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.
Played | 43 times |
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Created | 35 days ago |
Last Updated | 7 days ago |
Visibility | Public |
The Ration Drop Rails
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Coordinates | (-5945, -4803) |
Description
The Ration Drop Rails are an overhead, semi-automated delivery system that snakes across the entirety of Chainbarrow Forgefield. Suspended from rust-streaked gantries and insulated mono-track beams, the rails carry nutrient slabs, rehydration packs, stimm injectors, and med-bandages in rickety delivery pods—doled out according to each crawler line’s output quota. The system is brutal in its simplicity: meet the quota, and your rail stops. Miss it, and it doesn't. The pods are not secure—workers fight for them, especially on double shifts. Pods frequently drop too soon or too late. Some hit the ground and burst. Some are already picked clean when they arrive. And some never arrive at all.