Eldar Reports: Week 7

[IncubiLord]

The narrative portion of all Eldar battle reports should be posted here until next week's thread is set up.

Remember that this is a narrative campaign and we are looking for a story that advances the plot, not a blow-by-blow accounting of the game.

[kyrolon]

Reghild stood facing the scantily clad warrior of his dark kin. She was a prime example of Eldar beauty, and Reghild was reminded of some of the reasons that had drawn him away from The Path, as the Lords and Ladies of Alaitoc saw it. It was this that had made him an outcast, and it was the desire for a life full of experiences that kept him from true reconciliation with his Craftworld. He shook himself from the path of his thoughts to focus again on the Wych before him.

"You are desirous of me are you not, pet?"

"I can admit to desire without being foolish enough to act upon it. That is the difference between our people."

"Yes, it is," she purred, "and even though you realize that distinction your own people call you Outcast. You have chosen to throw off their repressive chains just as we have."

"We are nothing alike, Wych..."

Reghild was interrupted in his statement as Vialia swept into the room. He turned to her and bowed his head.

"Farseer."

"Reghild, you have done well, but let me handle this...thing."

Vialia stood before the Wych. The pale skinned gladiatrix sneered at the Farseer.

"You think highly of yourself, don't you, lightling."

Vialia reached out with her mind and found the psyche of the Wych before her. She grasped it mentally and squeezed. The wych reached out a hand to steady herself and her legs began to shake. She dropped to her knees before the Farseer and her head sagged. Vialia pushed harder and knew the wych had to be in extreme pain, any more and she would kill her. The wych raised her head then and smiled through the mask of blood which ran from her nose and mouth.

"You cannot break me seer. Pain is OUR weapon."

"No, I cannot break you," Vialia replied, "but I can destroy you. That is the message I wish you to take back to your mistress. We will not leave this vessel in your hands. It is that simple. You may leave or you may die. Go now and deliver this message to your leader."

"I already have," she said smiling a wicked smile and lunging for the Farseer.

The wych was quicker off the mark than Vialia, and her poisoned blades cut into the Farseer's robes. Beneath that however was her powerful and ancient rune armor. With a glow of coruscating energy the blades were turned aside. Vialia struck back, slipping again into the mind of the wych. This time she did not squeeze, she slashed. Again the Dark Eldar dropped to her knees.

"Very well. You have made your choice."

The Wych's weapons dropped from nerveless fingers as Vialia destroyed her mind leaving behind an empty husk.

"Come, we must take to the field, they will be attacking us any time, if they are not already. Reghild remain here with the Aspects, keep the ship secure."

Vialia jogged toward the entrance of the ship. She had known her answer going in, so she had prepared for this, gathering several of her fastest units to counter the threat. Swooping Hawks, Warp Spiders, and a squadron of Jetbikes were backed by two full squadrons of Warwalkers and three squads of Dire Avengers, led once again by their exarch Kallaran. The Dark kin were numerous, but they came on in the same way as always. They raced across the field in their raiders, backed by two of the heavier Ravagers.

The fight lasted less than half an hour as the humans reckoned time. Only the Wyches made it to the Craftworld lines, and they were met by and driven off by Kallaran and his Dire Avengers with the Support of one of the Warwalker squadrons. It was a slaughter.

Danar approached. His face was hidden behind his Warlock mask, which he wore more and more frequently since his scarring at the hands of the Tomb Lord.

"Farseer, we have received a communication from the Dark Kin."