Grimdark
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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| Visibility | Public |
Lunt Fevrik
Level 1 Human Hive Worker -
Fevrik was once Sub-Deck Watcher Second-Class, a mid-tier overseer with access to patrol logs, production quotas, and vox-chant override codes. He was loyal—until he wasn’t. Caught falsifying death reports to protect a group of underperforming workers he’d grown fond of, Fevrik was beaten, exiled to the Grindspan, and left to die.
Details
| Race | Human |
| Class | Hive Worker |
| Level | 1 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Location | -5967, -4679 |
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
| Creds | 0 |
| Gelts | 0 |
| Ducats | 0 |
appearance
Lunt is a stooped, ash-coated man with hollow cheeks and twitchy hands. His skin is pale where it isn’t smeared with rust and grime. He wears a burnt flak vest over a stained coverall tied with chem-rags. A damaged vox-link hangs from his neck like a dead charm—its cable frayed, its power core long inert. His left leg drags behind him, fused with a twisted brace of salvaged servo-parts and scrap metal. His eyes dart like a rat’s, constantly scanning shadows, always expecting betrayal.
personality
Lunt is a bundle of paranoia, trauma, and fragmented genius. Once a respected overseer in the Lash Decks, a failed purge op saw him disavowed and nearly spaced. Now he survives by bartering secrets, reading the movement of enforcer boots through echo, and knowing when to hide. He believes the vox-link around his neck still “listens,” and frequently whispers reports into it—whether anyone hears them or not.
Paranoid but cunning
Obsessively observant, notices details others miss
Superstitious—won’t step over spilled lubricant, and marks his path with crushed ration pellets
Deeply fears the Rust Thorns and refuses to speak their name
backstory
Once a Sub-Deck Watcher on the Lash Decks, Lunt Fevrik enforced quotas and discipline with precision. But Delta-4 wore him thin. He began altering records to protect underperforming workers from Chokewell reassignment—a mercy the system deemed heresy. For his crime, he was beaten, stripped of rank, and thrown into the depths.
But Fevrik didn’t die. He crawled into the Loadracks, vanished into the rust, and reemerged as a ghost in the system—an informant whispering into a broken vox-link as if it still connects to command. No one’s sure if he’s mad or just playing a long game. He trades secrets for food and silence, knows the paths enforcers walk, and claims the Grindspan speaks when the quota alarms fall quiet. Whether he wants redemption, relevance, or revenge—he won’t say. But the vox around his neck still hums when he sleeps.
Stats
Strength
8
Dexterity
12
Constitution
11
Intelligence
14
Wisdom
12
Charisma
10
Armor Class
11
Max HP
10
Speed
25
HP
10 / 10 HP
XP
00 XP299
Level 1
Equipped Items
Spellbook
Lunt Fevrik is not a spellcaster.