The Reapers

Not everybody hid as the world burned. As the Ancients retreated, millions remained over ground, weathering the storm beneath whatever cover they could find. Most were obliterated, their lives snuffed out in the blink of an eye - but not all. Those lucky enough to escape the worst of the devastation remained alive - though barely - and soon faced an even greater struggle to survive. Shelter was scarce, supplies rarer still, and it wasn't long before fights broke out of the meagre scraps which remained. Starvation and thirst, sickness and exposure - all took their toll, and death soon returned to the land, claiming all in its path. All, that is, but the shrewd and determined, the ruthless and mercenary - those souls who would stop at nothing to survive.

Reapers are the scourge of the land. Opportunistic, single minded, cannibalistic scavengers, their tribes roam the wastelands like locusts, terrorising - and devouring - anyone unlucky enough to get in their way. Vicious and bloodthirsty warriors to the core, they live to fight - even amongst themselves - and spend much of their time laying siege to the Ancient cities below, smashing up the solar plants and farms and pouncing on the unlucky souls who emerge to carry out repairs. Insanity and mutancy are common amongst the Reaper tribes, whose above ground existence leaves them exposed to deadly radiation and the harsh conditions that prevail throughout the post apocalyptic world. It's hard to describe an average Reaper, for no two ever look the same - but one Ancient leader had this to say: "In appearance, the Reapers are the bastard offspring of a Horror Punk and a Viking berserker. The scrapyard is their armory and wardrobe combined, the wasteland their playground - and so pugnacious is their nature, one would not be surprised to find a Reaper attacking the wind."