Deep in the dark dank crevices of the Underhive, a littany of pious hyms rise from the grim grime coated zealots forged from the wronged and forgotten. The downtrodden peoples of the underhive are easily manipulated and a vicious cut-throat congregation is already banding together under the protection and guidance of a one eyed prophet named Halbedash Houve. He has forseen seen the destruction of Necromunda, and the best he offers his retinue is a quick "hounurable" death in the name of the God Emporor and his beloved Empirium.