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So doing this story in segments as typing it up as to not keep people waiting for any longer then they may of. But here is the start of the story for all to enjoy the first section of until the next part is typed out and gone over countless times.


In the words of Lurcio (Pronounced as Lurk-io) from the British comedy show "Up Pompeii", its time now for the Prologue...

The following tale speaks of the trials and tribulations of what began as a Kabalite Mercenary who through his own ambition, malice and greed achieved the position of Archon of the Kabal of Twisted Spines. So ladies and gentlemen, prepare for a disturbing story of opportunism, deceit, betrayal and of course...death.

In the grim future of the 41st Millennium there is much hardship within the Galaxy. Humanity toils to sustain its own overstretched borders against the horrors that lurk on all fronts. For many, a life of toil, suspicion and Religious persecution under the endless urban sprawl of the Hive cities is often considered Hell, but that is merely a word. To truly experience Hell one only needs to take a step into the nightmarish City of Commorragh to truly appreciate what horrors and pure evil can exist within this bleak reality.

Deep within the ancient Webway network, created by the first interstellar race, referred to as “The Old Ones”, the city of Commorragh is a testament to all that is depraved, violent and selfish. The city defies all rational explanation due to the very nature of the Webway, as it follows no common laws of Physics, expanding in all dimensional planes. Dark Spires reach out in all directions, looming over the vast network of Ports, fighting arenas and slave pits, all bathed by the sickening black light of the many stolen suns that hovered around the city.

In one of the furthest edges of Commorragh, lies the sprawling port of Serranus, one of many refuges for some of the most vile and depraved xenos that the Imperium is forced to deal with in its endless battles across the stars. The port, like all places in Commorragh, holds residence for cut throat Mercenary bands, Kabalite strongholds, Wych cult fighting arenas and the ever constant gangs of slaves being taken down to the lower depths of the city to toil away in the hellish undercity factories, where death seems like a luxury in comparison.

In a normal day at Serranus, a mere few hundred Kabalite and Wyches would fall at the blades of others who seek power or wealth. Archons would play at petty politics, mostly conducted with daggers and death and seeking favours to get ever closer to the ears of Vekt himself. Much of these politics only resulted in minor ripples in the vast ocean of territorial warfare and false friendships. However it was deep within these streets and alleyways that a vast wave would come crashing through, destroying all in its path and ushering in the tale of the Kabal of the Twisted Spines.

A group of Kabalite warriors from a newly created Kabal of Seeping Wounds were heading down a darkened street, looking for a suitable building to use for their next push into their rival gang’s territory. However as they entered a building to place down their banner they suddenly noticed a dark figure lurking near the windows, silhouetted by the dim glow of the hanging oil lamp on the darkened brick wall.

“This belongs to the Kabal of Seeping Wounds, leave now or your soul will be dragged screaming from your still living body!” The lead Kabalite warrior roared.
His already nocturnal vision allowed him to see red, gash like marking on the silhouettes chest, betraying the characters alleigence to a Kabal that was unfamiliar with the Kabilite. The mystery man then removed his helmet and coldly looked the leader with a gaze that seemed to pierce his very soul.

“It would be unwise to do such a thing.” The silhouette replied with a cold malevolence that, despite his own fearsome reputation, making the lead Kabalite shudder slightly before he quickly composed himself, rage and shame shooting through him at his momentary weakness.

The figure who had until now been sitting in a wooden chair at the far end of the room, slowly rose, revealing a decorative Splinter Pistol in his right hand and perforated dagger at his hip. For a few moments, the figure stood motionless, watching the four men, goading them with his silent confidence. Unable to contain himself anymore from the building tension, mingled with his own burning hatred of this mysterious man he decided to kill him quickly to regain control of the situation.

“Coat the walls with his blood! Keep him alive if you can, I want to see if this bastard will be so brave when back at the stronghold chambers” the leader ordered drawing his dagger, making stabbing gestures towards the figure. The Kabalite’s, with a Dark Elders typical grace, rushed towards the figure, drawing their blades as they advanced.

The Silhouette leaned it’s body forwards slightly, quickly holstering the pistol and drawing his own dagger handle in an almost fluid like motion but the leader was already upon him bringing his dagger in an arch towards the mystery man’s chest, after all the dagger was poisoned, so as long at in pierced the skin the location was not so important. In a seeming impossible act, the man jumped forward through the attacking group making quick precision movements with his blade arm, and with that one flowing action, the fight was already over.

As the leader turned to face him, he found his legs would not respond and tumbled to the floor in shock and confusion. He reached for his legs and found his arms were also not responding. He breathed to shout for his men but no sound came out and the world started to grow dark and heavy through his vision. He took one more attempt to shout, but instead warm blood rushed from his throat which he found he could not cough or vomit out. It took him a few more seconds to realise he’d been stabbed with a poisoned blade and a few more minutes to choke to death in cramping agony as the poison went to work on his muscles and organs.

The remaining Kabalites fared little better than their fallen leader all dying in the same slow agonising process, each having am almost invisible pin prick on the back of each of their necks, the figure places the dagger back into the pouch and gave a slow heavy sigh.

“Four more souls for She Who Thirsts...such as waste.” He murmured before heading out of the building, moving into the main streets and blending into the jostling crowds, moving towards a small building which house one of many Mercenary posts which allocated work for the various Acherons for whom the port was their playground.


Keep an close eye here folks for the next segment (unsure on time gaps due to having back log of models and YouTube page work).

Alright folks so managed to have a bit more time to continue with this Dark Eldar Story that is explaining about how the Kabal of the Twisted Spines began, starting with how the Kabal got its name and what Tazneran did to get him to become an Archon, well here is the next part of the story to finish off the first of three sections of this dark background

As the crowds emerge off the newly arriving raiders and other vessels arrive, a Kabalite Trueborn heads off the larger Raider as he heads through the crowd,
“See your back here again Tazneran, but do see you had some fun” as he says as he notices his dagger’s hilt had being moved before chuckling to himself, moving his hands up to take off his helmet, revealing dark red dreadlocks in centre as the hair to the sides were a slightly brighter shade of red.
“Just some new Kabal tried to take a building, was their bad luck I was in there at time” as Tazneran looks at the Trueborn warrior,
“Captured many slaves and souls in this raid this time Kerlizo?” as he turns round before heading back with him towards a larger brewery like building stood as he hears Kerlizo seem to chuckle to himself.
“Got a large group this time, Should have some weaker ones there for you to keep yourself entertained” as he lets a grin emerge on his lips before they head inside.

As they enter the brewery like building, they see the lower floor with areas only faintly lit by the web way from outside, only leaving very dim lit sections as rest is extremely dark. Whilst the upper level is only known by the loud yells and splinter pistols being shot randomly from different rooms as Kerlizo snickers to himself,
“See it’s just as its always being” before he slowly walks towards the steps, seeing people round where he walks past looking to him, recognising him as they bow their heads. Kerlizo begins to drag his glove along the broken, shot up, sliced railing as he moves his spare hand towards his splinter pistol as his lips move into a smirk.
“Tazneran, you want to make this place quiet?” as he looks back to him, keeping his smirk.
“Could be worth the souls as the silence lingers” Tazneran replies before getting his splinter pistol out, seeming to be of an basic look whilst Kerlizo had an golden casing in the middle section of his splinter pistol, seeming to be of a much better adapted version. As Kerlizo’s left boot just touched the very top of the upper level, he suddenly drew his pistol, sending two splinters through the door as a sudden silence became in the room, following a suddenly thud from the two. Tazneran seemed to be slightly surprised to see his aim and skill as he then snickered under his helmet,
“See your aim is always remains on target” whilst he begins to walk along the walkway, seeing where splinters had shot into the walk way, moving his pistol towards the door before he uses his right knee to hit against the door, swiftly weaving his body round to the side of the door, seeing a few splinters become shot through the door as he smirks, moving his pistol away as he gets his blade ready. One of the three in the room move towards the door, checking if anyone is there before suddenly opening it, seeing no one there as he turns back facing the room. As his back becomes fully facing the walkway, his body suddenly tenses up before being sent into the room, knocking the other two’s splinter pistols off aim as Tazneran swiftly moves into the room, weaving his body low down before rising up, using his blade to swiftly slice behind their necks, making them both tense before they collapse down. Kerlizo turns to look into the room whilst he looks to Tazneran,
“See you’ve gotten better since last time” as he snickers before heading into the room, shutting the door behind.
“This room will do, the others can wait.” Kerlizo added before sitting himself down,
“But in some news for you, my Kabal is going to be moving its location closer to central” as he rests his Splinter pistol on the shot up table, seeing it barely standing as he leans back, keeping his gaze on Tazneran.
“There is a placement in talk about me being chosen to become the next Archon in the Kabal I serve” as he cackles to himself before keeping his eyes fixed on him,
“Which means that if I become Archon, you’ll be joining up my Kabal” as he grins to him, before standing up to grab Tazneran’s right shoulder guard,
“You may even rival me once you become a trueborn” as he keeps his grin.

Before Tazneran can respond to this, a very loud metallic noise can be heard coming from outside the building as they gather their things and head straight to where the noise is coming from. As they get outside, they see three Talos Pain Engines dragging their metallic tails along the ground, being taken up into a large Raider as a Haemonculus slowly walks along side them, seeming to look briefly over at Tazneran and Kerlizo before turning his head back to slowly head into the Raider,
“Such a rare sight, that was Krall, he’s known as “The Butcher” in his Coven” Kerlizo tells Tazneran whilst he watches Krall just move out of view.
“We are hiring some mercenaries from this area to join us in the next raid, it is an Imperial world one of the human mercenaries mentioned” Kerlizo mentions to Tazneran before he grins to him,
“Want to join along for this one? If so, I’d have to take you to see the Archon I serve to show your usefulness” as he added on before turning himself to head down the walk ways next to the docking area. Knowing this was an opportunity to get more access to power and souls, Tazneran nods before heading along with Kerlizo, heading off deeper into the port of Serranus, preparing to meet his Archon…

So there is Tazneran is his Kabalite Warrior days, next installment to be written up and given to all of you readers a good story is the actions and reactions to what made Tazneran the Archon and how he created the Kabal in the next installment of reading.

To Be Continued...