The Signs and Knights
Aries: Knights in ornate silver armor with masks like a beak. Their unusual curved glaives resemble an outstretched cranes wing. Each piece of the maille, sharpened to a razor edge.
Taurus: Knights that run on all fours, a pair of axes strapped to their backs. They wear only hides, relying on speed and ferocity to keep them safe.
Gemini: The holy knights of a vast arid empire swathed in silks and scales. Heavy curved greatswords inscribed with the words of the prophet act as weapon and canticle alike.
Cancer: The knights just below the surface of the mire. Wicker masks and wooden pikes waiting in ambush.
Leo: Knights frozen in place, like gargoyles still watching over the battlements where they stood guard for thousands of years, armor frosted white by the arctic wind.
Virgo: The royal guard ritually buried with their queen. Mummified flesh and tarnished bronze armor patrolling the endless halls of the great necropolis.
Libra: The banner-bearers of a great nomadic army. Their backs adorned with torches and horsetails, wicked barbed arrowheads rest on their shoulders, one for every rider struck down.
Scorpio: The knights bedecked in crows feathers. Rarely engaging in combat themselves, they use their long hooked spears to snag the corpses of the fallen and spirit them away.
Ophiuchus: The last of a now unrecognizable order of knights. A great axe warped by unnatural fire. All too familiar eyes.
Sagittarius: The royal guards that have protected the family for generations. Fine steel interworked with lace and taffeta. Weapons fashioned to look like sewing implements.
Capricorn: The only of the pirates to return, whispers of voices in the deep. Shedding all man-made clothing, clutching only a dagger made of whale bone.
Aquarius: The legion that was melted down in the great furnaces, their weapons and armor reforged into something unspeakable.
Pisces: Knights that scaled the walls of the great cities. Leaping over the heads of the spearmen. Steel balls and leather slings viciously denting armor.
