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Post by rddragon5 on Feb 12, 2007 22:10:46 GMT -5
Vralis felt a response in the wraithbone of the ships core attuned to receiving messages, and he sat there listening with eager anticipation to what the response to his message was. He was unaware there were any Alaitoc ships in the region, but he was not surprised to find his wanderlust cousins here. He was however taken aback to found out their evil kin lurked about. He quickly honed his mind to a pinprick so that his signal would not be picked up by any, other then the one he had indented it for.
“This is Spiritseer Vralis of craftworld Iyanden. My fleet was sucked in, in the wake of the warp storm. If you’d like to talk further might I request it be done in person. If we move our ships into orbit of the second sun the radiation of the corona should keep the presence of the ships hidden from most of the lesser races, and offer some help in avoiding contact with our dark kin. I invite you aboard my personal flag ship and will wait for your answer.”
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Post by eldarcommander on Feb 13, 2007 13:02:38 GMT -5
"Lord Huthero? The Fleet has detected two more Eldar vessels in the area. They appear to be Craftworlders."
"Understood, contact both vessels and determine their intentions, I suggest we meet these Eldar and discuss our plans."
With that the Might of Khaine, Huthero's Anaris class battle cruiser, sent a message out and invited the other Craftworlds to rendevue with him at a location of their choosing.
His fleet moved into the orbit of a large blue star and met with the others. He was pleased to see that the other Eldar were thinking soundly of a meeting choice, as the corona of the star would obscure their ships. His fleet took up defensive positions and trained their weapions on the other vessels, should this be a trick of the Dark Kin. He was pleased to see it was not and ordered his fleet to passive.
"Welcome my brethren to the Triol system........"
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Post by kyrolon on Feb 13, 2007 15:10:42 GMT -5
Vialia opened her eyes ending her meditative state as Gearin entered her chambers. The Autarch stood quietly before her and she smiled as she saw his unease.
"I know about the third force of our kin, Gearin."
"Of course, Farseer. I have not yet contacted them, but we have received a communication from the original ship we detected. The others have proposed a meeting site. I have not returned the communique'. I did not wish to usurp your authority."
The Farseer rose and crossed to the Autarch placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"I do have faith in you, Gaerin. Just remember the expedition is my responsibility. You are not the best at interacting in a diplomatic manner. It is not your way, nor is it your responsibility. Have one of the escorts, the Anthelion I think, pass near our position. I will take a Vampire across to it and rendezvous with them as requested. The Messenger will wait here for word from Reghild's forces."
"As you wish, Farseer."
So it was that several minutes later, Vialia found herself aboard the Aconite class escort Anthelion bound for a meeting with the other Craftworld leaders.
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Post by rddragon5 on Feb 13, 2007 19:00:01 GMT -5
Vralis’s ships were thrown into battle stations at seeing the eldar like ship approach into the orbit of the sun with them, only to thankfully find out it was of another craftworld. He quickly asked his attendant to repeat his last message to this new fleet, as he stood and walked off the bridge heading for the garden of contemplation, which would be the meeting place of the three craftworlds.
As he walked down the slender corridors of the ghostship he gently placed his fingers on each spirit stone he pasted to reassure each soul of his guiding presence, since he knew they could feel his apprehension and feeling of oncoming battle. Finally the doors to the garden slid silently open as he entered the large room. Inside the garden was beautiful, only its function hoping to surpass its form. High vaulted ceilings with wraithbone columns arched upwards like a great comforting hand. Small wandering paths that lead past crystalline flora lead to a crescent shaped table flanked by form fitting chairs. With only the sound of his robes rippling breaking the serine silence of the room as he sat down in meditation waiting for his guests to arrive, reaching out and touching one of the columns to send a message to his docking bay crews to lead any craftworlders to him here.
P.S. hope the yellow text isn't distracting anyone, just think its fluffy, and will use it for in character text only.
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Post by kyrolon on Feb 14, 2007 1:14:44 GMT -5
Vialia strode down the ramp of the Vampire assault ship into the docking bay of the unfamiliar Wraithship. She had known such things existed, and she even knew that Alaitoc used some of them as well, but this was the first time she had set foot on one. It rang of...emptiness, loneliness, and regret. It was a ship of the dead, and she would not be honest with herself if she did not admit that it disturbed her. She accepted its necessity on an intellectual level, particularly in the case of the decimated population of Iyanden, but the spiritual aspect of it brought a feeling of revulsion and anger to her. She focused her mind redirecting that anger at the cause of the problem rather than those who had been forced into the practice through need.
The Farseer was shaken from her reverie by the arrival of a bright eyed eldar in the yellow uniform of his craftworld.
"Greetings, Farseer. Please follow me to Spiritseer Vralis."
"Lead on."
Vialia fell in beside the young naval Guardian. He led her through the echoing empty hallways toward the center of the ship. As before the vast emptiness of the wraithship haunted her. She felt the cold of space more here than on the Messenger of Triumph it seemed. She couldn't help but feel the spirits within the very fiber of her being, and spiritsense had never been one of her strong talents. It must be even worse for a true spiritseer like Vralis.
Soon enough they arrived at the chamber that most large Eldar ships had. Among the Alaitoc it was known as the Garden of Contemplation. Of all the parts of the wraithship she had seen this was the only one that truly spoke of and felt of LIFE.
She ran her fingers through her long silken black hair, adjusting it with a sudden case of nerves, and feeling her youth and inexperience as a Farseer. The Spiritseer sat at a beautifully formed table at the center of the crystalline garden. She stepped purposefully forward.
"Spiritseer Vralis, I am Vialia of Alaitoc. I am glad you found us here."
P.S. I liked the color thing so I thought I'd try it.
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Post by rddragon5 on Feb 14, 2007 18:37:30 GMT -5
“Greetings Vialia, I’m glad you could join me on such short notice,” he said as he stood up when he saw her. Looking at the fellow Farseer he was surprised at her young age, but then quickly he wasn’t that old either, and that it was only his long time with the souls of the dead that made him feel as old as he did. He motioned for Vialia to sit down across from him, seating at the same time.
“I know we’re wait for at least one more guest, but time is short and I’d like to get to the business at hand, namely the fact that we’re surrounded on all sides by enemies. I don’t really want to get into an armed conflict, but it seems we’ve been left no choice, though it would be foolish to just attack the first enemy that wanders too close. What visions of the future have you seen in this system? I’m afraid I’ve not been here long enough to get a clear idea. Also which races are there out there? My sensors have only picked up Guardsmen, a goodly sized squabble of Orks, and of course those d**n Marines,” he said furrowing his brow and under his breath adding. “It seems like there’s a plague of them in this galaxy.”
He straightened up, folding his fingers together in front of himself and finished by saying, “Not to mention our Dark Kin.”
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Post by kyrolon on Feb 14, 2007 19:53:07 GMT -5
"Thank you, Vralis. I have never been aboard a true Wraithship before. I must admit I find it... uncomfortable. I dislike the use of the Wraith constructs as well, but on this scale..."
She let her words trail off with sad regret. She did not wish to offend her host, but she did not have the experience to close out the swirl of emotions and thought that crossed the open spaces of the wraithship like breezes of ventilation would on any other.
"At any rate. We were brought here by a vision I experienced some months ago. I foresaw a starship made of Dark Crystal embedded in a Large Space Hulk. Those visions led me here with the sense of urgency that someone, or something would need Alaitoc's presence here to be saved, and that saving the object of my vision would be of benefit in the future. Above that I do not know. Our sensors indicate that the ship does indeed exist on the Hulk at the outer reach of the system. Before you even arrived I dispatched a scouting party to the surface of Tiorl 7 to gather information, and to raid the foul Astartes encampments to direct thier attention inward. As for the Orks, I could care less. Unless they are in the way."
"That is my plan so far. I have an Eclipse class cruiser at my disposal along with several squadrons of escorts. Once the humans are engaged on Tiorl 7, I will take the Messenger of Triumph outsystem to the Hulk and investigate."
"Any assistance you can provide would be appreciated."
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Post by rddragon5 on Feb 14, 2007 20:20:40 GMT -5
“Uncomfortable?” he asked, sounding a little confused. “Ahh well I guest its due to all the voices of the spirits. We come from a very different mold you and I. I’ve felt and heard the sounds of spirits long since past since I was but a child. I find them more comforting then anything else, but I guess that’s why I became a Spiritseer.”
Just then Vralis’s face contorted, and he clutched at the sides of his head, and groaned out, “NO this can’t be, why here, why did it have to be them.” He looked up at Vialia his eye’s burning with psychic energy.
He said only one thing, “The Tyranids are here.”
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Post by kyrolon on Feb 14, 2007 20:47:48 GMT -5
Vialia opened her eyes once more. The pain had been less intense for her than it had been for the spiritseer, but she could understand why as the arrival of the Great Devourers dampened the voices of the Spirits about them. The spiritseer had a much more sensitive connection to them than she did. Nevertheless her senses felt the dulling of what the Psykers of the galaxy had come to call the Shadow in the Warp.
"I know this must be difficult for you, Vralis, with the history of your people. It does not surprise me, however. Such infestations often follow Space Hulks arrivals. Nevertheless, this will be something to complicate my mission here. If that hulk contains any dormant Tyranids then they will now be waking up with the arrival of this splinter fleet. We must move swiftly even if the other Craftworlders cannot support us."
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Post by eldarcommander on Feb 16, 2007 21:08:58 GMT -5
The Eldar of Aliatoc and Inyaden had meet prior to Huthero's arrival, and now Huthero was being taken to meet them both and perhaps see if it would be possible for them to fall under one command. He met with Farseer Viala of Craftworld Alaitoc, and Spiritseer Vralis, and together they discussed their strategy.
"Welcome my brothers, I am saddened to have to meet you under these circumstances, but I fear this is the best we can do. Spiritseer? You said you could feel the hive mind when Inyaden and Alaitoc met?"
"Yes Lord Huthero, I am sure of it. We of Inyaden know the Devourer well, and it is on its way here."
"Hmmmm, in that case we shall have to move our plans up to prepare some sort of defense."
"Agreed."
"Farseer, I am asking that Alaitoc take its rangers and lead our forces in scouting the Hulk, as this is our priary asset."
"Understood, we go with the strentgh of Asuryan."
"Leilith be woth you sister."
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Post by rddragon5 on Feb 16, 2007 21:36:54 GMT -5
Vralis welcomed his new guest standing as he entered, and sitting once everyone was at the table. The Spiritseer now wore a face of mild anger, his mind prickling with the sensation of the hive mind.
“It seems we have a split interest my fellow Eldar. It would also appear our small forces are over specialized, more so then would be were we able to draw from each of our own respective craft worlds. It is with this weakness that I propose an alliance. Combining our forces into a larger military pool of power to be drawn upon by any of us. I will gladly lend the strength of my wraithbone bound brothers, trusting them to your guiding hands.”
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Post by kyrolon on Feb 16, 2007 21:50:18 GMT -5
Vialia breathed a mental sigh of relief now that they seemed to be making some headway toward a unified plan.
"It shall be done as you suggest, Autarch. I will personally see to it that a landing zone is scouted on the surface of the Hulk. I will depart immediately. Vralis, I previously dispatched forces to land on the surface of Tiorl. I will inform them to support you as needed there."
The Farseer felt another disturbance and smiled at this new interruption.
"More of our kin have arrived. I will be busy for a time reappraising my forces of our plans, perhaps one of you could contact these new arrivals and appraise them of our plan so far."
She clasped the forearm of the worried looking spiritseer firmly to give him reassurance, and nodded at the venerable Autarch.
"Do not fear, my friend. We shall drive the Devourers from this place and they shall trouble your world not. Perhaps it is by the grace of Lilleath that you were brought here for this very purpose. Be well, both of you."
She turned then to leave in a soft swirl of robes motioning for the young guardian at the entrance of the Garden to lead her back to the bay where the Vampire that had delivered her here awaited. It would be good to be back among the living again.
Post Script: The narrative snippet I posted in additional narratives would come after this sequentially. (in case it isn't clear ;D
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Post by althanan on Feb 18, 2007 16:43:03 GMT -5
Althanan gazed down at the Eye from his command station aboard the Warden of the Stars. The closer he got to it, the more unnerved it made him, but he knew that whatever it was that he had been seeing for decades when he went down the skeins of probability... it was here. It was now. And the threat it represented had never been greater.
Feeling an almost empty presence, Althanan glanced over and saw a Tau cruiser and it's escorts disgorging dropships towards the surface of the Eye. For whatever reason, the right of the Tau ships streaking towards that crystalline surface filled Althanan with even more dread than before.
"Torin!" Althanan barked to his Autarch. "Fire on those dropships... keep the Tau from reaching the Eye!" But even as the Warden's forward batteries started sending fire streaking out towards the Tau, he knew it was too little, too late.
"Bring the fleet to us Torin, and prepare a low-orbit drop of a full battlegroup. Wave Serpents and Falcons. I will lead the force myself. Stand by here and await further instructions."
With that, Althanan swept off to prepare himself for the coming battles.
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Post by Commander Sureblade on Feb 21, 2007 7:52:21 GMT -5
"it is time we communicated properly with our kin." Said the first "They will have made assumptions by our actions. our landing upon the planet will have been detected." said the second "Yalor should send the message. He has proven himself in battle upon the surface." said the third. "then it is decided." concluded the first. "He shall speak with our kin."
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“Farseer Vialia, greetings, I am Farseer Yalor of Warhost Arzar. I bid you well in these dark times.
Please forgive me and my warhost for its lack of communication but upon entering the system we were immediately assailed by an Imperial Fleet. They withdrew but our losses were equal. We in turn made headway to the planet and have only recently been in a position to communicate our situation.
I shall assume from the appearance of both Iyanden and Alaitoc ships in consert that an alliance has been formed. We too wish to assist our brothers in battle.
We have established a landing zone on the planet Tiorl 7 too the south of the Celestine peaks. Already we are assailed by Tyranids but we have held out. Fresh reinforcements will soon be sent from our ships in orbit and we stand ready to assist in any offensives you see fit to set up. No imperial activity has been detected in our immediate area for we find ourselves in a remote location with only the foul Tyranid enemy as company. We shall soon set about cleasning this area of this evil.
In turn, I personally intend to find out what has become of our brethens soul stones and put a stop to this vile act that these accursed aliens had fallen to. I shall assume you are aware of these acts being that you have been in system longer than us. it was my rangers who reported these findings to me. We are already acting.
But I ask you if the warhost may be of further use in other areas of operations? We know that at least some Eldar landings have been affected upon the space hulk that is near the planet. Prehapes we can assist you here? Our small fleet is ready to strike were-ever it is required to clear the enemy."
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"you are sure this Vialia is the right one?" asked Yalor as the Guardian squad leader cut the psychic band communication. "From our intelligence already in place, yes Farseer, this Vialia of Alaitoc is one that we know of. the message was sent directly to the Alaitoc ship" "very good."
The landing was going well. the first skirmish had concluded with minimum casulties, a defensive line established and Ranger teams already probing ahead. But Yalor did not need to even order such things. the Warriors of Arzar knew what to do. It left Yalor to wonder on other things,
Such as why he? he was the youngest of the Farseers assigned to Warhost Arzar. surely the Autarch Razora or one of the older more experienced Farseers's would have been a better choice for this important mission? and why in turn was it he who was to communicate with there brethen? Assigned as he was to be the cooridnating for the ground offensive. Why him? why him who had so recently become one with the path of the seer? was this a test? and if so, what kind? test of leadership? diplomacy? both?
Yalor shook his head and bid the Guardian leader return to his squad and tend the wounded of the recent Tyranid attack. he could not linger on the whys. only on the hows. Whatever happened, he was sure he was being watched.
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"he's worried." "so he should be. if he fails the blood of many Eldar will be on his hands." "and if he succeeds?" "Then the council will been proven right."
PS: sorry for the lateness in 'official' communication. think I've jumped the gun too quick. will be more careful in the coming weeks with battle reporting and narrative. its been a while since I wrote proper stories for the Eldar.
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Post by kyrolon on Feb 21, 2007 13:44:25 GMT -5
Gaerin glanced at the communications tech as a new signal came in.
"What is it Malore?"
"We have received communications from another fleet of our kin."
"Put them through."
"What about Farseer, Vialia?"
"This is different. She is not here this time."
Gaerin listened to the message, and smiled knowing that Jaheris' forces on Tiorl 7 would have some more support.
"Send the following transmission.
To Warhost Arzar. This is Autarch Gaerin aboard the Messenger of Triumph. Farseers Vialia and Jaheris are both deployed on missions at the moment. Contact with them could take a while. Until then let me extend to you the greetings of Alaitoc and welcome you to the Tiorl System. We are currently undertaking two operations. Farseer Vialia is leading a force to explore the Dark Crystalline ship embedded in the hulk. Farseer Vralis of Iyanden has landed on the seventh planet to begin purging the system of the Devourers. All the Farseers were in agreement that the activity of this strain proved a danger to our entire race.
We have designated the two operations as Operation Dark Star for the mission to the hulk, and Operation Pestilence for the fight against the devourer. Support is needed in both operations at your discretion, Farseer.
I will report all of this to Farseer Vialia. Be warned though the reports from the hulk are not good so far. The Astartes have intervened.
May Khaine guide your warriors' hands.
Gaerin, out."
"Send the message."
"As you will, Autarch"
Gaerin turned back to watching the stars, hoping that the reinforcements would be enough. He had a bad feeling that Vialia was in over her head.
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