The Ravener Kin are the hungriest among the Man Eaters, warriors who have surrendered wholly to the thrill of the hunt and the ecstasy of the kill. Clad in jagged plates of bone and sinew-bound leathers, they charge headlong into battle, wielding crude but brutally effective weapons, stone-edged cleavers, hooked blades, and jagged spears fashioned from the splintered remains of their last feast.
Unlike their kin who linger over their spoils, the Ravener Kin have no patience for the slow indulgence of Fleshspoil. They fight in a frenzy, hacking apart their victims in a feverish trance, stuffing raw meat into their maws even as they press the attack. To them, the kill is a sacrament, the feast an extension of the slaughter. The Haruspex and Wicked struggle to rein them in, guiding them toward battle with the promise of greater carnage, for once loosed, they are difficult to contain.
Wherever the Man Eaters raid, the Ravener Kin lead the charge. They are the first to spill blood, the first to sink their teeth into warm flesh, and often the first to fall, though even death does little to slow their rampage.
