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Heyy guys, thanks for checking this out! First off, just to say that I'm not a professional writer and do so only for fun. Depending on people's opinions I'll continue this series as and when I get time to write. Anyway, enjoy and please comment on anyways you think that this could be improved or what you thought of it in general,

Thanks,

Iranna.

PART ONE

It was there again; the darkness; the gnawing; the hunger. It fled from Iranna’s mind like a shadow from the light. She tried to follow it as it attempted to retreat from her mind, the skeins of the future quickly slipping from her grasp.

“Farseer.” began the warlock Vorlan.

Iranna’s eyes batted open, the beast she had been tracking long gone.

“Yes Vorlan?” she sighed.

“Autarch Arwan has requested an audience with you.”

“Send him in.”

“Yes, of course Farseer.” Vorlan bowed, and opened the smooth door to the meditation chamber with a simple flick of his hand.

“Thank you Vorlan, you may leave now.” Arwan nodded.

“Yes Autarch.” Vorlan gave Iranna a look of what seemed to be warning, and left without a word.

“How may I be of assistance, Arwan?” Iranna enquired.

“I require your divination Farseer.” His tone seemed grim.

“For what purpose Autarch?” Iranna’s tone became more serious, her face darkening.

“There is something appearing on our long-range scanners, something unknown and large.”

“What do the scanners read?” Iranna’s heart seemed to beat just a little faster.

“Life forms; heading straight for the Craftworld.” The air was silent.

Iranna’s heart sank.

“I know of what you speak of.” Her voice became quiet, almost hushed.

“I have been following it since it has entered the galactic plane.” Iranna looked directly into Arwan’s eyes. In them, she saw something she had never seen before: fear.

“What have you gathered” The urgency in his voice only proved to confirm Iranna’s fears.

“Nothing.” Arwan’s eyes grew larger, fear gorging itself upon the unknown.

“How is this possible? You may be the youngest Farseer for a millennia but a Farseer you are still are you not?” Arwan’s words angered Iranna; she felt strong emotions which she had restrained for nearly a hundred years bubbling to the surface.

“Do you doubt my abilities Autarch?” Her voice was fierce and sharp, as if her tongue was a Witchblade.

“I have seen more in my visions than you will ever upon the field of battle. The future is clouded and uncertain and I wander through the fog in hope of some break in it. Do not question my efficiency.” Her mental barriers felt the rush of anger and braced themselves, trying to contain her rising emotions.

“Forgive me Farseer, I meant no disrespect.” Arwan bowed humbly.

“There is a blanket, a shadow, surrounding this ‘life form’ as you say. I have had little luck penetrating the smog.”

Arwan thought momentarily, pondering the next course of action for Craftworld Dael’Rea.

“Do you think we can avoid it?” Arwan eventually asked.

“From what I can gather; I believe not. It seems to be adversely affecting our jump drives. We’re too slow without them.”

Arwan sighed.

“Convene the Council Iranna. This is an issue I cannot solely decide on. We must discuss our next course of action.” Arwan turned quickly and walked out, his troubled steps echoed in the chamber.

‘I fear for us all.’ Thought the Farseer as she rose to her feet.

Interesting opening; there's definitely an ominous feeling to this story. Keep up the good work. Also, I am extremely curious about what is attacking the Craftworld. My guess would be some sort of Chaos Space Marine fleet (they'd probably have the sorcerers needed to subvert the Farseer's vision and cloud the fleet) or Necrons (they have the antiwarp technology needed to cloud visions and also have the technology needed to mess up jump drives and that sort of thing).

Thank you for the comment! It means a lot!

The threat will become apparent very soon, don't worry

Iranna.

I'm now extremelu curious about what the threat is; I'll make sure to read the new update as soon as it comes out.

Like it so far waiting on baited breath

Sorry for the year-long wait guys. This has been sat on my computer for I don't know how long but here's part 2, enjoy!


Part 2
Iranna strode down the long hallway towards the Council chamber. This place brought back so many memories. She let her mind wander back do the day she was annointed as a Farseer in the very chamber.

As was customary on Dael'Rea, there was a huge celebration throughout the Craftworld; Farseers were few and far between on Dael'Rea and her annointment was taken to be a good omen for things to come.

Others however, did not share the sentiment. Many, some believed it to be a simple farce. After all, Iranna was barely 20 years old and many were astounded that someone could advance so far on a path so quickly.

Iranna came before the massive wraithbone doors of the wraithbone chamber, the sounds of gentle humming of chatter could be heard coming from behind. Taking a deep breath, she entered.

The crowded chamber was filled with every seer in Dael’Rea. Farseer Iranna could feel the uneasiness in the room, pervading from not only the younger, less experienced Warlocks but also from the most senior Farseers.

As Iranna took her place, ready to address the Council, Autarch Arwan entered the chamber.

“My fellows” She began.

“The Craftworld is in grave danger and we must decide a course of action.”

The crowd became anxious at this, some murmured quietly while others became intrigued, their postures becoming more rigid in their seats.

“What is it you have seen, Iranna?” Farseer Kermon, senior seer of Dael’Rea enquired.

“Brothers and sisters, there is an entity headed for the Craftworld. Its age is met only by its hunger. We cannot outrun it.”

Anxiousness became worry.

As Iranna finished her speech, a figure burst abruptly into the chamber. He was garbed in the robes of the outcast and his face was covered in a veil of terror.

“What is the meaning of this?” Arwan hissed at the youth, who looked no older than an adolescent.

“Council, forgive me but I bring news from our Rangers” said the youth, panting from the journey across the Craftworld.

“Speak child” said Kermon.

“They are coming.” The young ranger’s voice became hushed and solemn.

“Who is coming?” Arwan demanded.

“The Tyranids” The Council erupted into a mass of voices vying for a course of action. Arwan stood with his mouth agape and Iranna shrunk to her knees as her worst fears became reality.

“What do we do?”

“We have to fight”

“No we must flee”

“What can we do?”

The cacophony of voices became ever-louder, until Kermon stood upon the podium where Iranna was knelt.

“Silence!” boomed his ancient and wise voice.

The Council turned to face him.

“Autarch” Kermon addressed Arwan, who promptly stood to attention.

“Yes Farseer?”

“Gather the other Autarchs and devise a plan of defence, fortify the Craftworld.”

“Aye!” Arwan nodded, and marched out of the chamber to devise a plan of war.

“Iranna, come, I will need your assistance in divining the size of the encroaching fleet.”

“Of course Farseer”

“Prepare for war” ordered Kermon, the assembly of Warlocks and Farseer s hastily dispersed.

“So, it is worse than we could ever have expected” stated Kermon to Iranna as they cast dozens of runes to decipher the extent of the Tyranid menace.

“An entire Hive Fleet?” asked Iranna.

“It seems so” he replied.

“How can the Craftworld stand against this?” asked Iranna, scrying every possible strand of the future and everytime hearing nothing but the scratch of claws and the scrape of hooves and the screams of the dying.

“It cannot” Kermon’s head was bowed.

“Iranna” Kermon looked into her eyes.

“I have a mission for you”.

Hope you've enjoyed it so far, again I'm so sorry for the wait.

Iranna.

Part 3 guys!

Iranna’s mind was awash with a tidal wave of conflicting emotions.

‘How can I be asked to do such a thing?’ the weight of the decision bore heavy on her. Had Kermon asked too much?

Her mind stretched back on the event which had transpired mere hours ago.

“We must evacuate our Spirit stones.” Kermon said, with a heavy heart.

“What?” asked Iranna, puzzled by the Farseer’s words.

“The Spirit Stones, in the Infinity Circuit, they must be taken far away from here” Stated Kermon.

“How...” began Iranna, before the wizened voice of Kermon interrupted her.

“You must take them”

Iranna felt a surge of anger course through her. How could he ask of her such a task; to ferry the dead to safety while the living fought for their very lives?

“Farseer, why do you ask this of me?” Iranna’s voice had a harsh tone to it, which she realised after she had said it.

“I ask this because I, we, must ensure our people’s survival. You have a long life ahead of you. It must be you.”

“Am I to traverse the void alone?”

“No child, Warlock Vorlan will accompany you and 50 civilians.”

Iranna felt weak, sick even.

“So 50 of us shall run while the rest of the Craftworld is butchered at the hands of the Great Devourer?” Iranna’s anger seethed from her words.

“Yes. You must ensure our Craftworld’s survival.” Kermon said bluntly.

“Even if the rest of it should die?” Iranna couldn’t believe the words which were coming from the Farseer’s mouth.

“It is, I’m afraid, what must come to pass.”

“And where am I to ferry our ancestors while my kin die in droves?”

“There is an Exodite World, untouched by strife or war or threat, it is there you shall take them.” Kermon was either oblivious to Iranna’s sarcastic tone or merely ignorant of it.

“I cannot, Farseer. I could not live with myself, knowing that my kin died to save myself.” Iranna was ready to walk away.

“The living shall bear death or the dead shall be damned. Every soul of a Craftworld lost, lest the Farseer runs with the speed of Anaris” Kermon spoke of a prophecy and Iranna knew at that moment, that she had no choice.

She had to become the courier of the dead.

Iranna.

Not bad. I am rather intrigued and you seem to keep up the feeling. One small observation, between dialogues you could give some description of the space that the protagonists are in.

I.E.
Farseer Iranna walked slowly into the ancient counsil chamber. Its design and decorations always left her short of breath and she remebered the time when she was appointed as a Farseer of the Craftworld. The youngest and most prominent farseer some had said. But the ill-fated news she brought into this, once-glorious, chamber snapped her mind back to the task at hand. She observed the crowded chamber and saw that it was filled with every seer in Dael’Rea. Farseer Iranna could feel the uneasiness in the room, pervading from not only the younger, less experienced Warlocks but also from the most senior Farseers.

Again these 2 lines is something I came up rather hastily, just to give an example, of course you can expand and give more details if need be. Also my Eldar knowledge is rather limited so I could not further describe the Counsil chamber or what feeling it would inspire to an observer.

But I think you get my point
You need some environment and setting description as to set us in the mood of the protagonist even more!
Looking forward for more!!!

Bobakos wrote:Not bad. I am rather intrigued and you seem to keep up the feeling. One small observation, between dialogues you could give some description of the space that the protagonists are in.

I.E.
Farseer Iranna walked slowly into the ancient counsil chamber. Its design and decorations always left her short of breath and she remebered the time when she was appointed as a Farseer of the Craftworld. The youngest and most prominent farseer some had said. But the ill-fated news she brought into this, once-glorious, chamber snapped her mind back to the task at hand. She observed the crowded chamber and saw that it was filled with every seer in Dael’Rea. Farseer Iranna could feel the uneasiness in the room, pervading from not only the younger, less experienced Warlocks but also from the most senior Farseers.

Again this is something I came up rather hastily, just to give an example. Also my Eldar knowledge is rather limited so I could not further describe the Counsil chamber or what feeling it would inspire.

But I think you get my point
You need some environment and setting description as to set us in the mood of the protagonist even more!
Looking forward for more!!!

Thanks for the advice! I'll do some editing and see what I can come up with!

Thanks for taking the time to look!

Iranna.

Dont think you need to do any editing to what you have (for now) just keep the advice in mind when you write the other part (want more!!!)

Glad I could be of some assistance!

Excellent new entries. The dialogue does a nice job of conveying the very formal/regal/uppity/ancient nature of the Eldar. Maybe describe more in the next entry, but beyond that it's great!

LoneLictor wrote:Excellent new entries. The dialogue does a nice job of conveying the very formal/regal/uppity/ancient nature of the Eldar. Maybe describe more in the next entry, but beyond that it's great!

Thanks, coming from you it means a lot.

I have had the feeling that the parts need more sustenance that isn't dialogue. I'll work on it and see what I can come up with!

Iranna.

Nice like it mate

Iranna, this is probably the most exciting Eldar story I have seen for a while. Good to see a fellow Eldar play write!

-Ogryn

Thanks for the support everyone!

My last exam is tomorrow so I'm looking forward to having the time to write again!

Iranna.

Same as everyone else, looking forward to the next part of the story.

BaneGuard wrote:Same as everyone else, looking forward to the next part of the story.

Which, as it stands, is about half-way done.

Iranna.

Love it!

Part 4 guys!

(Ps. I'm wondering whether to move on to a split narrative from both Iranna and Arwan's perspectives or to just keep it as Iranna. The way I see it is, if I go split then I can get a battle scene done earlier than what I currently have planned so I'll let you guys choose. Leave a comment or PM me if you think you'd like that or not.)

Seven days. Seven days until the lush paradise around her became the scene of war and violence and bloodshed and death. Iranna studied it all, closer than she ever had it seemed; the gentle, comforting breeze; the delicate insects and wildlife which darted from tree to tree and shrub to shrub and the once-busy streets, now littered with the signs of war. All of it would soon be gone, lost forever.

"No." She though defiantly. "Not all"

"Your eyes betray your feelings Farseer" Autarch Arwan appeared at her side, his time as a Scorpion was obviously not wasted.

"And your façade fails to hide your own anxiety, Autarch." Nothing was hidden from her thoughts, and Arwan's nerves were fraught and frayed. Neither of them spoke, the silence was thick and rife with the tang of the upcoming war.

"Kermon told me of your mission Iranna" she cut the Autarch off with a swift shove, catching him off-guard and sending him into the nearby wall.

"I did not ask for this! You have no idea what this is doing to me Autarch!" her explosive anger was taking a heavy toll on her emotional barriers, straining her very being.

"Iranna, you still do not understand do you?" Arwan remained calm and composed, he was not as young as she and not as easily pushed to emotional extremes.

"You have the most difficult task of any of us, our people will look to you to lead them years from now and you must guide them in the way that you see fit. You are not running, you are preserving." Arwan's tone was solemn: he knew as well as she, he would not survive this onslaught.

"I must rest Autarch, my ship leaves tomorrow morning. May Khaine be with you." with tears in her eyes, she left. To her, she was not only turning her back on Arwan, but the very place that nourished her existence.



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 moments 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.

Hello,

I've been creeping this story since I read the first part. I'm definitely enjoying it! Thanks for taking the time and effort to write something like this up.

I think splitting a split narrative would be a nice idea.

Thanks!

denomic wrote:Hello,

I've been creeping this story since I read the first part. I'm definitely enjoying it! Thanks for taking the time and effort to write something like this up.

I think splitting a split narrative would be a nice idea.

Thanks!

Thanks, it means a lot that you're following it.

This was my idea for it (Possible Spoilers!):



Iranna.

I think the idea of splitting the story would be a great idea.

I agree, splitting is a good idea. Also I like the fact that you have given the setting some description!!! (i.e. First paragraph) Keep at it!

You know who would stop the Tyranids from destroying your craftworld? The Grey Knights of the Vengeance Crusade, swooping down from their thunderhawks to unleash a burning purge of all things Tyranid. It would (slightly) be lore-friendly too, because I think the Grey Knights team up with Eldar a few times in their codex... Though I am not sure what happened after that, if they killed them or wiped their memories or something else... Either way. Just saying.

I'm planing on write about my own craftworld and I was wondering if I could mention your craftworld in my story?

or

strikingscorpion wrote:I'm planing on write about my own craftworld and I was wondering if I could mention your craftworld in my story?

or

Most certainly.

If you'd like, drop me a PM and I shall tell you my plan for this story and you can work it into your fluff!

Iranna.

Thank you for doing this, I love the Eldar too and there's surprisingly little literature on a race with such a dramatic, vast history.

This story is very dynamic, interesting, and has the perfect "Feeling" for Eldar - it is easy to imagine the whole Craftworld, the whole existence of your army's history. I hope Iranna is fairing well in her troubles!

Thanks for all the replies everyone, it means a lot!

This is just to say that because of my final exams coming in about 6 weeks, Warhammer in general has taken a back seat.

I'll still strive to get part 5 done, but it may be a while yet!

Thanks again for all the support!

Iranna.

Wow, you should go pro at writing. I will follow this thread religiously =) please leave the speculation of who the attackers are going to be....just a little while longer .. thank you for a grate story.