On the deepest and deadliest of the mining worlds, where cave-ins, gas pockets, and lethal pressures make every shift a gamble with death, a particular breed of Kin is forged. The Cthonian Beserks are drawn from these unforgiving depths, and they carry into battle an attitude toward danger utterly at odds with the cautious pragmatism of most of their race.
Where a typical Oathband fights to preserve its warriors, the Beserks throw themselves headlong at the enemy, wielding the massive twin-linked mining tools of their trade as weapons of war and hurling explosive charges to blast open enemy formations. Their recklessness is not madness but a kind of grim fatalism, a conviction bred in the mines that death comes for all and is best met head-on, on one's own terms, having taken as much of the enemy along as possible.
To their more measured kin, the Beserks are a necessary anomaly, valued for their ferocity even as their disregard for their own survival unsettles a culture that counts every warrior precious. In battle they serve as a brutal spearhead, closing the distance no cautious foe expects the Kin to cross and breaking the enemy apart in a storm of industrial violence.