Bladeburn Foot Raiders

Dominate the tabletop with the Bladeburn Foot Raiders, surging forward to devastate enemy lines as ruthless space pirates in MiniWarGaming’s Steel Specters collection for Ravaged Star. Crafted with high-detail 3D printing, this set of 10 models with bases captures the gritty, anarchic edge of Gothmayr’s infamous criminal enforcers.

Armed with energy pistols, curved mono-swords, assault carbines, and wrist-blades, each raider is clad in segmented battle armor with reinforced pauldrons, armored gauntlets, and menacing helmets with integrated visors. Standout features like high-collared cloaks, tech pouches, utility belts, reinforced boots, and cybernetic enhancements bring these elite gothic sci-fi outlaws to life in tactical, battle-ready poses.

As an elite unit, Bladeburn Foot Raiders fit seamlessly into Ravaged Star or any other grimdark, futuristic wargame needing sinister, rebellious marauders. Combine them with other MiniWarGaming Forge miniatures for endless narrative possibilities across your favorite tabletop systems.

Product Information

• Includes: 10 models with bases
• Scale: 32mm
• 3D printed in high quality resin
• Ships worldwide
• Any painted examples in pictures are for demonstration purposes only
• This is not a toy, and is recommended for ages 14 and up
• May be harmful if chewed or swallowed

MiniWarGaming is a licensed printer of Ravaged Star miniatures.

Bring Your Narrative Campaigns To Life
Imagine the shimmering electric haze of Gothmayr’s low orbit, where the armored silhouettes of elite raiders moved with silent precision amid fractured shadows, their high-collared cloaks trailing in the anti-grav breeze. Segmented battle armor gleamed with hints of gunmetal as armored gauntlets flexed around energy pistols and curved mono-swords, every move a calculated threat against the lawless frontier. Their helmets, visors aglow with shifting tactical data, hid snarls—or perhaps mechanical whirs—beneath threat-detection overlays. Each step of their reinforced boots pressed through metallic detritus, comms relays whispering orders from Sekt himself, while utility belts clattered with tech pouches and cybernetic enhancements pulsed beneath synthskin. Flanked by menacing comrades with wrist-blades at the ready and assault carbines slung across tattooed backs, they advanced: the enforcers of chaos, promise of gothic violence in a galaxy that had forgotten fear.