Namarti Reavers run ahead of the tide, loosing as they come. Their whisperbows are strung to make no sound the air will carry, and their arrows ride the currents of the ethersea, curving with it as though the ocean itself were correcting their aim. A Reaver volley is felt before it is understood: a shiver in the fog, and then a shoreline of falling sentries.
Like all Namarti they are eyeless, hunting instead the ripple that every living soul drags through the ethersea — a mark no armour occludes and no darkness hides. Reavers are the harriers of the soul-raid, herding panicked prey toward the waiting Thralls and eel-knights, and they loose their final volleys already turning back toward the sea.
Order of battle
