ELDAR SEERS: WARLOCKS The warrior mystics, psykers and wizards of war of the Eldar Craftworlds Continues the Narrative for White Tiger (Osmogai of the White Scars) and Red Eagle (Athairnos Lladranoth of Craftworld Saim Hann) A big thank you to STC, my best friend and the guest Eldar Farseer. Do say thank you if you enjoyed the additional voice work. :) Patreon: www.patreon.com/join/3510517 Previous Entries: Craftworld Saim Hann : ruclips.net/video/d9laK7wZwkc/видео.html White Scars: ruclips.net/video/onsbLeCFXDk/видео.html Prelude to kor Sarro Khan Video: ruclips.net/video/hHTx1AqKS8c/видео.html Related Narrative Videos Shuriken Catapults: ruclips.net/video/E9o1s2cmXEQ/видео.html The Necron Silent King: ruclips.net/video/K4vkCPVAJZ4/видео.html Lictors: ruclips.net/video/b83aECUQCyk/видео.html Catachan Jungle Fighters: ruclips.net/video/SdWYLnt08wg/видео.html Related Topic Videos A Psykers Tale: ruclips.net/video/jdb5u-2oLTg/видео.html Daemons and the Warp: ruclips.net/video/27PIaW3PTUs/видео.html Psykers, Souls and the Warp: ruclips.net/video/tqzap3yoHxg/видео.html
"... I see it is time to go on the offensive when White Tiger target-locks me; In the midst of fighting a Greater Deamon, he has taken the time to try to kill me. Oh, I laugh, and I know he is laughing as well - I know it - especially when his thumbs squeeze the release, and the entire content of his missile-packs slip their moorings, and leap through the air towards me..." In 40K, a Bromance is only legit if Missiles, a Greater Deamon and the danger of Death are present and actual..!
To translate the parliance of Red Eagle about White Tiger, presenting its nuance in a more common speech: "I-its not like I like fighting random encounters with you or anything, baka !"
Also happy to see white tiger and red eagle still got it, the unspoken friendship they have makes them so incredibly interesting how they try to kill yet work with each other the defeat an enemy of common causes, bravo baldermort
that said I love everything this channel puts out and I really hope Balder doesn't get inquisitized for his marvellous works of voiced and written art!
Its almost nurturing or loving the way he says protect, like this marine is a dear thing to him, its kind of heartwarming to think that enemies could have such respect for each other
Oh my goodness, it's so clear these two love to fight each other. I'm going to be so sad when this story does come to it's close. A grenade, what a thoughtful gift. X) I didn't know Warlocks had such a...tragic note to them. Some A+ art choices as well!
Holy moly! I absolutely love the relationship and story between the eldar eagle and White scar Tiger! It is genuinly amazing, hopefully it gets continued on!
hey man i appreciate you. ive read 30 wh40k books and i have you thank for it. you got me going. im so educated that i can read any book in the heresy and be okay about it, not worrying about order. im reading the first heretic right now (my 4th Horus Heresy book) and I dont feel like im missing a single step. Please keep uploading videos with you reading excerpts/stories! they are sooooo nice right b4 im going to sleep.
Well, since people are giving you the extent of your reach, greetings from Portugal good scholar, excellent work as always. And an excellent work from the guest, a fine piece indeed
Absolutely fantastic prose Good Sir! Your eloquent articulation of basic lore enraptures ones imagination in the ebb and flow of the tale you've spun. Of the rise and fall of each breath you take as the story unfolds before your enchanted audience. Bravo! TTFN!
@@baldermort you may or may not remember I mentioned once that I categorized all of your storys into playlists on my account. I can tell you that took a while.
Holy hells man! final battle with the lord of change was astonishing you had me enraptured my mind flickering with immages off speed and grace as the two fly through the sky trying to destroy eachother. It was beautiful! The dancing the weaving the clunky tiger vs the hawk ending not in death but a laugh as they find common ground in their respect and competition of death. it was beautiful!
Something I really appreciate about Baldermort is the re-watchability of his videos. His stuff is so good, I can literally watch many videos entire years later & still have immense enjoyment
Brother Baldermort - This was awesome, reminding of the best stuff I love about elves in general. And what a pairing, the White Tiger and Red Eagle. STC - I hope we hear more from you! This was solid.
I appreciate that you probably worked overtime to get these out around the holidays. I don't know what you celebrate but happy holidays to you and yours
First video I watched from you, and I am not disappointed! Man what a story! I always love the Eldar, and wish there were more stories about them. You've earned a subscription! :)
I know you don't get as many views on your Eldar content, but love it when you do. You always put so much passion into your work, and the soul you put into all your videos always inspires me. I'm not sure you ever finished this storyline. I couldn't find a video on Farseers, but then again I may just have missed it. I'll keep my eyes open just in case. Thanks for all you do Baldemort.
Wow! You continue to impress. You capture what it is to have an enemy you respect and that respects you. The honour that binds you and lifts you both to your true selves. Magnificent.
I love this story arc! You've managed to make the white scars interesting which is something no one else has managed (for me at least). Awaiting Farseers on tender hooks!
F*cking brilliant story. Wax eloquence, someone once said about you, and it is Indeed so. Well deserved. Each detail intrinsically Eldari style. This place just gets better with each telling. And if I were any Hollywood writer/producer, my only choice for the Narrator voice over actor,, could only ever be you.
'Epistolary Oxyath was running across the battlefield as psychic power spilled and sparked off his staff. Cyvon could see he was headed straight for the enemy farseer. The aeldari turned to face the charging Librarian and cast out a handful of silvery runes, each one a symbol of the Aeldari language. Circles and lines of multicoloured light sprang up around him, forming a shield that flickered into being just as Oxyath’s staff came down like a headsman’s axe. The staff discharged its energy in a flash of purple light. The farseer’s psychic shield held, and as Oxyath reeled back from the impact he drew his plasma pistol to fight without needing to drain his dwindling psychic reserves. The farseer was faster. The xenos raised its own staff, head pointing down like a spear in the hands of a warrior despatching an enemy underfoot. With a burst of icy wind, the aeldari rose from the ground, striding into the air above Oxyath. The Librarian took aim with his pistol as the farseer brought the staff down, and Cyvon realised the Librarian was too late. The staff plunged into the base of Oxyath’s throat. A split second later, the farseer’s psychic power channelled through the weapon in a flood of silver light. The upper half of Oxyath’s body exploded. Cyvon’s auto-senses struggled to keep the sudden white glare from scorching his retinas. What remained of Oxyath toppled to the ground, as torn ceramite and shredded muscle and organs rained down around him. The farseer landed deftly on the tortured ground...' ‘Prophecy called the eldar to war. The ringing words of Eldorath Starbane, farseer of Alaitoc, wisewitch, deathfriend, bonecaster, led them to this place. The ancient foe, the deathless ones, the souldark, waited in slumber to march out from the nightblack depths. Illic, called the Nightspear, took it upon himself to halt this. This was his doom, his destiny. He was the voice that cried to his people, that warned of ancient foes. He was the messenger of the past. He would deny the necrons their vengeance. He nestled deep between the crags. His rifle, Voidbringer, rested lightly in his long-fingered hands. The snow felt cold against his cheek, pale skin blending with pale snow, with pale rock. The discomfort was momentary. He had endured it for three days. He would have endured it for three months more were it necessary. It was not. The souldark were fated to descend on this night, fated to gather, fated to blight the maiden world of Carnac. Starbane, eyes red in mourning, stained with the ashes of Somonor, blazing with revenge, had spoken. This war had become an obsession for the farseer. The anger of Khaine burned bright in his heart. Vengeance; deep, throbbing, emotions steeped far from those offered by any Path save that of the Bloody-Handed One. The exodites and their plight were merely another tool to be used in the war against the souldark. Illic accepted this, for this drove him too. He knew, perhaps better than any other eldar alive, the threat posed by the souldark to his people. The mon-keigh, the Lost Kin, She-Who-Thirsts, all these foes paled before the soulless evil of the necrons. He walked the Hidden Paths, sought the ancient truths. He spoke with ancient voices, the warnings of eldar long since passed to dust, long since passed out of the memory of his long-lived race. Illic, those few who followed him, and scattered others among the craftworlds knew the threat posed by the souldark. They knew and they raged against it. They sought the places once claimed by the souldark, pushed the lesser races towards conflict, towards their own destruction of the necrons. Nothing else mattered…’ Illic came to Carnac to serve his once-home, to answer the call of Eldorath Starbane the Onehanded. To answer the call of Alaitoc. With him he brought his followers, outcast sons and daughters of the craftworlds, peerless rangers and pathfinders in his service. This night would see the souldark gather, descending to tear this jewel from the crown of the eldar. Illic, decisive, swift, gathered his rangers and pathfinders and struck for the north. The clan-blooded exodites of Carnac, joined them on the path, their barbaric faces scarred and painted, tattooed and menacing. Illic greeted them as friends, knowing well their worth. Now they waited, sons and daughters of the craftworld, of the exodites. The souldark would die, decapitated by the swift vengeance of the eldar. Illic Nightspear let slip a breath, snow melting before him, cameleoline cloaked against the chill, against sight. His eyes, the arctic blue of glacial melt, glanced to his right, to the nearest eldar. It took his eyes no time to see her. She was hidden, this was true, against the prying eyes of lesser races. To Illic’s practiced gaze she was as obvious as a mon-keigh. She was no expert at this craft, no wanderer on the Path of the Outcast. Catritheyn, farseer, adept of Eldorath Starbane, was draped in the same cameleoline Illic was, camouflaged against casual observance. Her breath steamed in the chill night air, her eyes crackled with witchlight as she read the skein. Orange and purple, the skein bled from her eyes. Words, the hissed and hunched words of the skein itself, boiled from her mouth. A smile played along her lips. The witchlights faded. She nodded towards Illic. ‘The souldark come,’ she whispered over the gentle hiss of falling snow. A subtle ripple passed along the gorge as eldar shifted, readied, focused. There was no telltale glint, no glimpse of flesh, tattooed or otherwise, no other marker or signifier to hint that the strike force was there. There was merely the drifting snow and the deep, dark night of the gorge…’
Forgive me for taking such a long hiatus from these videos dear brother, I am currently binging them with utter delight. Thank you so much for your wonderful content, for these amazing narratives that you weave together, and for being such an all around great guy! God bless, and keep being awesome!
I absolutely love this story. Once the story of the Red Eagle and White Tiger has come to a conclusion you should edit it into a single video so I can listen to it in one place all at once.
As I have said before, you are a borderline better action author then official Black Library authors, and your grasp of the lore nuances are astounding!
Baldamort A unique bard having a billion tales of each of the million worlds, from a 1,000 universe's for the enjoyment of all Happy Holiday Season Sir
'Kelamith stood in the centre of the room and held out his hands, palms down, thumbs splayed and touching. Thirianna felt a surge of psychic energy and a node of the infinity circuit extruded from the interlaced conduits on the floor, pulsing with green and blue light. ‘Our minds are a fragile thing, child,’ said Kelamith. ‘From the moment we are born to the moment we pass on, our thoughts are open for all of the universe to see. There are creatures that desire them, powers that hunger after them, and for that reason even as you learnt to speak and walk, to master your joy and woe, you were taught how to suppress the energies of your mind.’ The farseer took a step back and waved to Thirianna to stand beside the node. She did as he instructed, wanting to reach out and touch the glimmering crystal stalagmite but afraid to do so. ‘We all possess the ability to unleash the power of our minds in amazing ways, child,’ said Kelamith. ‘Whether it is in the shaping of a thought or the mastery of the deadly Aspect arts, our mind is our most powerful tool. We suppress that power to ward away the dangers such ability will bring, but as a seer you must embrace it.’ ‘What do you wish me to do?’ asked Thirianna, full of trepidation. ‘You must let go of your thoughts,’ said the farseer. ‘You must allow them to be free and boundless. You must give up a lifetime of worry and cast away all of the protection, unlearning that which you had to learn.’ ‘Does that not attract the attention of the Great Enemy?’ The slightest thought of She Who Thirsts sent a shudder through Thirianna, of fear and loathing. ‘In time you will use the runes as your shield, focussing the psychic energy you will channel,’ explained Kelamith. ‘The defences will always be there, yours to call upon should you need them. Do not be cautious though, for such interruptions may set back your development and retard your ultimate power. At first you will conduct this unlearning within the safety of the infinity circuit. And do not be afraid, for I am also here with you, child.’ Kelamith gestured for Thirianna to place her hands on the infinity circuit node. It was cool to the touch, though veined with warmth on her palms. ‘Speak after me, and let your thoughts flow with the words,’ said Kelamith. Thirianna closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of the node in her hands and the voice of Kelamith, which came slowly, rhythmically on the edge of hearing. ‘In the skein there is nothing. There are no names and there are no beings. This is where the mind originates. There is the mind but nothing is physical. Forms obtain the mind and thoughts are created. This is called Passing. In the not-yet-formed the skein divides and splits but there is no time passing. This is called Being. There is an energy that gives life to all things, allowing form to obtain mind and create thought. Forms that create thought share in this energy. This is called Life. Let slip Life, and become Being. Let slip Being and become Passing. Let slip Passing and become Mind. Become Mind and be one with the skein.’ Thirianna chanted the words, matching the pitch and cadence of the farseer. She dimly recognised them from her childhood, though they seemed in a different order. As she spoke each syllable, she felt herself relaxing, in body and thought. She could no longer feel the node between her fingers. She continued chanting, repeating the words, feeling them entering her subconscious, triggering reactions in her thoughts that she could not feel but sensed in other ways. Her body dissolved away, as the crystals had melted in the reblender. Her limbs, her torso, her fingers, her face, all had gone, leaving Thirianna as a floating core of thought. ‘Open your eyes, child.’ Thirianna did so, though she had no eyes to open. She found herself in a realm of light and movement. She could see the flicker of other eldar around her, like candles in twilight. A tracery of white, the infinity circuit, linked every other light together, stretching on without horizon into the impossible distance. Energy flowed along the maze, back and forth, surging and ebbing, binding everything together with its movement, linking the eldar with one another. And beyond. Beyond was something even more spectacular, defying rationalisation. Beyond were the constantly shattering panes of existence; the overlapping planes of destiny; the interwoven threads of fate. The present surrounded Thirianna, but just out of reach was the future, and in the darkness behind was the past. Every life, every thought, every movement, every motive, every emotion, weaving together in a dazzling tapestry of cause and effect. It branched out, splitting and dividing like cells, spawning entire new universes and possibilities with every passing moment. This was the skein, and it was beautiful. And too much. Too much to see, to comprehend, to understand. Thirianna passed out." Path of the Seer, lessons of Master Kelamith
Nearly teared up there for a bit......... Dis Warboss was once an eldar player (Ulthwe webway strikeforce..... that old 🤣) and THAT my good man was noooo disappointment 🙏
Nice story. Sad that humans and Eldar so often find themselves at odds, when they would make such good allies against chaos. But this kind of karmic bond is a brilliant way to get around the hatred and suspicion and still have the two races work together.
ELDAR SEERS: WARLOCKS
The warrior mystics, psykers and wizards of war of the Eldar Craftworlds
Continues the Narrative for White Tiger (Osmogai of the White Scars) and Red Eagle (Athairnos Lladranoth of Craftworld Saim Hann)
A big thank you to STC, my best friend and the guest Eldar Farseer. Do say thank you if you enjoyed the additional voice work. :)
Patreon: www.patreon.com/join/3510517
Previous Entries:
Craftworld Saim Hann : ruclips.net/video/d9laK7wZwkc/видео.html
White Scars: ruclips.net/video/onsbLeCFXDk/видео.html
Prelude to kor Sarro Khan Video: ruclips.net/video/hHTx1AqKS8c/видео.html
Related Narrative Videos
Shuriken Catapults: ruclips.net/video/E9o1s2cmXEQ/видео.html
The Necron Silent King: ruclips.net/video/K4vkCPVAJZ4/видео.html
Lictors: ruclips.net/video/b83aECUQCyk/видео.html
Catachan Jungle Fighters: ruclips.net/video/SdWYLnt08wg/видео.html
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Psykers, Souls and the Warp: ruclips.net/video/tqzap3yoHxg/видео.html
He did a fantastic job!
I have enjoyed your white scars video many times. this vid makes me happy.
ur lore is excellent
Hey balders I just wanted to thank you
I had an interview earlier and your vids helped chill me out before I went in
@@blingsing5383 I hope you did yourself proud brother. Good luck!!!! :)
Very enjoyable saga
Your friend definitely adds to the universe that bit of extra
I liked this entry greatly
... This is like the most Tsundere relationship imaginable lol.
B-Baaaka! I'm giving you a thumbs up because you're right.... not because I like you or anything!!!
Hahahahahahahhahahahahha gave me a good chuckle
Kinda reminds me of some people in vtuber chats shouting, "step on me sensei!!" Lol
Edit: comment refers to the eldar and his master
Love the fact that you have continued the stories of the characters you have created.
A Balder-Verse in the making 👍
These are the ones I look forward to the most.
“I am calm...WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!” Space marine chaplain vs warlock perhaps
Oh, Emperor, I hope so.
Chaplains are utter badasses.
Just wanted to express my appreciation. You characterize eldar with clear understanding and enthusiasm. The xenos deserve more support.
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
I misread the title. I thought it said Eldar seeks Warlock... I guess Xenos get lonely too
"... I see it is time to go on the offensive when White Tiger target-locks me; In the midst of fighting a Greater Deamon, he has taken the time to try to kill me. Oh, I laugh, and I know he is laughing as well - I know it - especially when his thumbs squeeze the release, and the entire content of his missile-packs slip their moorings, and leap through the air towards me..."
In 40K, a Bromance is only legit if Missiles, a Greater Deamon and the danger of Death are present and actual..!
The best of friends are those you want dead, at least in WH40k.
@@Olits8 It's pretty good though the bolters seem too small
Yes... if you don't want them dead, then you don't care enough, so you obviously can't be friends.
Holy heck, I almost forgot about this story ark!
The Baldermort Expanded Universe just keeps growing
To translate the parliance of Red Eagle about White Tiger, presenting its nuance in a more common speech:
"I-its not like I like fighting random encounters with you or anything, baka !"
Eldrad Ulthran should be played by Hugo Weaving
_Yes._
Also happy to see white tiger and red eagle still got it, the unspoken friendship they have makes them so incredibly interesting how they try to kill yet work with each other the defeat an enemy of common causes, bravo baldermort
spreading peace between the humans and eldar - ballsy, some would say heretical move...
that said I love everything this channel puts out and I really hope Balder doesn't get inquisitized for his marvellous works of voiced and written art!
@@Olits8 pretty cool!
If you’re reading this you should go like and comment to appease the almighty algorithm 😁👍🏼
Music, visuals, pacing, transitions- A++ mate' - the rapid violin is a fun one. Hats off and great job on 75k
Thanks brother Celadrin. Put in s bit effort. :).
Its almost nurturing or loving the way he says protect, like this marine is a dear thing to him, its kind of heartwarming to think that enemies could have such respect for each other
Hey Brother Balders,
Tell your buddy STC, he did an excellent job as the farseer.
It's always a pleasure to see you bring guests on
Thanks brother Razor. Means a lot. :).
This is one hell of a serial
These 2 are so well written and the action was top-notch you must have put some extra love and time into this story in particular.
Why I love any Psyker unit in 40k. Being awesome battle mages. Why I'll always have warlocks and farseers in my craftworld eldar
Your short stories are such a unique and clear look into the word of 40K. I cannot get enough of them.
Oh my goodness, it's so clear these two love to fight each other. I'm going to be so sad when this story does come to it's close. A grenade, what a thoughtful gift. X) I didn't know Warlocks had such a...tragic note to them. Some A+ art choices as well!
God was this such an amazing story! How you have not been contacted to write stories for GW or BL is beyond me! Great work!
Holy moly! I absolutely love the relationship and story between the eldar eagle and White scar Tiger! It is genuinly amazing, hopefully it gets continued on!
White Tiger and Red eagle was your best work IMO its nice to see the story continued.
hey man i appreciate you. ive read 30 wh40k books and i have you thank for it. you got me going. im so educated that i can read any book in the heresy and be okay about it, not worrying about order. im reading the first heretic right now (my 4th Horus Heresy book) and I dont feel like im missing a single step.
Please keep uploading videos with you reading excerpts/stories! they are sooooo nice right b4 im going to sleep.
Fantastic narration Brother Balders!
Mate, another great story, poignant and satisfying to listen to. It was paced well well too. Nice way to end a Friday :)
Well, since people are giving you the extent of your reach, greetings from Portugal good scholar, excellent work as always. And an excellent work from the guest, a fine piece indeed
Thank you brother. I hope things are going well for you and your family. :). *waves back from England*.
Absolutely fantastic prose Good Sir! Your eloquent articulation of basic lore enraptures ones imagination in the ebb and flow of the tale you've spun. Of the rise and fall of each breath you take as the story unfolds before your enchanted audience. Bravo! TTFN!
Thank you Sergeant. Glad you enjoyed it. ;)
Love the new video description Balders.
Well done.
And the video was amazing, as always.
Tanks. Trying to improve in all regards. :)
@@baldermort you may or may not remember I mentioned once that I categorized all of your storys into playlists on my account.
I can tell you that took a while.
Never have I clicked so fast! Finally a lore dump on some of the coolest psyker in the 40k universe!
Holy hells man! final battle with the lord of change was astonishing you had me enraptured my mind flickering with immages off speed and grace as the two fly through the sky trying to destroy eachother. It was beautiful! The dancing the weaving the clunky tiger vs the hawk ending not in death but a laugh as they find common ground in their respect and competition of death. it was beautiful!
It's amazing what some creative editing can do, you made me sound not half bad lol.
Great vid as always mate
Thanks for helping out in this one dude. :) :)
You did a great job yourself STC!
Good job STC!
Great guest voice work. Keep up the outstanding work Baldy 👍🏿
Dude! Such epic goodness! You're a credit to the community and an inspiration to Black Library authors everywhere
Yaaaay! Glorious Baldermort guides! Always the best day. :D
Something I really appreciate about Baldermort is the re-watchability of his videos. His stuff is so good, I can literally watch many videos entire years later & still have immense enjoyment
Oh so glorious! This is perhaps the best narrative I have heard you create thus far!! So much detail in the words spoken!
Thank you Big B!!
Brother Baldermort - This was awesome, reminding of the best stuff I love about elves in general. And what a pairing, the White Tiger and Red Eagle.
STC - I hope we hear more from you! This was solid.
Yes yes yes, I been waiting for some new Baldermort videos for today!
I appreciate that you probably worked overtime to get these out around the holidays. I don't know what you celebrate but happy holidays to you and yours
I'm a recent discoverer of the channel, but this is the story I've listened to multiple times already. There's just something so perfect in it.
First video I watched from you, and I am not disappointed! Man what a story! I always love the Eldar, and wish there were more stories about them. You've earned a subscription! :)
I know you don't get as many views on your Eldar content, but love it when you do. You always put so much passion into your work, and the soul you put into all your videos always inspires me. I'm not sure you ever finished this storyline. I couldn't find a video on Farseers, but then again I may just have missed it. I'll keep my eyes open just in case. Thanks for all you do Baldemort.
Bugger. I forgot. Sorry. I’ll try to redirect that farseers video. Yikes. Apologies.
I never knew I could like Eldar again... I’m impressed good sir... well played.
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend,or enemy".
That Space Marine and Eldar need to get a room...
That was so good! Narrative story had my attention captured the whole time
Good timing just gotten hold of the "new" Eldred painting him in late RT era/ early second edition style, quite relaxing!!
Much appreciated.
Thanks for all these videos. Nobody has shown Eldar that much attention since 4th Edition.
Please consider doing audio books. Some public property like Frankenstien. I feel it would be the most popular audio book reading ever.
Wow! Since I can’t play I love to visualize your audio dramas.
Absolutely loving this narrative! Baldermort is a genius!
Wow! You continue to impress. You capture what it is to have an enemy you respect and that respects you. The honour that binds you and lifts you both to your true selves. Magnificent.
What a wonderful tale you weave!
Nicely done, love the second part of the story.
Thank you to both of you for an excellent vid
Holy smokes man, you can tell a story! Thank you so much for all of your hard work.
At the end of all things, just before the lights are turned out in the Universe. These two will finally get to have a pint together.
Grimm narrator is just amazing when you back to your characters, Amazing video.
Your stories is why your channel is my favorite.
They have such a bromance without having even said a word to one another.
One of the best Warhammer lore channels, right here baby. Well done brother as always
Impeccable timing. I just decided to put together 10 warlock skyrunner
I love this story arc! You've managed to make the white scars interesting which is something no one else has managed (for me at least).
Awaiting Farseers on tender hooks!
F*cking brilliant story.
Wax eloquence, someone once said about you, and it is Indeed so. Well deserved.
Each detail intrinsically Eldari style.
This place just gets better with each telling.
And if I were any Hollywood writer/producer,
my only choice for the Narrator voice over actor,, could only ever be you.
spot on! brava and thankyou
'Epistolary Oxyath was running across the battlefield as psychic power spilled and sparked off his staff. Cyvon could see he was headed straight for the enemy farseer. The aeldari turned to face the charging Librarian and cast out a handful of silvery runes, each one a symbol of the Aeldari language. Circles and lines of multicoloured light sprang up around him, forming a shield that flickered into being just as Oxyath’s staff came down like a headsman’s axe. The staff discharged its energy in a flash of purple light. The farseer’s psychic shield held, and as Oxyath reeled back from the impact he drew his plasma pistol to fight without needing to drain his dwindling psychic reserves. The farseer was faster. The xenos raised its own staff, head pointing down like a spear in the hands of a warrior despatching an enemy underfoot. With a burst of icy wind, the aeldari rose from the ground, striding into the air above Oxyath. The Librarian took aim with his pistol as the farseer brought the staff down, and Cyvon realised the Librarian was too late. The staff plunged into the base of Oxyath’s throat. A split second later, the farseer’s psychic power channelled through the weapon in a flood of silver light. The upper half of Oxyath’s body exploded. Cyvon’s auto-senses struggled to keep the sudden white glare from scorching his retinas. What remained of Oxyath toppled to the ground, as torn ceramite and shredded muscle and organs rained down around him. The farseer landed deftly on the tortured ground...'
‘Prophecy called the eldar to war. The ringing words of Eldorath Starbane, farseer of Alaitoc, wisewitch, deathfriend, bonecaster, led them to this place. The ancient foe, the deathless ones, the souldark, waited in slumber to march out from the nightblack depths. Illic, called the Nightspear, took it upon himself to halt this. This was his doom, his destiny. He was the voice that cried to his people, that warned of ancient foes. He was the messenger of the past. He would deny the necrons their vengeance. He nestled deep between the crags. His rifle, Voidbringer, rested lightly in his long-fingered hands. The snow felt cold against his cheek, pale skin blending with pale snow, with pale rock. The discomfort was momentary. He had endured it for three days. He would have endured it for three months more were it necessary.
It was not.
The souldark were fated to descend on this night, fated to gather, fated to blight the maiden world of Carnac.
Starbane, eyes red in mourning, stained with the ashes of Somonor, blazing with revenge, had spoken. This war had become an obsession for the farseer. The anger of Khaine burned bright in his heart. Vengeance; deep, throbbing, emotions steeped far from those offered by any Path save that of the Bloody-Handed One. The exodites and their plight were merely another tool to be used in the war against the souldark. Illic accepted this, for this drove him too. He knew, perhaps better than any other eldar alive, the threat posed by the souldark to his people. The mon-keigh, the Lost Kin, She-Who-Thirsts, all these foes paled before the soulless evil of the necrons. He walked the Hidden Paths, sought the ancient truths. He spoke with ancient voices, the warnings of eldar long since passed to dust, long since passed out of the memory of his long-lived race. Illic, those few who followed him, and scattered others among the craftworlds knew the threat posed by the souldark. They knew and they raged against it. They sought the places once claimed by the souldark, pushed the lesser races towards conflict, towards their own destruction of the necrons. Nothing else mattered…’
Illic came to Carnac to serve his once-home, to answer the call of Eldorath Starbane the Onehanded. To answer the call of Alaitoc. With him he brought his followers, outcast sons and daughters of the craftworlds, peerless rangers and pathfinders in his service. This night would see the souldark gather, descending to tear this jewel from the crown of the eldar. Illic, decisive, swift, gathered his rangers and pathfinders and struck for the north. The clan-blooded exodites of Carnac, joined them on the path, their barbaric faces scarred and painted, tattooed and menacing. Illic greeted them as friends, knowing well their worth. Now they waited, sons and daughters of the craftworld, of the exodites. The souldark would die, decapitated by the swift vengeance of the eldar. Illic Nightspear let slip a breath, snow melting before him, cameleoline cloaked against the chill, against sight. His eyes, the arctic blue of glacial melt, glanced to his right, to the nearest eldar. It took his eyes no time to see her. She was hidden, this was true, against the prying eyes of lesser races. To Illic’s practiced gaze she was as obvious as a mon-keigh. She was no expert at this craft, no wanderer on the Path of the Outcast. Catritheyn, farseer, adept of Eldorath Starbane, was draped in the same cameleoline Illic was, camouflaged against casual observance. Her breath steamed in the chill night air, her eyes crackled with witchlight as she read the skein. Orange and purple, the skein bled from her eyes. Words, the hissed and hunched words of the skein itself, boiled from her mouth. A smile played along her lips. The witchlights faded. She nodded towards Illic.
‘The souldark come,’ she whispered over the gentle hiss of falling snow. A subtle ripple passed along the gorge as eldar shifted, readied, focused. There was no telltale glint, no glimpse of flesh, tattooed or otherwise, no other marker or signifier to hint that the strike force was there. There was merely the drifting snow and the deep, dark night of the gorge…’
Forgive me for taking such a long hiatus from these videos dear brother, I am currently binging them with utter delight. Thank you so much for your wonderful content, for these amazing narratives that you weave together, and for being such an all around great guy! God bless, and keep being awesome!
Great video as always
Aspect Warriors (hopefully Phoenix Lords included) coming up soon!!! Yay! Now I don't have to leave all these reminders that make me feel guilty!
A good old cat and mouse game is always enjoyable
Amazing as always
I absolutely love this story. Once the story of the Red Eagle and White Tiger has come to a conclusion you should edit it into a single video so I can listen to it in one place all at once.
Poor Big Bird. He just wanted to teach the world the loving touch of Tzeentch and how to internalize his ever evolving whimsy.
As I have said before, you are a borderline better action author then official Black Library authors, and your grasp of the lore nuances are astounding!
Thank you for another great vid!
Necrons! Oh sorry wrong channel. LoL. Thank you for another wonderful entry Balders
Lol. Love Nick. Gotta catch up on his stuff. Like s lot.
The Red Eagle and White Tiger story is so much fun.
Great work again my most favored orator
This was my favorite one in a while.
I would buy your Eldar audiobooks!
@Baldermort this story is so intriguing and exciting.
Baldamort
A unique bard having a billion tales of each of the million worlds, from a 1,000 universe's for the enjoyment of all
Happy Holiday Season Sir
Awesome continuation of white tiger!
When, oh when, is your work not amazing?
A great story arc :)
Do give my kindest regards to that friend of yours.
Thanks brother Freeway,. :)
sweet a video on the Warlocks
the extra voice did an excellent job, complimenting your own voice really wel.
This was excellent, job well done
'Kelamith stood in the centre of the room and held out his hands, palms down, thumbs splayed and touching. Thirianna felt a surge of psychic energy and a node of the infinity circuit extruded from the interlaced conduits on the floor, pulsing with green and blue light. ‘Our minds are a fragile thing, child,’ said Kelamith. ‘From the moment we are born to the moment we pass on, our thoughts are open for all of the universe to see. There are creatures that desire them, powers that hunger after them, and for that reason even as you learnt to speak and walk, to master your joy and woe, you were taught how to suppress the energies of your mind.’ The farseer took a step back and waved to Thirianna to stand beside the node. She did as he instructed, wanting to reach out and touch the glimmering crystal stalagmite but afraid to do so. ‘We all possess the ability to unleash the power of our minds in amazing ways, child,’ said Kelamith. ‘Whether it is in the shaping of a thought or the mastery of the deadly Aspect arts, our mind is our most powerful tool. We suppress that power to ward away the dangers such ability will bring, but as a seer you must embrace it.’ ‘What do you wish me to do?’ asked Thirianna, full of trepidation. ‘You must let go of your thoughts,’ said the farseer. ‘You must allow them to be free and boundless. You must give up a lifetime of worry and cast away all of the protection, unlearning that which you had to learn.’ ‘Does that not attract the attention of the Great Enemy?’ The slightest thought of She Who Thirsts sent a shudder through Thirianna, of fear and loathing. ‘In time you will use the runes as your shield, focussing the psychic energy you will channel,’ explained Kelamith. ‘The defences will always be there, yours to call upon should you need them. Do not be cautious though, for such interruptions may set back your development and retard your ultimate power. At first you will conduct this unlearning within the safety of the infinity circuit. And do not be afraid, for I am also here with you, child.’ Kelamith gestured for Thirianna to place her hands on the infinity circuit node. It was cool to the touch, though veined with warmth on her palms. ‘Speak after me, and let your thoughts flow with the words,’ said Kelamith. Thirianna closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of the node in her hands and the voice of Kelamith, which came slowly, rhythmically on the edge of hearing. ‘In the skein there is nothing. There are no names and there are no beings. This is where the mind originates. There is the mind but nothing is physical. Forms obtain the mind and thoughts are created. This is called Passing. In the not-yet-formed the skein divides and splits but there is no time passing. This is called Being. There is an energy that gives life to all things, allowing form to obtain mind and create thought. Forms that create thought share in this energy. This is called Life. Let slip Life, and become Being. Let slip Being and become Passing. Let slip Passing and become Mind.
Become Mind and be one with the skein.’ Thirianna chanted the words, matching the pitch and cadence of the farseer. She dimly recognised them from her childhood, though they seemed in a different order. As she spoke each syllable, she felt herself relaxing, in body and thought. She could no longer feel the node between her fingers. She continued chanting, repeating the words, feeling them entering her subconscious, triggering reactions in her thoughts that she could not feel but sensed in other ways. Her body dissolved away, as the crystals had melted in the reblender. Her limbs, her torso, her fingers, her face, all had gone, leaving Thirianna as a floating core of thought. ‘Open your eyes, child.’ Thirianna did so, though she had no eyes to open. She found herself in a realm of light and movement. She could see the flicker of other eldar around her, like candles in twilight. A tracery of white, the infinity circuit, linked every other light together, stretching on without horizon into the impossible distance. Energy flowed along the maze, back and forth, surging and ebbing, binding everything together with its movement, linking the eldar with one another. And beyond.
Beyond was something even more spectacular, defying rationalisation. Beyond were the constantly shattering panes of existence; the overlapping planes of destiny; the interwoven threads of fate. The present surrounded Thirianna, but just out of reach was the future, and in the darkness behind was the past. Every life, every thought, every movement, every motive, every emotion, weaving together in a dazzling tapestry of cause and effect. It branched out, splitting and dividing like cells, spawning entire new universes and possibilities with every passing moment. This was the skein, and it was beautiful. And too much. Too much to see, to comprehend, to understand. Thirianna passed out." Path of the Seer, lessons of Master Kelamith
Nearly teared up there for a bit.........
Dis Warboss was once an eldar player (Ulthwe webway strikeforce..... that old 🤣) and THAT my good man was noooo disappointment 🙏
Thank you sir.
Master piece
For the Algorithm!
Now this is something I can paint my pile of shame to.
Nice story. Sad that humans and Eldar so often find themselves at odds, when they would make such good allies against chaos. But this kind of karmic bond is a brilliant way to get around the hatred and suspicion and still have the two races work together.
Fantastic!
Man, I don't plan on playing humans but if I did I think it would be white scars.
What a gripping tale, well done both of you