The WhooWaaYaa Reservation

Falls Off Ledges, Kha’tragi Chieftain of the WhooWaaYaa Reservation

Name & Reputation

•  Known as Falls Off Ledges for his uncanny survival of countless falls, tumbles, and near-deaths.

•  Among the Reservation, his name is sacred — proof that the Serpent-God of Hive Euryale itself tries to cast him out, but cannot kill him.

•  To outsiders, he is a figure of both comedy and terror: a mad warlord who survives the impossible and laughs at fate.

•  His legend was built on the Reservation’s most sacred relic — a battered Displacer Field — which sputtered and hurled him into walls and pits, but always saved him from the killing blow.

Appearance

•  Wears a cracked bone mask painted with serpent fangs, its edges scorched from repeated displacements.

•  His armor is a patchwork of ash-worn plates, scavenged from caravans and hive-raids, each dent worn proudly as proof of survival.

•  Carries a scavenged chain lance wrapped in serpent-hide, said to “sting like the hive’s own fangs.”

•  His body is a map of scars: broken bones that healed crooked, burns from the Field’s malfunctions, and the limp of a man who has fallen too many times but refuses to stay down.

History & Grimdark Flavour

•  Falls Off Ledges earned his name in the most literal way: as a youth, he survived countless plunges into the hive’s broken shafts and ash‑choked gullies. Each time, he crawled back broken, bleeding, but alive. The tribes began to whisper that the Serpent‑God itself caught him in its coils.

•  Once the heart of his legend, the Displacer Field finally betrayed him during a raid in Hive Euryale.

  ⁠◦  In the midst of battle with Helmawr loyalists, it overloaded — detonating in a storm of static and hurling him across a chasm.

  ⁠◦  He survived, but the relic was left a twisted ruin, its core cracked and bleeding sparks.

  ⁠◦  To the Reservation, this was a sign: some whisper he has lost divine favor, others believe the prophecy is incomplete — that he must reclaim his destiny by finding a new fang of the gods.

•  When he rose from the wreckage, half‑blind and scorched, he still clutched his chain lance. Its teeth screamed as he drove it through his enemies, and the tribes declared that even when the machine gods abandoned him, the Serpent‑God did not.

•  Since that day, Falls Off Ledges has become obsessed with scavenging archeotech. He raids not for plunder, but for fragments of lost power, convinced his destiny lies in reclaiming the weapon or relic that will restore his legend.

•  His followers see him as both prophet and madman. To them, every scar is proof of divine favor, every fall a sermon. To his enemies, he is a nightmare that refuses to die — hurled again and again into the abyss, only to climb back out with murder in his eyes and his chain lance roaring.

Personality & Leadership

•  Charismatic Madman: Laughs at his own near-deaths, turning every fall into a parable of resilience.

•  Fatalistic Prophet: Believes he cannot die until the Serpent-God of Hive Euryale is slain.

•  Obsessive Raider: Now driven by desperation, he raids not just for plunder but for relics and archeotech that might replace his broken Field.

•  Tactician of Chaos: Uses unpredictability as a weapon — enemies never know if he will vanish, crash through a wall, or stagger back from certain death.

Role in the Campaign

•  Falls Off Ledges is a wild card: sometimes a rival, sometimes a desperate ally, always unpredictable.

•  His obsession with replacing the Field ensures he is never content with simple survival — he must claim something greater.

•  For players, he is a recurring figure: a prophet-warrior whose broken relic drives him to ever more reckless raids, and whose survival against all odds makes him unforgettable.

💥 Draws Short Straw, Run’taani Dust Runner (Juve)

Name & Reputation

•  Called Draws Short Straw because, in every lot or gamble, he seems to end up with the worst task: scouting minefields, carrying unstable charges, or being sent down the darkest tunnel first.

•  Among the Reservation, his name is both mockery and omen — some believe his constant misfortune shields the others, as if the Serpent-God takes its toll from him alone.

•  To outsiders, he’s the expendable one, the boy always shoved to the front when danger looms.

Appearance

•  A wiry youth with ash-burn scars across his arms from carrying faulty promethium tanks.

•  His mask is cracked and poorly fitted, patched with wire and resin, always fogging at the worst moments.

•  His blast carbine is battered and unreliable, its stock wrapped in rags to keep it from falling apart.

History & Grimdark Flavor

•  Born to the Reservation’s lowest caste, he was raised on scraps and sent into the wastes as a child to scavenge bones.

•  Every rite of passage he faced ended in disaster: his first raid ended with him shot in the leg, his first kill stolen by another Dust Runner.

•  Yet he survives, again and again, as if cursed to endure. Some whisper he is the Reservation’s scapegoat, doomed to suffer so others may thrive.

Personality & Role

•  Resigned Fatalism: He expects to die, and so he never flinches when ordered forward.

•  Grim Humor: Jokes about his own bad luck, though his laughter is hollow.

•  Expendable Shield: Used to screen the more skilled fighters, he soaks up fire and draws attention, often without complaint.

Role in the Campaign

•  Draws Short Straw is the tragicomic figure — the Juve who always seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

•  For players, he’s the one they’ll remember for blundering into traps or taking the shot meant for someone else.

•  His survival, against all odds, makes him strangely iconic: the boy who should have died a dozen times, but never quite does.

🔫 Gets In Way, Run’taani Dust Runner (Juve)

Name & Reputation

•  Known as Gets In Way because, in every skirmish, he seems to stumble into the line of fire — friend or foe.

•  Among the Reservation, his name is shouted in frustration more than in praise.

•  To outsiders, he’s the clumsy one, but his knack for being in the wrong place often saves others by accident.

Appearance

•  A stocky youth with a perpetually dented helmet, scarred from ricochets and “friendly fire.”

•  His armor is a mismatched collection of plates, many scorched or punctured, held together with rope and stubbornness.

•  His blast carbine is newer than Draws Short Straw’s, but already scarred from careless handling.

History & Grimdark Flavour

•  Gets In Way was once apprenticed to a caravan outrider, but his constant blunders caused accidents that killed half his kin.

•  Cast out, he joined the Reservation, where his clumsiness became legend.

•  Yet, in the grim calculus of the wastes, his missteps often save lives — stumbling into ambushes before others, triggering traps that would have killed his betters.

•  Some whisper he is cursed, others that he is blessed — a fool’s body shielding the tribe from worse fates.

Personality & Role

•  Eager but Inept: Always the first to volunteer, always the first to ruin the plan.

•  Naïve Loyalty: Believes Falls Off Ledges personally values him, though most see him as a liability.

•  Accidental Hero: His blunders sometimes turn the tide — a misfired shot collapsing a gantry, or his body blocking a killing blow.

Role in the Campaign

•  Gets In Way is the embodiment of Necromunda’s cruel humor: a Juve whose incompetence is both liability and strange salvation.

•  For players, he’s the one who ruins ambushes, blocks firing lanes, or accidentally saves the day.

•  His presence adds chaos to every encounter — a reminder that in the underhive, survival often comes down to dumb luck.

🌫 High On Fumes, Harrier of the Ash Wastes

Name & Reputation 

•  Known as High On Fumes for his constant inhalation of chem‑vapors and scavenged stimulants. 

•  Revered across multiple tribes as a spirit‑touched Harrier, his speed and unpredictability seen as gifts of the ash storms. 

•  To outsiders, he is a blur of motion and manic laughter, striking before they can react and vanishing into the haze.

Appearance 

•  Wears a cracked rebreather mask permanently stained with chemical residue, tubes hissing with scavenged stimulants. 

•  His armor is stripped down for speed, patched with ash‑bone charms scavenged from different tribes. 

•  Carries a battered web gun slung across his chest, its nozzles dripping with sticky residue.

History & Grimdark Flavour 

•  Once a scavenger in the lower domes, High On Fumes survived by inhaling chem‑vapors from broken tanks and leaking pipes. The toxins burned his lungs and twisted his mind, but they also gave him speed and visions he claimed were gifts from the Serpent‑God. 

•  Unlike most nomads, he refuses to stay with one tribe. Instead, he wanders between them, joining war parties when his visions align, then vanishing back into the wastes. 

•  His web gun was built from scrap and stolen Guild tech, sealed with resin and ash. The weapon leaks constantly, coating his hands in sticky residue, but he wields it with manic glee. 

•  Tribes whisper that he is both blessing and curse: unstoppable when unleashed, but unpredictable, sometimes turning his webs on friend as well as foe.

Personality & Behaviour 

•  Manic Raider: Always moving, always twitching, his mind racing as fast as his feet. 

•  Fanatical Believer: Claims the fumes are visions from the Serpent‑God, guiding his strikes. 

•  Unpredictable Ally: Loyal only to the hunt—he may fight for a tribe today, then vanish tomorrow to stalk another’s enemies.

Role in the Campaign 

•  High On Fumes embodies the Harrier’s sacred duty: wandering between tribes, exacting retribution on their enemies, then moving on. 

•  His speed and unpredictability make him a terrifying foe, but his “visions” can lead him astray, chasing quarry too deep into enemy territory. 

•  For players, he’s the figure who arrives first—laughing through his mask as the webs close in, a living bogeyman of the wastes. 

🦂 Tough To Squish, Arthromite Duneskuttler (Brute of the WhooWaaYaa Reservation)

Name & Reputation

•  Called Tough To Squish by the Reservation after countless failed attempts by rivals, predators, and even hive machinery to crush or kill it.

•  Among the tribe, its name is half-jest, half-reverence: a reminder that even the smallest insect can outlast the serpent if it refuses to die.

•  To outsiders, it is a nightmare of chitin and rage — a living siege engine that scuttles through tunnels and ash dunes alike, leaving only ruin in its wake.

Appearance

•  A hulking Arthromite Duneskuttler, its carapace scarred and cracked from decades of battle.

•  Its mandibles are jagged and uneven, one broken and fused with scavenged metal plating hammered crudely into place.

•  Its body is daubed with ash and bone paint by the Reservation, marked with serpent sigils and tally marks of its kills.

•  Its many eyes glimmer with a dull, alien intelligence — not mindless, but not human either.

History & Grimdark Flavour

•  Once a beast of the deep wastes, Tough To Squish was captured by the Reservation after it tore apart an entire caravan of their rivals.

•  The tribe tried to kill it, but every trap failed: pits collapsed beneath it, fire washed over its shell, even explosives only scarred its hide.

•  Falls Off Ledges declared it chosen by the Serpent-God, a beast that could not be destroyed but must instead be bound.

•  Shackled with chains and driven with pain-sticks, it was broken to the tribe’s will — though never fully tamed. Its handlers whisper that it remembers every lash, and that one day it will turn on them.

•  In battle, it is unleashed like a living weapon, scuttling through tunnels and smashing barricades. Its survival against impossible odds has become a dark omen: wherever Tough To Squish fights, the hive itself seems to crack and collapse.

Personality & Role

•  Relentless Beast: Knows only forward motion, smashing through obstacles and enemies alike.

•  Silent Hatred: Though it cannot speak, its handlers swear it glares at them with loathing, waiting for the day its chains fail.

•  Totemic Symbol: To the Reservation, it is proof that survival is victory — that even the hive cannot crush what refuses to die.

Role in the Campaign

•  Tough To Squish is the Reservation’s brute force, their living battering ram.

•  For players, it is a terrifying encounter: a beast that shrugs off small arms fire, crashes through cover, and refuses to stay down.

•  Narratively, it embodies Necromunda’s grimdark truth: even the strongest weapon is just another beast in chains, waiting for the moment to break free.