Marauder (left) and Warhound (right)
The Marauders are often praised for their exceptional riding skill. What is often forgiven (and forgotten) is that the Marauders have seen little need to pay for their outstanding mounts. While the foot soldiers are pillaging the enemy camp, they are rounding up all the spare mounts. Who needs loot that cannot transport itself?
Like a pack of stray dogs, the Warhounds are extremely territorial. Their battalion headquarters are separated from the rest of the Raiders with an improvised wooden palisade. Many have returned with a bloody nose trying to peek over it. Rumors abound that rather than bury bones, they have stashed a mountain of contraband goods.
The Reavers are a female-only battalion of elite raiders recruited directly from the Sisterhood’s acolytes. They are often credited with the initial introduction and subsequent perfection of hit-and-run tactics.
The flip side is that the Sisterhood is flooded with complaints from regular troops claiming that when the battle heats up, the Reavers focus on the running part a lot more than they do on hitting the enemy.
Gutripper (left) and Executioner (right)
A rather unlikely candidate for an elite assassination battalion, these women started out as kitchen help in the Raider barracks. Their unusual enthusiasm for blood and guts, however, quickly ensured that they were moved to active duty.
The Executioners are a ragtag group composed of prison guards from the various wings of the Riftforge dungeon. They call themselves executioners but in reality they have never executed a criminal. No food or water for a week and their prisoners die from "natural" causes.
The Nightblade's captain was held in the Order’s dungeon for a month. He was charged with organizing his elite assassins into squads that were robbing small merchants at night. The charges were dropped after all three witnesses were found dead at first light.
Unlike the charges, the nickname stuck. As did the captain, who liked the Order’s dungeon so much, he moved his headquarters there. His assassins’ lair is now a sanctified place, ideal for Aguta worship.