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I am have only rough knowledge of the fluff, and no knowledge of any books concerning this army or it's units. I would appreciate any mistakes pointed out as well as tips on my writing style.

The night sung quietly to Eldrad as he sat by a small pond lit by an alien glow emanating from the aquatic plants residing in the crevices of the rocks. This planet was new to him, the whole galaxy seemed to stare at him in anticipation. His brethren in battle had all but been destroyed in their last encounter; all that was left were Eldrad’s closest Warlock advisors, a few War-walkers, as well as aspect lord Karandras and his followers. Screams of the hundred strong defenders still haunted the air. Karandras had collected pieces of the fallen with his followers; they stripped the flesh from the bones, and assembled them into a small shrine on top of a large moss covered boulder. Runes were painted by the Warlocks on the boulder out of the glowing plants found in the area; Eldrad quietly chanted along with his advisors to guide the souls of the dead to the afterlife.

After a long rest, the tattered band awakened at dawn. Eldrad had not slept in days by this point and took no chances on this night; He was the only one in plain sight, levitating cross-legged above the pond while repeating the mantras of protection and divine intervention. He would not stand by idly while the enemy was known to destroy any shrine it came across. A sound had awakened Eldrad from his mantras in before the others awoke; he did not find the source of this noise, yet he did not feel danger from it.

While collecting themselves a great surge of wind poured through the small valley they had hidden in during the night. Several blurs shot through the trees, they seemed to be made of smoke. Lights reflected from the high sun blinded the War-walker pilots so they had to back into the rocks and trees. Eldrad made no move nor did he stop his mantra; his advisors began to emit a high pitched whistle with their spinning witchblades. One of the Warlocks threw his blade to Eldrad with tremendous force. Catching the blade with great dexterity Eldrad began to weave a spell of guidance. The two other Warlocks cast a blue light into the forest, revealing several running shapes. The War-walkers began to launch a salvo of plasma missiles through the canopy of the forest.

As the smoke from burning trees drifted towards the valley Karandras and his followers began to climb the left side of the valley. Eldrad turned and with a tremendous shout said “FOLLOW!”. The War-walkers spirit stones had already guided them towards the striking scorpion squad, before they even began their ascent. Eldrad and his advisors spoke three words in perfect unison and a Wave serpent shed it’s aquatic disguise. With a great smooth hum the transport opened it’s bay and the psykers entered.

A huge fight had broken out at the top of the valley and Eldrad was too far to assist the striking scorpion squad. A massive Carnifex could be seen tearing apart trees in attempts to land hits on the scorpions. Karandras had more or less mounted the carnifex and he began to rip the legs out of their sockets. The Carnifex fell, but not from Karandras’ attacks. Zipping through the trees bullets began to expertly dispatch the Carnifex. Not more than 10 yards away a Hive tyrant surrounded by guards began to charge Karandras. Laughter from not only Karandras but voices scattered through the trees sang loudly; Karandras could not help but feel the power surge through him. A large swarm of Rippers could be seen on through the trees running as fast as they could squirm towards the small band of Eldar. The War-walkers began to fire on the Rippers after cresting the hill. Eldrad spotted a small swarm of Genestealers around a quarter-mile off and had the hovering serpent open fire in that direction.

Karandras and a handful of striking scorpions began to run directly towards the Hive tyrant and guards. As the squad met with the monstrosities several colorful blurs took down the guards with stunning ease. A lone troupe master could be seen running towards the back of the monsters. Karandras drove his sword through the Hive tyrants tail into the ground as it swept at him with barbs the size of branches. The Hive tyrant retaliated by knocking several scorpions into rocks and trees, nearly killing all of them. Sweeping his claw in a massive arc Karandras drove the pincers directly into the Hive tyrants brain and tore it loose from it stem. The massive beast was not going to go so down easily and drove 2 talons into Karandras’ spine. Several shots hit the beast at once piercing the thick armor plates with ease. The Troupe master sliced into the crevices of the armor plates just under the hip, and brought the monster to it’s knees.

Karandras pulled the talons from his body without a sound and promptly broke both arms from their source. Many of the other Tyranids that were approaching now ran under the firepower of the War-walkers; two of the War-walkers had been damaged by a Lictor but in return caved it’s skull in with great ease. The far-off gene-stealers could be heard actually popping under the psychic pressure of the Warlocks destructor blasts. The few Rippers that remained were now being stepped on by the war walkers who had apparently tired of trying to shoot them.

With no time for celebration they hurried to their goal, to find and kill the source of this universal infestation. This was in Eldrad’s “younger” years where the embitterment of such great losses led him to make decisions that saved the Eldar at a cost to other races in the universe. Karandras actually carries a small rune carved from bones of all of the creatures he fell that day in one of his ceremonial dreadlocks. He takes great pride in these kills, and does not hesitate to stare at it for great lengths of time when he is on the hunt. Some say his true spirit is locked in that rune, for he prefers to be independent of all Warlocks and Farseer but Eldrad himself, who was the one to craft this powerful rune. One might say he trusts Eldrads advisors now that Eldrad himself is fallen, but few even know where Karandras resides.