The Merciless is comprised of those individuals who find nothing an acceptable excuse. Through war torn lands, with death at every doorstep, and ruin spread liberally throughout an Aetherius enraged at the death of the Divine, come these men and women to call their own whatever they may seek. Power is the driving force and motivation behind every maneuver, be it politically or for advantage in combat. Bearing this knowledge in mind, they quail at nothing and brutally exert their will toward their goals with no quarter or remorse given.
Subservient only to the spread of terror, the Merciless will have Aetherius bend the knee, or ground beneath their collective bootheels. Destruction is their call to arms; willingly and wholeheartedly do they embrace that calling. For the glory of their own beloved might, the triumphant and deadly cultists march onward to victory under their sign, a hawk in flight overlaid Sukhder, the Moon of Terror.