The Tine do not build empires.
They build trajectories.
Their warriors, the Arashot, are scarred with ritual and vow-bound from first breath to final flight. Their banners? Not cloth — bone.
Adorned with the skulls of the canonised, they rattle in the wind like war-prayers. Each one a martyr who struck true.
Full kit:
heads, torso, arms n legs + extras
