The ironclad core of Baphomet’s warbands, the Beastsworn Ravagers are relentless warriors, each clad in heavy plate adorned with jagged horns and savage trophies. Some among them bear the unmistakable touch of Baphomet herself, their bodies twisting with bestial mutations: curling ram’s horns, elongated fangs, or thickened, sinewy limbs far beyond mortal strength.
Unlike the howling mobs of lesser cults, Ravagers fight with grim coordination, tempered by years of battle and hardened through unholy blessings. Their relentless discipline sets them apart from the mindless zealots of other dark faiths, making them a far more dangerous foe. In battle, they form dense, brutal shieldwalls, breaking enemy lines with sheer force before descending into merciless slaughter. They revel in the carnage, not as mere butchers, but as chosen warriors of the Beast, proving their worth in the only way that matters, through blood and conquest.
To the Penitent Crusade, these warriors are a blasphemous reflection of their own order, disciplined, strong, and utterly devoted to a higher power, their conviction unshaken by pain or reason. It is an uncomfortable comparison, one that fuels the Crusade’s own battle lust and drives them to ever-greater acts of zealotry in their prosecution of this foe.
