History

As a young child growing up in the underbelly of Commorragh, Kalinda Drachex vowed to be more than just a simple Dark Eldar. Truthfully, all Commorites are destined to be pleasure-seeking, hedonistic thrill killers, but that doesn't mean a girl can't have a pastime.

Serving as one of the Kaballite Trueborn in Archon Malys' Poisoned Tongue Kabal, Drachex valued her duties as Blaster Toter #459 quite wholly. She revelled in the art of blasting apart the human Chimerae and Rhinos like tissue paper, and especially enjoyed the sizzling sound of a vaporized Guardsman shortly after realizing his end is near. Quickly, she climbed up the ranks of the Poisoned Tongue to the level of Dracon and found the secret to Malys' power; she had amassed a stash of a sort of human liquid sustenance featuring a large horned bovine on the front of the container; in the coarse human tongues it was written as 'Red Bull'.

As power-hungry as any Dark Eldar, Drachex stole away with a large collection of this 'Red Bull' in order to unlock its secrets; after about an hour in a dark secluded corner with this liquid she came to the conclusion that yes, indeed, this stuff did give you wings.

None will soon forget the puzzled looks upon the faces of the Scourges that reside across Commorragh's skyline as the half-crazed and extremely awake Dracon slowly made her way up the spires in her own personalized Venom. She felt secure in her actions, for the Scourges would never dare to attack her; they've been paid handsomely as emissaries and to invoke the ire of Malys would be to invoke the equivalent wrath of every post-menstrual woman ever to live in the universe.

At one last glance downward, she flung herself from the highest spire that she could find and began madly flapping her arms in a sort of bird-like cadence. The Scourges made no sound audible over the resounding 'whoosh' of a body in free-fall. After all, they couldn't care less.

Running through her mind was the sensation of ultimate freedom. Yes, she thought, now I've got them. Those damned Scourges shall never evade me again. All their taunting, their haughtiness, all for nothing. I shall reclaim the skies for the true Eldar, and I shall be the queen of all-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the incredible blunt pain of falling directly onto a flat surface. A flat, metal surface. A flat, flying, metal surface.

Waking up one hour later she found herself facing upward, staring into the eyes of a host of her own Kaballite Warriors. The familiar sail above told her she was on a Raider. And it was her favorite Raider. Later she would come to realize that in her free-fall, she had, out of extreme luck, fallen flat onto the deck of a Raider. A friendly Raider, not a spear, not a spike, a friendly Raider.

Suddenly, her entire thought process was changed. Why try to fly when we have these machines? These flying bringers of death, they can bring us to the prey faster!

Over the past centuries, Drachex eventually seceded from the Poisoned Tongue Kabal and founded her own, the Kabal of the Severed Sky. The name originates from Drachex's original flight cut short from her extreme luck.

Army Composition

-The Kabal of the Severed Sky believes in the Raider and Venom transports to be the only true vehicles and weapons of war. Why bother exposing yourself to the enemy when you can simply fly over them?

-The Kaballite Warriors and Trueborn of the Severed Sky are trained in firing on the move; so much that their natural reflexes to lead and track their targets impair their normal standing accuracy. Drachex's belief in flight as a weapon of war leads to the Warriors and their transports performing death-defying strafe maneuvers and interception attacks.

-The Severed Sky also employs a large number of Wyches. Drachex believes that while they foolishly leave themselves exposed, they are extremely useful. Plus they're naked, which is fun. The extensive training of their Raider pilots allows them to disgorge scores of Wyches into the heart of the enemy, train their weapons on the enemy armor and then come back mere minutes or even seconds later to pick their cargo back up.

-Ever since her 'competition' with the Scourges in trying to fly, she refuses to ask for their or the Hellions' help. Raider transports are good enough, she says, and at least Raiders don't talk smack about flying.