The Foxfire Catalog

The concept for this  was clearly drawn from trench warfare and WW 1 era stuff. It's all there in the stats. Long range damage, balanced out by the relatively poor aim of the individual soldiers , all with a focus on really digging in.  Gunners pin people down, armored behemoths march forward into the line of fire like tanks of old.

Life is rough in the wasteland. People get  killed for barely any reason, mutations happen as a fact of life, and your gun might explode the next time you shoot it. Despite it all, people have to endure. These ones just happen to be real good at it. Short range marksman, with a love of blowing things apart and pounding them into mush. Lumbering oafs soak up bullets, and sly junkies pump their friends with questionable substances to hopefully keep them alive.... Hopefully.

The Northerners are the protectors of their forest, and a determined enemy for sure. When others fall, these one's march on, right into the heart of the enemy, before knocking them back. Their healers reignite the spark within them that keeps them fighting, while their highlander champions knock their enemies across the field with their pure strength and will..

Whether beholden of truly noble causes or simply zealously misguided, the fervent strive to keep all influences deemed "unholy" from their minds, and to embrace the words of their elders wholeheartedly, and without hesitation.  With their crusader's hatred of witchcraft, and their supposed 'Angels' feeding from the divine influence on the unfaithful, the Fervent masses always fight as one, though their leaders may be different

Perhaps it was a magical mishap. Perhaps it was some natural hazard of some unknown kind. Maybe, it was merely the gods' collective decision to damn a select few souls. Whatever the cause, these mangled piles of flesh and bone roam the earth now. Their existence concerns most, and interested most others: their ability to  adapt to hazardous situations (or foes) makes them a force to be reckoned with.