Highway Heretics

Trundle

Out in the wasteland, the only gospel a Road Warrior needs is the hum of an engine, and the only prayers they hear are the curses of their enemies. 

Road Warrior

In the radioactive ashes of the old world, wasteland warriors, vicious Vandals, and scrappy survivors war with one another for control over all that's left.

Self-proclaimed king of the Wasteland's endless, irradiated junk heaps, Trundle saunters about his vast 'kingdom' flanked by a small army of sycophantic thugs. Any travelers discovered in his domain are subjected to painfully theatrical displays of grandeur—then beatings, then death.

Junkyard Trundle

You can't run from your past. Not when it's riding you down from the back of a doombuggy, scrap-spear raised. Hunting for the dregs of the Vandal gang across the wastes, it's said they're the only ones who know his name, and what happened that night… when he became ruthless.

Ruthless Pantheon

Rumble

Badlands Baron Rumble

Nothing turns a traveler's blood cold like seeing Rumble in the distance, his iron death buggy chugging thick clouds of irradiated smoke. That means someone's got his attention, and those with Rumble's attention have a nasty habit of becoming very, very dead.