🜏 The Malignants Origin: Hive Euryale, Lower WarrensAllegiance: Outcasts (Mutants)Leader: Lady Malignus, the Serpent QueenMotto: “The hive trembles — the Serpent wakes.”Symbol: A coiled serpent devouring its tail, rendered in ash and blood Origins in the Shadows of Hive Euryale Amidst the upheaval that has shaken Necromunda to its core, the Malignants have clawed their way from the darkness beneath Hive Euryale’s imposing towers. With the Helmawr dynasty ousted from the throne of Hive Primus by the resurgent House Aranthus, the world has been thrown into uncertain times. However, within the serpentine tunnels and labyrinthine wastes of Hive Euryale, the ancient power of House Helmawr lingers, and with it, the nightmares society would rather ignore. Born of the hive’s neglect and cruelty, the Malignants are a congregation of mutants, outcasts, and forgotten kin bound beneath the scaled banner of Lady Malignus. Once hunted for their deformities, they now wield them as marks of dominion. Their leader’s sinuous form and baleful bionic eye have become icons of defiance — a promise that the hive’s monsters have learned to strike back. The Reign of Lady Malignus At the heart of the Malignants stands their leader, the fearsome and enigmatic Lady Malignus, whose very presence commands both terror and devotion. Towering over her kin, Lady Malignus is a vision of mutant power: her lower body is an immense, scaled serpent’s tail, muscular and coiled, capable of crushing foes or carrying her with swift, silent grace through Euryale’s labyrinthine tunnels. This sinuous form allows her to strike from the shadows, her movements as hypnotic and lethal as the legendary beast for which the hive is named. Her most haunting feature is a baleful red bionic eye, set into her mutated visage. This mechanical orb glows with an unholy crimson light, scanning the darkness and unmasking secrets with its enhanced sensors. Rumours amongst the Malignants whisper that the eye sees into the very soul, and that none who betray her ever escape its gaze. The bionic implant was a mark of both sacrifice and survival—torn from her by Helmawr zealots in a brutal attempt to break her spirit, only for Lady Malignus to return, more dangerous and unyielding than ever. Her leadership is absolute. Cunning, ruthless, and fiercely protective of her mutant kin, Lady Malignus is both matriarch and warlord. She weaves her influence through the underhive much as she moves: with patience, lethal intent, and an instinct for opportunity. To her followers, she is the living embodiment of Euryale’s myth—a monster to some, a messiah to others, and the architect of the Malignants’ rise from hunted outcasts to true power in the toxic dark. The Serpent Stirs In the wake of the upheaval across Necromunda, the Malignants have emerged from the depths of Hive Euryale as both a warning and a promise. Under Lady Malignus’s command, the outcast mutants struck back at their oppressors, seizing forgotten tunnels, sump-shafts, and half-collapsed shrines as their new dominion. Their sigil—the coiled serpent—now marks walls once scrawled with prayers for purity, a sign that Euryale’s forsaken children have reclaimed the dark. The hive above may shift and war for thrones, but in the depths, a quieter conquest unfolds. The Malignants gather relics, weapons, and rumours of ancient Helmawr tech buried in the subhive vaults—secrets that could tilt the balance of power. Lady Malignus calls it the Serpent’s Birthright, and those who follow her believe it is more than a myth. To them, she is not just a leader but a prophecy made flesh: the monster the hive created to devour its sins. The gang moves with patience and precision. Ambush, misdirection, and sudden overwhelming strikes define their style. Their weapons are scavenged, their armour patchwork, but their unity is absolute. To betray them is to invite a slow and certain death beneath the hive. Among the underhivers, the Malignants are spoken of in hushed tones — part nightmare, part revolution. Whether they fight for vengeance, survival, or something far older lurking in the myth of Euryale, none can say. Only this is certain: when the walls begin to shake and the lights burn red, the Serpent has awakened. “The hive trembles — the Serpent wakes.” Campaign gang tactics: Outcast gang tactics: A Few Friends More Where They Came From Fight Another Day It’s Personal Old Faithful Wyrd Occurrence General gang tactics: Adrenaline Surge Chain Attack Duck and Cover Grenade Bouquet Last Gasp Last Round

In the shadow-choked depths of the underhive, the Malignants rally around a figure whose legend grows darker and more formidable with every passing cycle: Lady Malignus. She is not merely their leader—she is their terror, their hope, and the living myth that binds their disparate kin. Towering above those she commands, Lady Malignus is a spectacle of mutant might, her lower body transformed into a coiling, scaled serpent’s tail. With sinews rippling beneath iridescent scales, she glides silently through the labyrinthine tunnels of Euryale, her movement both hypnotic and swift, a silent predator never far from the shadows. The awe she inspires is magnified by the haunting glow of a baleful red bionic eye set into her warped visage. This unnatural orb burns with a malevolent, crimson light, capable of piercing even the deepest gloom. Mutant whispers tell of its unholy powers—that it can see not just through walls and darkness, but into the very souls of those who cross her. It is a mark of her indomitable will: the eye was torn from her face by the brutal zealots of House Helmawr, who sought to break the spirit of the Malignants by breaking their queen. Instead, Lady Malignus survived, reforged her wound into a weapon, and returned to her people stronger and more relentless than ever. Her rule is absolute and her cunning unmatched. Lady Malignus is both matriarch and warlord, weaving her authority through the hive’s darkest corridors with a predator’s patience. She is fiercely protective of her mutant kin, nurturing their loyalty with the same cold efficiency she uses to crush their enemies. To the Malignants, she is the embodiment of Euryale’s myth—both monster and messiah, a living legend whose tale is written in the sulphurous shadows and toxic pools of the underhive. Under her reign, the Malignants have transformed from hunted pariahs into a rising force, their ambitions as coiled and deadly as the queen herself.

Known as ‘the Witch of the Tunnels’, Blind Manea is a formidable psyker whose swollen, pulsing cranium betrays her unnatural gifts. Though sightless, her mind’s eye is ever-vigilant, and her mastery of pyromancy has torched more than one rival gang. She speaks in riddles, her presence unsettling, yet her visions and flame-shrouded wrath make her indispensable to the gang’s survival in the depths of the hive.

Vyrza wasn’t born a mutant—she was rewritten. An outcast from House Escher, she worked as a dome‑runner, guiding caravans through unstable tunnels. During one run, a sump‑quake opened a fissure beneath her feet, dropping her into a forgotten bio‑refinery. The vats below were still alive in the worst possible way: half‑feral gene‑sludge, crawling with reactive spores and predatory microfauna. She should have dissolved. Instead, she changed. When she clawed her way back to the surface, her arms had become long, muscular tentacles capable of gripping, climbing, and coiling with terrifying strength. Eye-stalks now sprouted from her skull, she sees the world in layers no unmutated mind can comprehend. The Malignants found her half‑starved, wrapped in a ragged cloak she’d scavenged from the refinery. They didn’t recoil. They offered her a place. She accepted.

Aema & Toma are the younger brothers of Karsyn & Noma, sharing the same unsettling twin‑headed mutation — though in their case, Toma’s head emerges from Aema’s chest rather than his shoulder. The pair also possess two right arms, each controlled independently, giving them an unpredictable, lopsided fighting style that wrong‑foots even seasoned underhive killers. Aema is the calmer of the two, his main head watchful and quietly spoken, while Toma is louder, impulsive, and always eager to prove he’s the “better” head. Their constant bickering echoes down the tunnels, but in a fight their coordination becomes uncanny, each arm working to cover the other’s blind spots.

Freckles is named for the angry, purple angiomas that cover her body—painful to look at, fatal to touch. Her toxic blood mutation means even a scratch can prove deadly to an opponent. Mocked and shunned by most, Freckles has found a twisted sort of kinship among The Malignants, where her curse has become her weapon and her bitter wit is as sharp as her axe.

Liz Zard’s skin glistens with scales, her tail flicks with restless energy, and her eyes shine with predatory intelligence. She prefers a shotgun, finding its brutal simplicity matches her direct approach to conflict. Rumoured to have been born in the toxic sump, Liz is tough and resourceful, her reptilian features making her both feared and respected among the Outcasts.

Pinchy’s right arm ends in a massive, brutal claw—a mutation that has proven as useful as it is horrifying. Few survive his crushing grip. Once a scavenger scraping by on the edges of society, he now revels in his strength, using his claw to pry open doors, lockboxes, and enemy armour alike. Despite his rough demeanour, he is fiercely protective of his gangmates.

Before the mutations took hold, she worked as a tunnel‑rat courier, slipping through collapsed ducts and sump‑slick crawlspaces to deliver messages no sane runner would touch. But months spent wading through mutagen runoff changed her. First came the eye stalks, budding like pale shoots from her brow. Then her legs softened, reshaped, and finally split into glistening tentacles that dragged behind her in a wet, sticky smear. That smear earned her the name Snail Trail long before she joined the Malignants. Her movement is unsettling: a steady, rubbery glide, tentacle‑legs pulling her forward with surprising strength.

Sid is a vat‑swollen labour‑mutant who broke free from the sump‑foundries, carrying a battered, rusty, but utterly dependable boltgun he treats like a relic. Sid cleans it with engine oil, talks to it under his breath, and trusts it more than he trusts most people. He joins The Malignants because they’re the first people who didn’t flinch at the sight of him.

Squeakley’s mutation has gifted him with a vast, swollen body, and he moves with surprising speed for his size. His bulk makes him an imposing front-line fighter, often absorbing punishment that would fell a less durable mutant. Good-natured and garrulous, Squeakley lifts the spirits of The Malignants during the darkest moments, proving that even in the Underhive, laughter can be a weapon.

Claude is a massive cyclopean Ogryn with a beard so vast it practically has its own postcode. His left arm is a hulking, chitin‑plated crushing claw capable of tearing through bulkheads and unwise rivals alike. Despite his intimidating bulk and singular staring eye, Claude is a gentle, loyal soul who found belonging among the Malignants after being abandoned by his former employers. In battle he charges forward like a living battering ram, laughing thunderously as his claw clears the way for the rest of the gang.

Wandering mutant hive scum, named for his visage. Known to assist The Malignants from time to time.

Nox is a heavily irradiated mutant hive scum, his tentacled left hand curled tightly to secure his battered lasgun. He aids The Malignants from time to time.

A rodent like mutant hive scum, who allies with The Malignants on the occasions he skitters across their path.

Smiley is a wandering mutant with a long distended mouth full of sharp teeth. He travels with Ghoul, occasionally helping The Malignants.

A wandering mutant hive scum, named for the prominent bone spikes tearing through his hazard suit. Works with The Malignants on occasion.

Found rusting in a collapsed, decrepit, dripping tunnel deep in Hive Euryale, the Trazior Pattern Sentry Gun coded W4R7406 (or Warthog) has a new home with The Malignants. The mutants look forwarded to its grenade launchers shredding their foes with shrapnel. If it catches a few mutants while doing so, there are plenty more waiting in the dark to join the cause.

Flaps is a wiry, sharp‑eyed mutant whose vast wing‑membranes let her glide silently through the underhive. More shadow than woman when she’s airborne, she uses her altitude to scout ahead or drop down on foes in a blur of leathery wings. A former pit‑worker who survived by salvaging blasting charges, she now carries improvised explosives and an instinct for where to place them for maximum devastation. Quiet and observant, she serves as the gang’s aerial saboteur, her sudden dives often marking the start of a very loud ambush.

This two-headed mutant is an inseparable pair—Karsyn, the pragmatic, world-weary main host, and Noma, the more boisterous head who juts from Karsyn’s left shoulder and controls the left arm. Noma is convinced of her own beauty, often picking fights with anyone who dares contradict her. Their bickering provides comic relief, but their coordination in battle makes them a formidable foe, covering each other’s blind spots with unnerving synchronicity.