Eldar Reports: Week 8

[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.

[eldarcommander]

Huthero the War-rider and his team had infilitrated the Hulk through the Necrons damaged engine cowlings.. They had split up into 10 5 man teams and were moving through the Hulk to all the key Necron engine ports. Each team carried 2 Plasma charges, strong enough to level a mountain, and simple enough that even an Ork could use them.

They had encountered resistance, but Huthero's kill teams were still moving forward. They finally reached their destinations and planted their charges. This explosion would engulf the Hulk, and combined with the Ork bombardment would have the effect of shatterring it into many smaller pieces.

Huthero knew there was no chance of escape now. His men were surrounded and the Yngir were closing in. He gave his men their final orders, and they commended their souls to She Who Thirsts. His men armed the charges, and stood guard over them with their very lives. Their sacrifice ensuring that no Yngir would leave the Hulk, and that the planet below would live on.

"My brothers and sisters. We will likely be forgotten by the pages of history, but Lilieth will remember us, and Asuryan will know of our sacrifice. Now, go, and arm your charges, and together with our "allies" we shall send these Yngir back to their metal graves, and only the anger of their God's will be their reward."

With his last transmission, the bombs were detonated. Aboard her cruiser, Farseer Vialia felt the psychic shock of their deaths and saw their souls fleeing into the Warp to be chased and consumed. She bowed her head and said prayer for the fallen as she watched the Hulk blossom into flame. Her brothers had succeded.

[kyrolon]

Vialia examined the report from the surface of Tiorl 7. It was not good. Her old mentor, Farseer Nivellian, had engaged the Krork and found a foe more numerous and determined than he had ever expected. Worse they were equipped with a captured human tank. The ancient one had tried, but in the end his force was overrun. He and his bodyguard of warlocks barely escaped, and Autarch Earan did not. Vialia paused to remember another great warrior lost to Alaitoc.

She was finishing her prayer to Isha when she felt the psychic shock wave of dozens of Eldar dying in an instant. It came from the Hulk. The light in her mind that was Huthero war rider went out. She contacted the bridge of the Messenger of Triumph.

"Danar? What just happened on the Hulk?"

"I was just going to contact you, Farseer."

The young Warlock had removed his mask, for once, and she still cringed at the wicked scar that crossed his face from jaw to forehead. Despite the scar she could see the confusion in his face.

"It seems, My Lady, that there has been a detonation in the Necron ship embedded in the hulk. There was no weapon fire. It must have come from inside."

"It did, Danar. It was a suicide mission, carried out by a foolish Autarch who seemed to think that death was the only way. Let that be a lesson, Danar. There is almost always a better way. Huthero, war rider bled his craftworld dry. I am glad for you that you did not see the thousands of our kin he lost in his efforts here in the Tiorl system, where we have lost slightly more than a hundred. Such losses are enough to make even mighty Khaine weep in anger. I do not know how they can survive long at that rate."

"Do you have any additional orders, Vialia?"

She shook her head sadly, empty inside for the losses the Eldar had suffered here in Tiorl.

"No, Danar. Farseer Nivellian has withdrawn from the surface. The hulk is already breaking up. Jaheris is aboard the Crystal Ship along with the Harlequins to keep watch on the Dark Kin. There is no more we can do here. We have had no word from the Iyanden in weeks. I fear for Vralis and his people. Their fight with the devourer will go on for another generation at least if they are even able to produce another. Join us with the rest of the fleet and prepare to return to Alaitoc."

"As you wish."

Vialia willed the lights in her chambers to darkness leaving the only light coming from the spirit stones she held. In the darkness, the young Farseer wept.