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So, after much delay, here's part 5 guys!
Morning came; Iranna's heart cringed at the sight. Donning her ceremonial armour and gathering her few possessions, she made for the docks.
Iranna could sense the anxiousness in the Eldar around her, it filled the space around them like a pervasive smog clouding their other emotions; chocking them. The citizens of Dael'Rea had not seen combat in several centuries, the Craftworld had always been know as isolationist, even amongst Eldar society.
'And so, we are to be drained; sucked of life by the intergalactic cancer that is the Tyranid race.' she thought as she arrived at the harbour. There, she saw a sight which gave her fear a moment’s respite.
The Phoenix Lords were beings of legend across the galaxy, known to almost every race as the guardians of the Eldar and the demi-gods of war. Here, 3 of such beings stood in front of Iranna's ship, joined by Dael'Rea's Autarchs.
"Hail, sister!" cried Arwan, his recently sombre tone replaced with renewed vigour and strength. Iranna moved to join them, still awestruck at the presence of the supernatural beings before her.
"Is this the Farseer?" spoke Maugan Ra, his morbid armour intimidating in the extreme.
"I am." Iranna replied before Arwan could reply.
"She is fierce, that is clear." Jain Zar's voice had a glimmer of amusement sewn through it.
"You honour me with your compliments" Iranna humbly replied.
"Yet, I'm afraid that time is short." Iranna turned to Arwan, "Autarch, I must bid you farewell." stated Iranna as flatly as possible, beginning to be overcome with sadness.
"Of course Farseer, Good luck on your journey, may Anaris guide your ship".
"And may Khaine guide your blows Arwan."
"The wind shall guide you, Iranna. Follow it." Baharroth and the other Phoenix Lords bowned, a gesture of respect that Iranna repeated in kind.
Her journey was about to begin and yet she still wondered if she would have the strength to see it through.
“Farseer Kermon” Arwan approached the ancient seer as he meditated.
“Are our defences readied, Autarch?” his posture never changing once.
“As ready as they can be” Arwan’s voice was sombre, hushed.
“Good. The invasion begins soon”
“How soon, Farseer?”
“It is impossible to predict; this, shadow in the warp, it impedes my sight”
Suddenly, screams could be heard outside. Kermon reacted; his legs unfolding swift as night as he made for the door.
“Arwan, we are needed!” he called, grabbing his staff. Arwan was close behind, his heart racing.
As the pair entered the courtyard of the Tower of Seers, now a hastily drawn-up bulwark, they met Jain Zar herself.
“It appears there are Lictors hunting our citizens.” She said flatly, as she removed her spear from the head of the creature.
“Vaul aid us” whispered Arwan.
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