Road Warrior

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.

Miss Fortune

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. 

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.

Highway Heretics

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

Pantheon

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