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

Before the devastation of Runeterra, Kegan Rodhe was a search-and-rescue specialist deployed to active wildfire zones. When the bombs went off, the world vanished in the blink of an eye—and Rodhe along with it. All that was left was the empty wasteland… and a monstrous creature of living flame, calling itself Brand.

Apocalyptic Brand

An eccentric scientist living in the New Bandle Republic, Heimerdinger has not yet told anyone he may have developed “a large pre-war bomb or two” for “one or more rogue governments”. He would prefer tinkering in a city that is not actively trying to kill him.

Blast Zone Heimerdinger

A lone rider whose home is the open road, Miss Fortune takes the wasteland's problems into her own hands before moving on—always another job, always another town. Lately, she's been butting heads with the Vandal gang, a group of famed ruffians she's excited to finally put down.

Road Warrior Miss Fortune

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

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.

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

Ruler of the New Bandle Republic, Veigar considers himself the ultimate dark power of the wasteland—an evil so great that no man, woman, or creature would ever dare challenge his authority. Recently, he fixed up a water purifier and an electric grid for the city, too. An electric grid… OF EVIL!

Baron Von Veigar

In the old days, hyenas were known as opportunistic hunters famed for their violent infighting and chorus of inhuman laughter. Now, in the wasteland, not much has changed.

Hyena Warwick

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.

Skinline

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