weeping over empty frequencies. He calls it “the Ghost Line,” and sometimes it answers back. Now, Skrint sells secrets to whoever pays and digs where others won’t. He doesn’t trust people—but he trusts the voices.
Stats
Strength
8
Dexterity
14
Constitution
10
Intelligence
16
Wisdom
12
Charisma
10
Armor Class
14
Max HP
30
Speed
30

HP

30 / 30 HP

XP

900900 XP2,699
Level 3
Equipped Items
Spellbook
Skrint Whyles is not a spellcaster.
This work includes material taken from the System Reference Document 5.1 (“SRD 5.1”) by Wizards of the Coast LLC . The SRD 5.1 is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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