Ravenous Maw Doctrine
When ancient titans wake, and the earth splits beneath their roar, we do not run. We do not kneel. We send the Ravenous Maw.
Forged in the crucible. Starved for blood.
They carve through flesh and legend alike.
Hunt. Rend. Tear the old world from its roots.
They are the Covenant’s hunger made flesh. Clad in bone and ash, the Ravenous Maw marches where others fall to fear — into the black mouths of ancient caves, into storm-lashed peaks where monsters sleep beneath centuries of silence, into the corpse-choked ruins where the old gods still whisper. There, they do not falter. There, they feed.
Each warrior is oath-bound by fire and fang. They do not pray for peace. They do not wait for orders once the scent of the enemy is found. They move as one — a relentless tide of blades and belief, sharpened on centuries of blood.
To face them is to face extinction.
To stand in their way is to be broken, burned, and erased.
They carry no banners but the bones of the beasts they’ve slain. Their cloaks are sewn with sinew. Their blades drip with the ichor of horrors too old for names. And still, they hunger. Not for food. Not for glory. But for the end of the monstrous.
They do not mourn their dead. Their blood is sealed into covenant, their names carved into steel. Through rite and remembrance, the Maw marches with the strength of the fallen. In death, they are never lost — only reforged.
They are not soldiers.
They are the Covenant’s executioners.
The world will forget the beasts. The world will forget the screams. But it will remember the Ravenous Maw — those who hunted the realm and bled it dry.
Creed of the 5th Order Ravenous Maw
Doctrine of Obsidian