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Greetings friends

► Fast update:
- Ship is Presupported and added to the SYNC folder.
- Kitbash will be ready soon as well!

► Ok now to the main dish ;)

Here we are with another portion of WIP content we prepare for December!
More units are on the way!

Till we are finalizing all the sculpts and supplements you can spend few minutes to find out a bit more about Man Eaters:

Man Eater Tribes have been spreading across Doaden since the World Tree fell. The plagues of desperation and hunger that followed the great calamity has led more and more of the common folk to feast upon their own.

If these folk are not found out quick and strung from the village gallows, they will soon leave town of their own accord, disappearing in the night, never to be seen again.

Direct reporting is confined to a few scant ravings from those scouts lucky enough to escape a sighting, but what is assumed is that many Man Eater tribes are present across the realm, for bone totems have been found in the center of razed towns many leagues apart, within mere days of each other.

What can be known for certain is that they are cannibals who sweep across the realm of Doaden like a plague of locusts, but instead of crops, the cult will pick the land clean of human life. Strangely, livestock, crops or valuables are often left untouched in the ashes, for the Man Eaters are uninterested in such things, they only deal in the Fleshspoil.

What drives these once-men to such depravity is not clearly understood, for hunger and desperation alone is not enough to justify the overt corruption of the Man Eaters. From their apparent ritualistic behavior some scholars posit that the Cannibal tribes worship some kind of godhead or aspect of their hunger. While it's true name is unknown, whispers have fed back to the cities of a ‘Carrion King’, a great and hungry being that must lie deeper in the woods, bound to the place where the tribes are first formed.

The Man Eaters are desperate souls, worthy of pity were it not for their feral deeds, but in the call of the Carrion King, they find a new family who offer acceptance of their shame. Drawn together, their great roving hunting parties descend from the forests without warning upon unsuspecting towns and villages. They leave naught but ruin and silence in their wake.


Cheers and eat well my friends ;)
Alex & Bestiarum Team