NationStates Jolt Archive

In the end, it had proved impossible. The Fallen Eldar were too unstable, too anarchic. Mieka paid the price of her hubris.

Estauns enteris, ira vehementi

In the end, Hide burned. The Web was wracked with atomic fire and the brute force of the deaths of more than a billion souls. Their mental scream ripped through the Warp with all the ferocity of the bomb that had killed them. The evil fed upon them, upon the escaping souls.

Sors imanis, et innanis

In the end, the Dark City was laid waste, the Masters of the Web fading back to whence they came. None would mourn the passing of those who died. None would mourn Mieka, not even her lover.

Veni veni venias, ne me mori facias

In the end, the Kabal did not die. Vastly weakened, with the Archon and a Dracon dead, it floundered without direction. Until the return of the cold one, the empty fighter who wore the name Incubus. Rath returned to his warriors, his wyches, and his mandrakes. The fires of war were not yet faded, the engines of destruction not yet still. The Mon-Keigh world would burn as Raem had.

It was a pleasant thought.

Gloriosa, Generosa. Sephiroth.

Ah the bastard cousins of the Eldar, once powerful, now reduced to mere shadow of its former self. A warning of the wise Dark Eldar scum, stay inside your Kabal.

((Bump de muerte))

((Bump, for crying out loud))

((Feeling scared. Feeling very scared. But no-one knows IC. And I don't want to know, IC.

Tor would pull me out of my business and send me DE hunting, so he can't know either.

And the only other way I would know is if you attack.))

Tag for now will respond soon but just doing a fly by visit right now. Got to race home Print of some work and race back to uni.

OOC: Well, this is a surprise. BTW, Mieka is not dead, she is a prisoner of the Menelmacari.

You've destroyed hide? Humm, the Deceiver will not like that, he had better plans for that place.

OOC: Well, this is a surprise. BTW, Mieka is not dead, she is a prisoner of the Menelmacari.

((I'm well aware. Rath, and the rest of the Kabal, is not. As to Hide... I figured that with Mieka "dead", the Kabal would fracture. Those in the know would scrabble for any power available, and someone would wind up with the nuke at the heart of the city. One desperate gambit later, and the Solar System is shrouded in warp storms for weeks.))

Tag for now will respond soon but just doing a fly by visit right now. Got to race home Print of some work and race back to uni.

Yep.

Well, nice to have you back, Raem.

Need... sleep...

Please, don't hurt me.

The Deceiver was, as usual, contemplating the possibilities for the future. He was aware of a necron lord approaching from one of the keyhole shaped arches in the wall. "Report," he said.

The necron emitted a brief burst of static; "[Signal intercepts - archive Sirithil#00000121-343-a (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1838974#1838974) - show that the Dark Eldar have re-united under a leader known as Rath. Indications from project shadow-sword show that they have destroyed their former base of operations and moved.]"

The Deceiver's skin took on a shining gold colour for a moment as he seethed in annoyance. "Dispatch a signal pod to the space near Tor Yvresse, two light seconds away shoud do, have it relay the following message and await a reply.

"Eldar, I see the destructive element of your species are at work again, and in real space, for now at least, how adverse would you be to their destruction?

"Oh, and try to find out what happened to their leader," he added, returning to meditate upon the changes.

Less than a minute later a small oval of living metal shot from the underside of the Reaper of Light, which was hiding close to the photosphere of a dying star and healing itself. The orb engaged its drive, and shot off toward Tor Yvresse.

In the dark recesses of the far fringe of the Solar system, the remainder of Kabal's fleet lurks. Wreathed in shadow and illusion, and drifting among stellar debris, they wait.

Aboard the bridge of the Blade's Kiss Rath ponders the future of the Kabal. Now a weak force among the powers of its former circles, it would quickly be eradicated if he failed to be as crafty and cunning as he possibly could.

That left one answer... yes... it would work.

Again, the communications gear is summoned, and one of their arcane translation devices, that Rath need not sully his tongue with the languages of lessers.

He records his message in a dozen languages, to be broadcast soon. In the meantime, the illusions and shadows fall, briefly revealing that the Fleet is little more than two dozen ships. A tenth of the height of the Fleet during Mieka's reign.

As one, they turn. Two dozen baleful maroon tears appear, bleeding wounds in reality that seep with the power of the Empyrean beyond. Into this hateful maelstrom the ships slip.

And with that, they're gone.

Deep in the solar system, on the planet earth, the sensors of the Deceiver's residence detected the familiar energy outflow, deep in below the mountain, the rather tempermental cloned psykers, all of the weak variety, genetically modified to posess no true free will, detected the melevolence of the entities beyond the portals, computer regulators linked with their minds analysing their visions.

It was confirmed, the Dark Eldar had left.

OOC: Gah! Dark Eldar! Excuse me while I go hide under a rock.

In a belated reply from the Council call it distraction caused by the war on mars.

'We would have no problems with the eradication of the Fallen the scum gave up all rights to be called Eldar, even Fallen Eldar when they destroyed and pillaged Necropolis, let them burn in the fires of their own making, hunt them and eradicate them if that is your wish. They are not worthy of any sanctuary or forgivness.'

A Public statement

'So the Kabal returns so be it, let it be known by all that the Farseer Council has decleared that any remnants of the Kabal shall find no Shelter in the webway we will hunt them down should they even make any move to enter the Web again, our retribution shall know no end...

This fate we give unto them as Punishment for Necropolis, They shalt live as you, blinded forever more to the Web, denied it, they shall never again be allowed to walk it's paths and marvel at it's beauty, we shall ensure that. Even unto the Ninth Generation. we name them Kinslayers and soul pillagers, Hope slayers and traitors, pawns of she-Who-Thirsts.'

Farseer Council

((Hmm well a weakened Raem lets the Farseer Council move far more openly sorry.))

((bump))

Hateful red light pours into the real universe from two dozen gaping wounds into the Immaterial. Its baleful malevolence pulses strongly with the resonance of this place, this debris-strewn artificial asteroid field that had once been a Craftworld. Once, before it had been brutalized and raped, before it had been plundered.

Kher Rath le'Sheya, the Archon of the Kabal Man'men, surveys the site with anticipation. Yes, it would be possible, using those slaves they had salvaged from the ruins of Hide. With a word, a small swarm of ships emerges from the host of the Fleet. The project is begun.