MAMLUK STEPPE SENTINEL

The Mamluk Steppe Sentinels wander far from their lost homelands, riding into the wide frontiers where the Trench Cossacks hold the line. Once guardians of sacred oases, they now travel the steppe as roaming knights, carrying relic armour and reforged weapons suited for mud, frost, and endless skirmishes. Their armour bears the marks of centuries, patched and reshaped to endure the harshness of modern war, yet still gleaming faintly with the memory of desert suns. Though not Cossacks, they share the same silent discipline, moving with a unity that speaks of vows older than any trench or fortress.

They read the wind like scripture, discerning omens in its shifting currents. Dust and shadow are their maps, silence their compass. Where others see only emptiness, the Sentinels trace the faintest signs of movement — a rider’s trail, a hidden encampment, the tremor of an enemy advancing unseen. Their strikes are sudden and precise, ambushes carried out with the swiftness of falcons descending from the sky. They do not linger to boast or claim spoils; their purpose is fulfilled in the act itself, in the preservation of the line and the sanctuaries they guard.

While the Cossacks defend the trenches, the Sentinels watch the wild approaches no fortification can reach. They ride the open steppe where boundaries blur, where the horizon stretches into infinity, and where danger comes not in ranks but in whispers. Their vigilance is tireless, for they know that the enemy often moves where walls cannot stand. In this vastness, the Sentinels are the living ramparts, the unseen guardians who ensure that no threat passes unnoticed.

They do not fight for coin or fame, nor for banners or crowns. Their oath is older, bound to the memory of sacred places and the promise that such sanctuaries must remain untouched. The Cossacks respect this vow, for they recognise in the Sentinels a discipline as unyielding as their own. Between them lies no rivalry, only mutual regard — a brotherhood forged not by blood but by shared endurance.

When the Sentinels ride beneath the open sky, even the damned grow cautious. Their presence is a reminder that the horizon itself has defenders, that no wilderness is truly unguarded. They are the watchmen of the infinite, the guardians of silence, the knights who ride where the world widens into eternity.

“We stand where the horizon widens — and that is enough.”

Fully compatible with Trench Crusade

A dream for painters and grimdark collectors

The set – “MAMLUK STEPPE SENTINEL”, designed by Wargames Crew

Variants: sword, greatsword, halberd. The shield can be attached to any of these options.

Overall height ranges from 40 mm to 45 mm, with a base size of 25 mm.

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