Of Amarrian legends, those of Blood Raiders are amongst the hushed and secreted. To witness the descent of a Raider fleet on one's homeworld is to bind oneself to visions of torture and madness. Those few who survive are driven to the brink, the whispered voices of eldritich tongues beckoning the haunted to death.

To endure is to suffer and to live is to be condemned--the only release: to become as they are and to hunt as they hunt. Mercy is granted unto those who fall, merciless they become those that survive. Their madness is their master, their fear their tools. Their purpose is singular and akin to those their makers: to writhe, until their wretched end, in the blood of all before them.