#Necromunder original

[praetorianxxiv]

Wishing You all a very Happy Christmas.

Have a grand one 🍺🍽🍻

Merry Christmas Followers I give you the legend of Phanta Claws as published by GW in the 90s

Every winter season, men, women and children alike, come together to celebrate the Necromundian festival of Fistmas. From the nobles dwelling in the highest peaks of the Spire, to the Underhivers struggling to survive down in the Hive’s depths, people gather to sing festive songs, give each other gifts, and generally have a good time. Despite all this good will, to this day there remains a sinister Fistmas legend which makes all who hear it scoff or tremble in fear – the legend of Phanta Claws. The origins of this myth lie in the depths of history, and the tale of Fistmas itself. 10,000 years ago, in a time when the Emperor walked freely amongst his people, there was great strife on Necromunda, for the planet had been overrun by Orks. Fortunately for the people of Necromunda, the Ork Waaagh! was opposed on the great Ash Wastes by a vast force of the Imperial Fists Legion of Space Marines. According to historical accounts, Rogal Dorn himself, Primarch of the Imperial Fists, was present that day. Under Dorn’s formidable command, the Ork forces were routed and forced to flee from Necromunda, where the Space Marine Fleet was able to intercept them and destroy them utterly. In commemoration of the brave actions of Dorn and his Marines on that day, the festival of Imperial Fistmas (later abbreviated to Fistmas) was born. According to some (highly questionable) accounts, at the height of the battle, a small army of mutants arrived upon the Ash Wastes and immediately attacked the Imperial Fist line. Whilst the lethal volleys of bolter fire claimed the lives of most of the heretics, there was one which the Imperial Fists were unable to fell. The fiend was a being of monstrous proportions, and like a phantom it stalked through the corpses heaped upon the battlefield. When it reached the Fists’ line its rending claws sliced straight through power armour, and many of the Emperor’s finest were felled that day. Eventually the monster made its way to Rogal Dorn himself. The devil-being moved like quicksilver, but Dorn was a Primarch, an embodiment of the Emperor’s will, and none could stand before him that day. In the end the mutant was vanquished, and Dorn was victorious. Dorn raised his blade to slay the blasphemous creature, but as he did so he thought of the people of Necromunda who had had they homes and livelihood destroyed by the Ork invasion. If they were to rebuild their world they would need hope and a time to look forward to. As such, Dorn allowed the monster to live- but its survival came at a price. From that day forth the mutant and all its offspring would be forced to gather together materials, fashion them into gifts and distribute them freely to all those Abror “Hammerfist” Flintor laughed as he tore his chainsword across the chest of his opponent. The pathetic attempt of the Delaques to break through into the Goliath encampment was almost disappointing- he’d been looking forward to a good scrap. Yet still they carried on fighting, as though they honestly believed that they could best Flintor and his men. Just as Flintor was preparing to charge the remaining Delaques and finish them himself, he heard a bestial snarl and turned to see a monster of immense proportions leaping towards him, claws outstretched. Thinking quickly, Flintor raised his chainsword just in time, shielding the talons from tearing into his face. The mutant fell to the ground but rose again in an instant, blocking the chainsword Flintor swung towards him with supernatural ease. The monsters counter attack was swift and ferocious, forcing Flintor back as he desperately tried to defend himself. The creature’s talons ripped across Flintor’s leg, causing him to yell out in pain, and knocking him off balance. He fell, leaving the mutant towered over him, preparing to deliver the killer blow. In a last ditch attempt to save himself, Flintor rammed his chainsword past the mutant’s claws and straight into its exposed belly. His feelings of elation quickly turned to despair, as the mutant glanced down at the chainsword forced into its abdomen before flinging it away effortlessly. Before Flintor could react, the fiend’s claws plunged into his neck, and he felt his life force ebbing away. As the monster stood triumphant, Flintor got his first proper look at his killer, resplendent in its red cloak with white cuffs and with a bobbly hat adorning its brow. Surely it couldn’t be… it couldn’t be… “Ho. Ho. Ho.” With a feral snarl, the Phanta Claws wrenched its claws out of the gang leader’s neck. With the death of their leader, the Goliaths faltered and ran, leaving their encampment unguarded. The Phanta Claws smiled a murderous smile as it thought of the material rewards and human prey that lay in the valley beyond. Phanta Claws was coming to town… who had been good for the last year, on the Eve of Fistmas. The twisted monstrosity was named Phanta Claws, and it is still called the same today. Although the tale makes a good children’s story, extensive research by respectable scholars indicates that Phanta Claws’ existence is nothing more than fabrication. For a start, the battle in question took place in the time of the Great Crusade 10 millennia ago- the idea that a being and it’s offspring could survive for such a length of time is sheer folly. Nevertheless, rumours downhive still persist, claiming that the Phanta Claws still stalk the depths of the Underhive to this day. According to the rambling testimony of gangers, Phanta Claws’ take great pleasure in carrying out the quest Dorn set them, by tearing apart lone traders and stealing all their material wealth so that their stunted mutant servants can use them to create gifts for Fistmas Eve. Apparently their fear of Dorn’s wrath should he return is such that they carry out his command still. As such, there are times when they need to venture out of the shadows to gather the resources they need to manufacture Fistmas presents. In these circumstances, Phanta Claws’ may approach wealthy gang leaders and offer their lethal services in return for materials and enough money to purchase more. Few gang leaders have the courage to refuse. There are a multitude of gangers who claim to have fought alongside and against monsters that match a Phanta Claws’ description- huge monstrosities were rending talons suited for ripping apart human flesh. Large enough to stride through a hail of bolter fire, and quick enough to reach enemy gangers and rip their throats out, they are said to be some of the most brutal and vicious killers to stalk the Underhive. Naturally all such claims are to be treated as signs of madness- no sane man could honestly claim to believe in the existence of Phanta Claws…

[praetorianxxiv]

Latest Necromunda small game. 500crds Goliath V Orlock 🤜🤛

Lots of shots, men diving for cover, gangers shouting at team mates to get back on there feet, multiple Bottle Tests and two Heavies snipping at each other and missing through out the game.

But eventually my luck failed as the Goliath Heavy took down my Heavy with a massive onslaught of fire from his heavy stubber!

It was at that point my gang decided enough was enough and bottled out!

A fun, brutal, quick 1hr game with only one kill 🤣

Man of the match, with the only kill of the game. Over kill, successful hit, multiple kill rolls, failed ammo check lost heavy stubber lol 🤣

[praetorianxxiv]

The first of our Necromunda campaign, we rolled of Gang Fight!

3 rival gangs stumbled appon each other while looking for new territory and resources to claim, with an old mining guild ship drifting gently above.

The three gangs ready themselves up for a fight! Scavvies, Squats (Van Saar) and the Goliaths.

The word spread quickly, Zombies!

Gun lines quickly assembled as the Zombie hord rush on faster than the gangs can react too! The Goliaths and Squats quickly turn all attention to taking these things down, but the Zombies shrug off almost all hits!

The fighting is brutal and fast but in the end all the Gangs sculk off to lick there wounds with no gang victorious it is left to just surch our own territories for credits....

[praetorianxxiv]

First game of original Necromunda in about 20years lol. Two small 500crd gangs, Goliath and Orlock.

This was lots of fun, quick and brutal!

Many things were missed but slowly remembered.

Mental note, don't rush your enemy across open ground, it doesn't pay! 🤪

At the end I had lost with 3 gang members taken Down and my opponent only had 3 Pinned.

Looking forward to the next match now 😁👍