Screams of the Warp - by Kevin Driver

Screams of the Warp

How can the universe, something so vast, so beautiful, harbor such monstrosity, such insanity! This was a question she had asked herself many times before. Standing inside a crystalline tower made entirely out of wraithbone, Farseer Tal’ariell was meditating peacefully. She was one of the most gifted advisors of Crafworld Tyel’nath, and her talent showed as she overcame the perilous journey of the Witch Path with ease.

Indeed, the road to becoming a Farseer was filled with dangers none of the Mon Keigh could even hope to live through, for psykers, such as Tal’ariell, are intimately connected with Warp space, the resting place of the Daemonic Gods of Chaos and their distorted minions. Like the people of her Craftworld, the young Farseer wanted to restore her race to its former glory, before the Fall of the Eldar, before the birth of the wretched god of perversion, Slaanesh.

As Tal’ariell was comtemplating the myriad of wraithbone structures that constituted the Craftworld, she heard a loud shriek. A scream so powerful, it pierced straight into the deepest recesses of her mind. After regaining her posture, she could feel the energies of the Warp shifting with constant thoughts of bloodshed. Tal’ariell had already experienced this before; it was the doing of the Chaos God of Violence, Khorne.

Tal’ariell started imagining what kind of vile works the God of Anger could be up to as Ilyan’na, warlock of the Great Council, and most trusted friend of hers rushed into the room.

“Mistress, you must have felt the crackling energies of the Warp, as well?”

“Yes, Ilyan’na, I have. But, I also sense this was not the only purpose of your arrival.”

“Indeed. We are approaching a planet from where powerful chaotic energies are emanating. It also appears to be infested with Mon Keigh. Shall we intervene?”

It was the duty of the Eldar to eliminate the threat of Chaos, as well as the taint of Man Kind, Tal’ariell knew this. But was she ready to sacrifice the lives of her people, she did not know. After reflecting on the situation, she said silently…

“Let the Banshees howl with glee, their blades shall soon be covered with the blood of Chaos, for we go to war.”