Warrior Orders

Crimson Path

Their bodies covered with gruesome, self-inflicted ritual scars, the Crimson Path exude pure hatred – by which they are utterly consumed. These dangerously savage Kheïtanni warriors are so pure in their hostility that they shun even their own kind, living in seclusion on the frozen islands known as Ghór's Teeth. In battle they hurl themselves into combat with animalistic speed and strength, slicing and mauling their foes in a frenzy of hate. Theirs is the path of pain and of death, the purpose of their existence is vicious, bloody slaughter.

Khavanákh

Masters of stealth and subterfuge, the Khavanákh are assassins and snipers, notorious for their bloodthirsty proficiency with ranged weapons. At one with the shadows, they slip silently past enemy lines to survey their weaknesses and provide tactical insights to the Kheïtanni hordes. Terrorising their victims with poison arrows that seem to come from nowhere, or bursting from the shadows in a murderous flurry of steel, the Khavanákh are often given the mordacious epithet of 'death ravens', and there are even some who suspect them of possessing supernatural powers - which they do nothing to deny.

Execrators

Of all the Kheïtanni hosts, the Execrators are the purest in their hatred. Restlessly pursuing their eternal vengeance to the bitter end, they embody the undying rage of their people and are seen by them as the ideal of their race. They are elite guards and unstoppable marauders, dedicated to protecting their people with ironclad brutality and exterminating their foes with vicious contempt. Pouring all their ire into every blow these heavy fighters are never more at home than when bathing in the blood of their enemies, trampling their cracked skulls into the gore-soaked earth.

Mórikhan

Bound to the certainty that all things must end, the Mórikhan attend to all matters of annihilation and the immutable laws of change. They are stewards of the Kheïtanni burial sites and healers who possess the talent to redirect the flow of life force from one vessel to another. In war they seek to fulfil the demands of inevitability by casting traitors into the maw of the abyss. Ready to greet death with open eyes they fight relentlessly, crushing bone and cleaving sinew to ribbons with their coldly calculated spells.

Void Dancers

These warrior-mystics dance with the Void, hunting for the ripples imprinted on it by events in the physical world. Void Dancers can discern whispers of the future, which they pass on through riddles and cryptic metaphors. Not only can they read the Void, arming the Kheïtanni hosts with the strategic advantage of foresight, they can manipulate its power in combat, tearing their wretched enemies from the sky or weaving through their forces with ghoulish élan, intoxicated by their cries of terror as they eviscerate flesh with black blades of Void energy.