They thrive in melee, with the unbreakable spirit that comes from accepting death.
The Empire is a dangerous and often cruel place. Wars, plagues and the predations of terrible monsters can destroy whole towns and force their inhabitants to become beggars, vagabonds and brigands. All who endure such hardships are hardened by their losses, yet some are driven over the edge of sanity by their suffering. Many of these dishevelled wretches see their plight as a morbid sign that the Empire is about to collapse, an irrefutable portent that these are the last, desperate days of a dying world. These men revel in their despair, despondent in all things yet manic in their pronouncements of doom. When battle is joined, bands of crazed Flagellants beat themselves into a frenzy before charging headlong towards the enemy. They throw themselves into the fray without hesitation, against the most hopeless of odds. With howls of doom on their lips and visions of martyrdom in their thoughts, Flagellants fight with wild ferocity, swinging their flails at their enemies and leaving trails of blood and woe in their wake. Heedless of danger or injury, these madmen will continue to fight with reckless abandon until each and every one of them lies dead or dying on the battlefield, thus vindicating their belief that the end is indeed nigh.
|Hide (forest)||This unit can hide in forests until enemy units get too close.|
|Unbreakable||This unit does not suffer any form of leadership loss and will never rout.|
|Strength of the Penitent||
As the final battle between good and evil looms, the flagellants ready to embrace death. The time is near; the end is nigh!
Some warriors care not for their own personal safety and so work themselves into a whirlwind of destruction and mindless violence!
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