Voidstalkers Coven

Voidstalkers Coven
Dreaded even amongst other Warriors Cults of Starborn Ancients, Voidstalkers, disciples of sinister Red Witch also known as Sisters of the Howling Void. They are fierce, swift and merciless. Beware lest you hear the cry of Voidstalker, as that will be the last thing you would hear in your life.

Files Included
The set includes 10 miniatures, 1 squad leader, and a souvenir totem. The set consists of 67 parts, offers 27 options, and each miniature can be assembled in 2 different variants.
Scaled for 28 mm tabletop.
Base not included.
Ready to print.
All parts have been prepared and tested for 3D printing.

Description
Voidstalkers Squad are battle-sisters of the Starborn Ancients, guardians of the ancient temple of the war god in the jungles of Axalon. For centuries, they kept their vigil among overgrown stone gates, shattered statues, and altars where relics rested, too sacred to be seen by alien eyes. When the ork hordes broke through the jungle in search of loot, it was the Voidstalkers Squad who first stood between the invaders and the shrine. They were few, but among ancient ruins, numbers never decide the battle.

The Voidstalkers are battle banshees, the spearhead of the Starborn Ancients, created for sudden strikes, swift executions, and vanishing before the enemy can understand where death came from. In battle, they combine inhuman speed, flawless swordsmanship, and monosonic amplifiers that turn their war-cry into a weapon. When the Voidstalkers attack, the air splits with a piercing howl: enemies’ eardrums burst, blood wells from their eyes, their minds drown in panic, and entire battle lines collapse before the sisters’ blades even reach flesh.

In the jungles of Axalon, they have no equals. They know every overgrown path, every crack in the temple masonry, every stone from which they can fall upon the enemy like ghosts of an ancient war. Orks are used to brute force, noise, and direct assault, but the Voidstalkers answer with ambushes, false retreats, silent flanking moves, and strikes at the weakest points. Where the enemy sees empty ruins, the sisters are already waiting in the shadows. Where he hears only the rustle of leaves, death has already drawn its blade.

Each sister of the Voidstalkers Squad has sworn to defend the domains of the Starborn Ancients until her final breath and never retreat from the battlefield while even a single shrine remains under threat. To them, the temple of the war god is not merely a ruin or a vault of relics, but a living memory of their people’s former glory. Even when the orks breached the outer defenses, even when the temple traps began to strike friend and foe alike, even when reality itself fractured and some of the invaders vanished into an unknown rift, the Voidstalkers did not falter. Their vigil continues. Their blades still sing. And every outsider who steps upon the sacred stones of Axalon will hear their scream before death.