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This is going to be very long, so I'm going to break it up into installments to make it easier to read.. Sorry.. I've tried to cut it down, but I'm a sucker for overdescribing things.
I posted my craftworld fluff recently, but just to recap.. I did change a few things as well.
Eikal-Lann (which can be translated as 'orange light', though this is a huge simplification) was one of the many craftworlds which fled the Eldar Empire in the years before the fall. Though they managed to escape the gravitational pull of the eye of terror, the psychic shockwave of the fall left them stranded within a vast nebula in the Segmentum Obscurus. However, they adapted quickly to their new home, using the nebula to shield themselves from the gaze of the expanding human presence in the area. In time, they managed to contact the other craftworlds, and through trade and cooperation with their brothers and sisters across the stars, the people of Eikal-Lann prospered and were able to achieve self-sufficiency in those difficult early years.
All that changed when dark Eldar raiders penetrated the craftworld through the webway, and succeeded in reaching the infinity matrix itself. Despite the valiant effort of the aspect warriors, they had always been pitifully few in number and were unable to prevent the dark kin escaping with the souls of many of the craftworlds dead. Shocked and horrified beyond belief, the seers of Eikal-Lann sealed off all but one of the Craftworld’s webway gates, and broke off contact with the other craftworlds. To this day, few Eldar save the occasional ranger make efforts to visit the craftworld, and those who do find little welcome amongst its xenophobic inhabitants. Those few who do visit Eikal-Lann report that protection of the nebula has become a terrible obsession, almost a religious devotion among its inhabitants. This worries the seers of other craftworlds, who know that obsession often leads down a dangerous road into darkness…
Last edited by The_Giant_Mantis; November 30th, 2006 at 02:46.
And.. without meaning to doublepost. This is the first section in the story of my farseer. The stuff about eldar twins piloting titans is described in an epic suppliment. I didn't just make it up.
Aureleâ€™larr and her twin brother Ultaâ€™larr were both born on the Eikal-Lann craftworld, and, given the rarity of Eldar twins were only the third such birth since the fall. As such, the news of twins was met with great celebration as a great and auspicious event. In a race as psychically gifted as the Eldar, a powerful connection exists between family members, and, having shared the moment of birth, the bond between twins is known to be the strongest possible.
The two twins could not have been more different, however, and as they grew up these differences became increasingly apparent. Ultaâ€™larr was strong, proud and outgoing, while his sister Aureleâ€™larr was pale and sickly by Eldar standards, and possessed a solitary disposition. Nonetheless, the psychic bond between them was strong, as expected, and it made them an efficient team. What one of them could not accomplish alone, they could often succeed by working together, and were an inseparable pair.
As is common with Eldar twins, upon reaching majority they were lead by one of the craftworldâ€™s most venerable Farseers to the great arsenals in the bowels of the world-ship, where the mightiest war machines were forged from wraithbone, and where lay an ancient war machine of incredible power, the craftworldâ€™s only Warlock titan. Few crews had the psychic coordination required to pilot such a complex machine, but it was believed that, with practice, the twins could develop the required focus.
Training was long and hard, but in time the pair became even closer, until the boundaries of their minds began to blur together into one consciousness. They moved and worked in perfect unison, and they also learned to hear the many souls housed within the wraithbone core of the titan, allowing the dead to guide and assist in piloting the vast machine. Where once they had moved it only sluggishly and without coordination, the titan now moved and flowed like a living organism under their control. Yet there was a terrible price. In achieving such a level of psychic connection, the twins could no longer act independently. Deprived of the focus of the Eldar path; they had become lost to their role, living machines bound to their titan.
At this time, the seer council of the craftworld divined one of their most significant prophecies. Unless the high tech priest of the forge world Talaris, a man by the name of Malachus, was slain, he would later lead an exploratory fleet into the nebula itself, and may put the craftworld at risk. Unhesitatingly, the seers drew together their warriors and prepared a strike force to assault the capital city and locate this tech priest before the Adeptus Mechanicus could muster forces to oppose them. Knowing that the Adeptus would be well supplied with war machines, the seers also prepared their greatest and most powerful weapon for battle. The twins would be going to warâ€¦
Last edited by The_Giant_Mantis; November 30th, 2006 at 02:57.
Wow. Dark (but not too dark) Eldar. This is Epic fluff, yes?
If you had a regular army list it sounds like you'd have plenty of Rangers. With the loner/xenophobe archetype you've portrayed. It's really quite good.
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No better way to spend the time at 3 in the morning eh?
Very nice. Nothing constructive i'm afraid, just that i enjoyed the fluff.
LO RulesOriginally Posted by AnonymousOriginally Posted by Cyric
So why does ur craftworld shut out all others because of a dark eldar raid? shouldnt the still be holding strong links with there bretherin as it has benifited them in the past?
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In the longer piece of fluff I wrote before before, they had a sense that the other craftworlds abandoned them at their time of need. Even though that's false in this case, since there couldn't possibly have been time for other craftworlds to send troops, people might still believe that the other craftworlds could have done more to help them, but chose not to.Maybe one day, but for now it's just 40k.. I just loved the Epic stuff about eldar twins piloting titans and figured I'd steal it and do something with it. I'll try and write the rest tommorow and hopefully you'll see where I'm going with it.Originally Posted by Ze_PoodleInsomnia bites hard..Originally Posted by Karmoon
Oh well, when I go to Japan, I might be able to sleep at normal times.
You've nicely developed the prequel bit to your idea, it's very nicely done. I would almost guess that there's a separate Path for titan crews, given the specialised nature of their role, so maybe the pathological similarity between the two wouldn't be so unusual and/or so likely.
*waits patiently for the bombshell*
Oh, and did you get Malachus from my Inquisitor character?
Right.. crap this is long. But I figured I'd get it all done in one go rather than spamming the board with repeated bumps. I hope you like it.The name is, yes, but I'll leave it up to you whether it's the same character.Originally Posted by Xerxes
The assault on Talaris was a hard fought victory indeed. The Eldar were successfully able to penetrate the main foundry-city of the planet, the warlock titan mercilessly destroying the outlying defensive emplacements in a devastating psychic barrage. However, as the aspect warriors hunted for Malachus, they found themselves bogged down in bitter street fighting. In the end, Malachus sealed himself inside the great chapel of the Omnisiah in the city centre, together with several units of elite Skitarii and Praetorian combat servitors. Though Malachus finally fell in a firefight between his own troops and assaulting Dire Avengers, he managed to broadcast an alert signal which reached military units across the planet.
As the Eldar began to withdraw, an immense blast of energy suddenly struck the warlock titan, sending the massive construct reeling. The psychic scream of tearing wraithbone filled the Warlockâ€™s cockpit, and angry red runes shimmered in the air, signalling severe damage. To the outside world, the Titan appeared to shimmer and reform in mid air as its holofield projectors shut down. An Ordinatus, a great artillery piece sacred to the Adeptus Mechanicus, had been reactivated by its crew, and now sat menacingly atop a nearby hill, power feeds glowing quietly as it charged its massive Nova cannon for the next shot. Its aim had been confused by the holo-fields, buying the Warlock time, yet without the cover afforded by the concealing fields, the Eldar titan was defenceless.
Struggling to stabilise their damaged machine, the twins focused several shots from the warlocksâ€™ psychic arsenal, but the void shields of the Ordinatus held, and, with a sound that tore the air itself, the great machine fired its main gun again. This time, the shot was on target, crushing the wraithbone head of the Eldar titan and sending fragments of wraithbone flying around the cockpit. Aureleâ€™larr escaped relatively unharmed, a small sliver striking her in the eye, yet Ultaâ€™larr was hit by several large pieces, one of which impaled through his stomach and sent waves of pain through the psycho conductive body of the Titan. The great machine slumped to the ground, its wraithbone core seething with an agony which could be felt for miles around. Triumphantly, the Ordinatus began charging its main gun for the killing blow, yet it never came.
The Titanâ€™s duel had bought the Eldar time, and now they moved to strike at the great war machine itself. Swooping hawks descended from the sky, slaughtering exposed Skitarii manning the gantries with their grenade packs. Wave serpents descended from altitude to deposit aspect warriors onto the body of the vast machine, while fire prisms glided straight through the weakened void fields to strike at the power feeds and vulnerable components. Fire dragons melted through sealed bulkhelds, clearing the way for squads of Dire Avengers who cut a swathe through the servitors manning the interior. The assault was lightening quick, yet crippling in its accuracy. Fighting their way into the reactor systems, the Eldar quickly shut down the Ordinatusâ€™ weapon systems, before setting disruptor charges and retreating. By the time the defending Skitarii had managed to identify the breaches, the Eldar were gone, leaving only an ominous silence..
Inside the Warlockâ€™s shattered cockpit, the twins struggled to fight back the waves of psychic agony being amplified through the Titans hull. Though Ulta'larr was close to death, he managed to maintain enough focus to help his sister drag the titan back to the shattered webway gate. As they reached it, the disruptor charges detonated, and the plasma reactor of the crippled Ordinatus was breached. Fire spewed from its side, lighting up the sky as the Eldar host retreated as quickly as they had arrived.
By the time the twins had guided the crippled Eldar titan back to the body of the craftworld, and bonesingers had managed to shape open the damaged cockpit, Ultaâ€™larrâ€™s soul had already fled to its spirit stone, his body lying lifeless.
Aureleâ€™larr, whose mind had been finely tuned to act in synchronization with her brotherâ€™s, could not reconcile his death. Indeed, many believed that the psychic trauma would kill her. She refused to leave the wreck of the Titan. First months and then years passed like this, but just as others had given up hope and assumed she would never recover, she suddenly emerged, seemingly full of new purpose. Though she barely spoke, and remained even quieter and more solitary than ever before, she gradually learned to coexist with others, breaking the powerful self conditioning which had been required for her role as a Titan pilot. In time, it was felt that, since she could not pilot a Titan alone, she should begin walking the Eldar path. When informed of this, she immediately announced her intention to begin studying the path of the seer.
Naturally, this caused terrible concern. Many advised her against it, knowing that a fragile or broken mind would be easily shattered by the rigours of the witch path, yet Aureleâ€™larr was resolute, and none could deny her choice. She became a seer, studying the runes.
To the surprise of all, Aureleâ€™larrâ€™s mastery of the runes progressed with outstanding speed. Indeed, rumours began to circulate that her missing eye afforded her sight beyond sight, and gradually, the fear of others turned to respect. However, when she began to scry the future, the Farseers instructing her noticed a disturbing trend. Her predictions, though accurate, were often dark and unsettling. She would often see only the grimmest and most negative of future possibilities, and while, in time, she learned to look beyond these, they remained the strongest and most lucid of her predictions. Others, worried, that her mind had become embittered by loss, urged her to abandon the path. Yet again, she rejected their concerns.
Finally, when the time came to abandon her role as a Seer, Aureleâ€™larr once again refused, and continued to practice with the runes. This time, even the Farseers themselves worried, for even without the burden of her unhappy past, she was far younger than any Farseer of the craftworld before her. However, though the seers saw great danger in one so young leaving the Eldar path, they also saw opportunity. Aureleâ€™larrâ€™s strength and focus was undeniably impressive, and, with years of focus and training, they saw in her the ability to guide the craftworld. Thus, while they debated amongst themselves, they did nothing to restrict Aurelleâ€™larr as her power slowly grew, and her mastery of the runes increased, until at least she began to walk among them as a Farseer herself.
Since those times, Aureleâ€™larr has helped to guide Eikal-Lann through the many trials facing it. She leads one of its strike forces on missions to identify and destroy threats to the great nebula, or the 'garden of Lileath' as it is known to its inhabitants. She has earned the trust and respect of her troops, and the craftworld itself. However, she is still haunted by the darkness of her visions, and has begun to foresee a terrible cataclysm which may befall craftworld Eikal-Lann, and perhaps even bring about its ultimate destruction. While she searches for clues about this vision, she has begun to urge for greater militarization of the craftworld, as well as an end to the millennia old policy of xenophobia towards the other inhabitants of the webway, a viewpoint which have lead many farseers to regard her as unstable, and to regret allowing her to pursue her ambition.
Aureleâ€™larrâ€™s recent behaviour has even left some of her former allies questioning her clarity of mind. Until recently, she had always worn her brotherâ€™s soul stone, perhaps drawing comfort from its continued proximity. However, she recently ordered spiritseers to entomb the soul within the body of a wraithlord, claiming that she would require her brotherâ€™s guidance in the difficult times ahead. Though the process seems to have worked, Eikal-Lann has always been conservative on the subject of wraith-constructs, and some seers consider this move tantamount to a declaration of insanity.
Aureleâ€™larr does not seem to care. She has seen the craftworld burning, and though she does not know why or how, her life has become dedicated to finding the answer. The craftworld has depended for millenia on the nebula and on their own isolation to protect them from harm, yet the universe has changed, and new threats have awoken. She has seen terrible things, incuding her own death at the hands of an ancient evil that threatens to cloak the stars in darkness, but Aurele'larr knows that there may yet be some hope, some possibility through which destruction can be averted. Though the odds may be slim, she continues to search for some trace of a solution, and perhaps, Eikal-Lann's salvation.
Last edited by The_Giant_Mantis; December 3rd, 2006 at 03:20.
Nice. Well-written and no major points really.
A Ordinatus, huh? Those need to be included more in todays fluff. :rolleyes:
One thing though, about ther brother's spirit stone. Why would she lock into the Wraithlord constantly? From what I have understood, a Spirit Stone is placed there when the times come, and otehrwise it sits in the infinity Matrix.
Is it because this massive loss she feels?