I need a Necromunda Rebel Lord to join my gang after making an Alliance with The Fallen House, enter Gorslav from Age of Sigmar. After a small conversion to add a Needle Pistol and remove the body/plank from the ground he was ready for a Necromunda paint job.

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Lore

After I decided to have my Corpse Grinder Cult Gang Join the Fallen House Alliance in our current campaign, @the_imperial_tithe kindly wrote the following for my new Rebel Lord:

In the smoke-choked reaches of the Skull there once ruled House Veydrath, a minor yet ambitious offshoot lineage of House Ulanti. Their sigil—a crimson chalice on a field of black iron—hung over manufactorum spires where they grew rich rendering vat-meat and reclaiming the protein of the dead for the endless appetites of the underworld. Among them presided Lord Caldrik Veydrath, a young heir of keen mind and unyielding discipline, who took personal pleasure in the hiss of steam lines and the shriek of the great saws that fed his fortune.

It was amid that machinery that the first whisper came. At the beginning it was only a passing thought, a strange flicker of appetite when he surveyed the endless tides of flesh rolling through the grinders. The voice praised his efficiency, urged him to sample the “product,” and celebrated every ruthless dismissal of weak workers. Caldrik began to indulge small curiosities—secret tastings of the choicest cuts, private feasts where the meat was suspiciously fresh and the air shimmered with red motes. Guests left those nights uneasy, with the taste of copper on their tongues and the sound of distant saws ringing in their ears.

The whisper grew louder. Workers vanished into the dark beneath the vats; those who went to investigate spoke of screams drowned by the roar of reclaimers and of drains running thick with blood. When the truth could no longer be hidden, the Agents of Helmawr descended—enforcers and sanctioned psykers sworn to the Imperial House. They found the Veydrath holdings transformed into a charnel palace. In the grand feasting chamber Caldrik stood armored in butcher’s plate atop a dais of protein tanks, a roaring figure wreathed in a storm of crimson light. What had once been a man was no longer present—only a shape of knives and rage.

In that final moment the whisper revealed itself as a Khornate herald, drawn to the Skull’s endless carnage. Caldrik did not resist. He yielded, and the daemon entered him fully, burning away his name and his past. From that union came Skarth Veydrath, the Maw of Red Silence, a being of unending hunger and ceaseless fury. He is no mere Corpse Grinder cultist but a fallen lord entirely consumed, his will and flesh fused to the daemon’s purpose.

Legends say Skarth still lingers in the sump-dark of the Skull, a shadow of saw-blades and blood, waiting for the next noble scion to hear the first whisper and take the first bite.

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