The corruption of The Flesh Tearers

Tariel put himself up painfully and looked at the runic hexcage he installed in his summoning room. It had been a long time since he had trouble summoning a single bloodletter, but maybe this time he went too far.

A bellow of endless fury answered his silenced fear. Reality broke apart as Skarbrand, breaker of a billion bones and once favoured bloodthirster of Khorne, brutally entered the room in an explosion of boiling blood that splattered all over the vast ceiling. Immediately, animated of a murderous instinct, he turned to face Tariel.

For a moment, their eyes locked and Tariel, feeling the impossible hunger for carnage of his opponent, felt his face whitening in fear. The first time he felt a bloodletter thirst for blood, he had been shocked in the same kind of way. But this, this monstrosity had spilled a thousand oceans of blood and was not an iota sated.
Through these eyes of eternal hatred, he saw the only cohesive thought in the abomination’s mind, the only memory it had and the very single thing he felt; a rage so unreal that it made Skarbrand’s own impossible fury seem meek. The rage of the Blood God himself and, for a moment, Tariel felt Khorne’s fingers choking him with a titanic brutality.

It only lasted for a split-second, but Khorne’s ire burnt its way throught the eldar’s subtle layers of psyche and, for Tariel’s complex soul, it seemed an eternity.

As Skarbrand charged, the archon hoped for a moment that his hexcage would hold, but with a deafening crack, the immaterial chains bonding the creature exploded in a ray of light without even slowing the bloodthirster. Something in Tariel broke at that moment or maybe unleashed.

Tariel did not even flinch. He stood real high;

There was no fear left in his soul;

No thought to call his bloodbrides bodyguards on the other side of the door a few steps away from him;

Not even the thought of unsheating his agonizer;

The only thing left in his soul was an all-consuming rage that mirrored Khorne’s own fury.

As the towering mass of muscle and pain to come was barely a few steps from him, Tariel gathered his might and hurled all his fury to the pathetic creature that dared oppose him.

The might of the psychic attack hit Skarbrand with the strength of a thunderbolt and stopped his rampaging charge. Tariel knees failed him and he came crashing on the ground, his body screaming in distress as a presence in the warp reacted to his presence.

All that Tariel could feel was a strong, all-consuming, musk that made his very soul numb in an unbearable pain. There was also a voice... a laughter that seemed to rejoice as it stabbed his mind with a billion shards of ecstasy. Every second lasted ages in a delightful agony as he felt his soul eaten away by the nemesis of the eldar race, She Who Thirsts, Slaanesh the Dark Prince.

An impossibly loud growl made itself head, going stronger by the moment. Skarbrand’s head suddenly turned to the circle of summoning as he recognized the voice. Turning back to his prey, he bellowed his endless rage to the feeble eldar as he rose up his mighty axe forged upon the fury of 5 Bloodthirsters in a pathetically useless attempt to kill the archon in a single throw before it happened.

The loud growl culminated and erupted in a world-shaking roar. A gigantic hand of dripping blood emerged from the glowing runes of endless psychic power. The Hand of Khorne reached out from the warp, took grasp of Skarbrand, Betrayer to the Throne of Skulls, and crushed his physical form to dust in one unholy movement.

Tariel’s soul was set aflame, ripped off of Slaanesh’s grasp in its final moments of existence, his body basking in the absolute rage of a timeless will as it was made alive again. His mind roaring in pain as it was forced back into life.

When the archon regained consciousness, he did not think about how lucky he was to have escaped She Who Thirts or how in pain he was. The only thoughts left in his soul was the smell of blood and the need to kill, to feel bones break under his weapons and flesh be rip apart by his blows.

He did not notice the unholy symbol burned into his very flesh, the mark of The Lord of Skulls.

He keeled and drank from the huge pool of blood left by The Hand.

It tasted good.

Tariel's dark secret

The small dark room darkened even more. The candles lit everywhere on the walls diminished greatly and a cold, unnatural wind played with Tariel’s hair for an impossible instant. The blood-filled symbols of timeless power carved all upon the ground started to glow a dim red.

Tariel noticed this and continued to utter his unholy invocation. His words were those of pure madness and chaos, their only existence madly impossible and their substance a foul insult to sanity. With each passing second the room twisted evermore, but Tariel cared not. This was his blood right; one his family possessed for eons, but that was only rediscovered by his father, archon Ysclyth.

A thick red mist slowly started climbing from the ground along with a loud roar of endless fury, both of them growing quite rapidly. A single drop of sweat came crashing along the ground from Tariel’s forehead.

The incantations continued and Tariel’s hands started shaking uncontrollably as the psychic effort asked of his mind grew ever higher.

The sigils of power were now filling the room with an unreal light made of raw bloodlust, strengthening the creature slowly taking form in the middle of them.
As he finished the last sentence, his knees failed him; he fell on his hands, extenuated. Yet, his deed was not yet accomplished.

He smelled the stench of blood long before the bloodletter finally took speech. Hissing, he uttered, as if words of mere mortals were unusual to him :

-Why did you call me, prey of She Who Thirsts?

Tariel allowed himself a small smile and thought for a moment of that planet that he planned of assaulting in the next few days. Many factions wanted to claim this planet’s resources, but with a daemonic host at his command in addition to his kabal, none could stay his wrath. He had much work to do.

-Now that you mention it, blood-thing...

The rise of the Soul Tearers part 1

The wind in Tariel’s hair, the orders bellowed by the sybarites to each lesser warrior and the keen sound of the powering up klaives of his incubi bodyguards; the steady gliding of the raiders around him, the impossible sounds of their aethersails capturing ethereal winds and the sour smell of the huskblade in his right hand; the sweat gliding down the hesitant farseer’s face, the hunger of the ever-hungry soul-trap in his right hand and the unholy light glowing from this arcane artefact. All of these sensations were exploding in the archon’s mind with an impossible strength that only a true eldar could withstand and Tariel was no mere eldar, but the archon of the kabal of the soul tearers and, with his senses keened up to astonishing levels through the ages, the pleasure he took from this encounter in realspace was barely sustainable. He hoped to leap in the fray soon, but he could not at this very moment.

The plan was still too clear in his head to let it all fall apart now. He had himself repeated it again and again to his fellow warriors a dozen times over and he knew that every single one of them will obey it at the letter. For, if eldars fought each other endlessly for power in the dark city, in battle they knew that the success of the operation and so doing their loot in prisoners and riches was primordial.

The raid had started well, plenty of slaves coming in until the space marines came, most powerful of their feeble race. With their primitive weaponry they menaced his men’s soft flesh. He noticed that part of those ugly warriors were chaos space marines, most of them sworn to a chaos god, but still none of them affiliated with Slaanesh. Instantly, he recognized his mistake, such name was not to speak in the mundane realm.

In a split-second, his mind opened up to the warp, The Great Enemy, having heard his soul utter his name, found his way up to him and plunged his mind in impossible pain.
He dropped to his knees as She Who Thirst started to drain his essence. With his last splinter of conscience, before being lost in endless agony, he activated his shadow field.

It instantly manifested and The Great Ennemy was fast shoved away by the protective shadows of a realm that only the ethereal mandrakes really understood.
His vision sharpened and he stepped up, none of his incubi bodyguards seeming to notice anything. He knew that they saw and understood everything, but the only thing that stirred up such eldars was the occasion to kill an enemy. He was lucky to have such incorruptible warrior by his side, most of his trueborns, especially Hamlet, would have taken this as an occasion and butchered him without a thought.

He turned his eyes back to the fire front; the space marines, whatever their allegiance, were starting to take back control of the city. The fact that such slugs could beat him, whose family once ruled the star themselves, made him furious, but this was not the time. Then, he had an idea.
He ordered to his men to fall back and, laughing hysterically, he turned to his pet, the feeble-kin eldar that called himself a farseer. The irony being that he did not see Terial coming. His pet suffered the attention of his personal haemonculus and it was a resilient feeble-kin. It took weeks, and some organ grafting, for him to finally break, but now he was obedient as a dog.

It him a minute to stop his hilarity, but he finally calmed himself and took a deep breath. He glared in his pet’s eyes and ordered with a brutal authority;
-Call your ugly craftworld and tell them that you saw they had to fight at our side to stop certain genocide.

His laugh started anew and did not diminish until the once-proud farseer collapsed on the ground, his mind exhausted to transmit a message through the chaotic warp.
Two days later... an ancient webway gate two miles from the dark eldar position came flickering to life...

W.I.P soul drinkers ; A'Nark'Adon

Salut la gang.

Puisque Lord Inquisitor G est très occupé ces temps-ci et n'a que très peu de temps pour le blog, il m'a donné les droits de poster sur le blog afin de le maintenir en vie. Alors sans tarder : mes work in progress :

Vendredi dernier, puisqu'on avait congé, j'ai décidé de commencer à assembler mes nouveaux raiders puisqu'ils me narguaient du haut de leur boîtes puisque je n'avait pas de colle plastique. Mon matin de modélisme s'est transformé de lui-même en journée de modélisme XD.

Alors voila, j'ai assemblé mes 3 raiders qui sont beaucoup mieux que les anciens dont deux sont destinés à des squads de kabalite trueborns ( les dark eldar mis au monde naturellement et non par croissance dans un gros aquarium) et ceux-là sont plutôt semblables alors que le troisième transportera mon archon et mes 5 incubi alors celui-ci est voulu pour être pimped up

Remarquez que mes nouveaux raiders tiennent parfaitement sur leur base transparente sans aucune colle!!!! ce qui n'est absolument pas le cas des anciens qui ont légèrement tendance à s'évacher partout XD

Pas grand chose à dire de plus puisque je n'ai pas fait de conversion vraiment. Ah oui une chose : pour ceux qui le savent il est sensé y avoir des dark eldar accrochés aux rebords des raiders. Et bien je vais peinturer ceux-ci séparément et ensuite les coller (ce sera bcp plus facile de cette façon)




Ensuite, A'Nark'Adon, j'ai fait beaucoup de travail sur lui. Premièrement j'ai fini la colonne vertébrale avec un 2e wash de devlan mud qui la rend vraiment sale (et c'est l'effet voulu et oui). J'ai également très bien commencé sa grosse claw en faisant la figure sur son endos, son métal ainsi que les mini griffes d'os qui en sortent.




J'ai aussi peinturé les tubes qui acheminent le warp-fuel vers son mawcannon et peinturé la garde d'os de son épée avec du skull white et un wash de devlan mud (je n'arriverai plus jamais à m'en passer!!!)

Pour finir, observez les super incubi et comment ils n'ont même pas besoin de tête pour apparaître BAD-ASS!!!!!!


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