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His soul stones glowed with power, as the Warlock looked around himself. Being the only eldar on board, only he could detect that he was not the only Eldar on board. Another one, alone, roamed the ship.
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He met several encounters on his way. Chaos Marines, fallen worshippers of the human false god, and cultists who had sold their souls to the gods of the warp. But being an eldar, the Warlock had no difficulty masking his presence, as the Eldar were known for being masters of stealth.
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[spoiler]Eldar Gear Solid.[/spoiler] The Warlock, besides already able to mask his prescence and show no emotion decided that a illusion would also work best. Though while he was a adept in Psyker Energy he couldn't hold it up forever.
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[spoiler]Yeah. Like he just received his helmet.[/spoiler] The Eldar was already taking a risk on being such a ship, but he was more curious on why he was on such a ship. As he passed whatever creatures he saw he still had his doubts of this Eldar Female even being real.
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[i]"Warlock? What craftworld?"[/i] The voice of a female Eldar, masked beneath a helmet, resonated across the room. Soon enough, the woman in question revealed herself. She was equipped with the gear worthy of a Phoenix Lord, she bore the colours of craftworld Biel Tan, the warring craftworld. Her Ghosthelm was pure white, as were her clothes, adorned by green accents. She had the heart symbol of the craftworld etched within the runes of her dress, her twin shuriken caster well in hand, as well as her singing spear. She had an aura of Runes hovering around her, orbiting, giving her constant protection.
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"Slaanesh certainly has a prescence upon this ship, something we can both agree on. If we were on different terms I would not question you. But this ship is something to be wary of." He held the blade still. "I wish not for fighting, but if you are a mere ruse by Slaanesh I will not hesitate." The Warlock said. [spoiler]I'm searching up what Lugganath Eldar look like. I forgot.[/spoiler]
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[i]"You dare accuse a farseer of plotting with that wicked bastard? Do I look like a Dark Eldar to you?"[/i] She had her twin shuriken still pointed at him, not flinching. [i]"I have no need to prove myself to you. I have been surviving on this ship for the past month, alone. I know where my loyalties lie. Can you say the same?"[/i] She stared him down from under her helm. She spoke the truth, indeed she knew who she was herself. But if this new arrival thought it could intimidate her, it was thinking wrong. She was a farseer, the purest to be found within a craftworld. And although she was a descendant of Isha, she had no quarrel with fighting. Especially if it meant for her life. If this supposed warlock was seeking a confrontation, he would find one if he searched deep enough.
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"I..Apologize. I acted rather too harshly, I have only just woken from a slumber upon this ship." He of course did not seek such a confrontation, but on Lugganath they constantly fought Chaos. For they seeked no squabbles with the Imperium or The Tau unlike some other craftworlds. "But I had to be sure. For I am ever suspicious of this..place."
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She lowered her weapon. [i]"I understand your cautions, Warlock. This place is enough to drive anyone crazy, lest they know how to keep their sanity to them. I have gathered some information on this ship. It is an ancient Warp craft, called the 'Bloodwrath', and it's consciousness has kidnapped many great warriors from around the Galaxy to be part of some sort of ritual. That is as much as I could find, seeing as I began to actively research information not long ago. Also, seeing as I was the only Eldritch presence on board made it difficult to assure my safety..."[/i] Luckily for her, this farseer had, more than once, worked alongside Imperial and Tau forces, often times to ward off Chaotic assaults, Tyranid rampages or even their mortal enemies, Necron emergences. Meaning that her name was well known amongst the ranks of their military. Although their higher commanders despised the idea of working with an alien, the field commander themselves knew better than to turn their back to a helping hand. [i]"I am Macha, Farseer of Biel Tan. Descendant of Isha."[/i]
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[i]"Your appreciation is noted, Warlock. While I would usually travel with my Seer council, you will have to do."[/i] She chuckles slightly, releasing a bit of the tension. [i]"We should move away from this position. Human cultists patrol this place thoroughly, and although they are weak, they could give away our position."[/i]
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[spoiler]if they would team up they'd basically win every war.[/spoiler] [i]"they do not despise me. I have a reputation among imperial field commanders and soldiers. While an Inquisitor would most likely want our head pinned on a wall, the troops will most likely greet us with some friendship."[/i]
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[spoiler]A Ork Waagh! the size of that one Warboss that conquered like most of a galaxy can probably defeat those three combined.[/spoiler] "Alright..But let's hope that no such Inquisitor is on this ship." [spoiler]Even though there are like two out for Heretic Blood ATM.[/spoiler]
