Hive in the Underhive
The Fallen
The Escher gang had aggressively taken the right flank — but they had underestimated the scale of the swarm.
The enemy came in waves, claws raking through flesh and armour. The corridors and gangways echoed with the screams of the wounded as they fought hand-to-hand, blade to claw.
One by one, the gangers fell. Amid the carnage, a lone fighter stood defiant over her dying sisters, club in hand. She bought precious seconds — but it wasn’t enough.
Their Hired Gun, armed to the teeth and seasoned by war, decided they weren’t getting paid enough to die here. At the first opening, they vanished into the tunnels.
It quickly became clear — the flank had collapsed. Few escaped. Fewer lived.

































