TALES OF THE DARK CITY Contains two short stories from the Haemonculus Covens Codex Supplement for warhammer 40K from 7th Edition, centering on the Dark Eldar/Drukhari of Commorragh. PATRON LINK www.patreon.com/join/3510517 Haemonculus Covens Video: ruclips.net/video/YFNoaJbPc-o/видео.html Raven Guard video: ruclips.net/video/1JRmR5Oewmg/видео.html Mandrake Video: ruclips.net/video/Bu4wMN1Krv4/видео.html
I like how these stories don’t disrespect the faction the drukhari are winning against, the tyranids and raven guard both stand a chance and kill quite a few drukhari instead of being absolutely slaughtered
Friday, had a headache and was feeling generally just meh but then saw the notification put the kettle on and my day is immediately remedied - you're the real commissar here baldermort, you never fail to improve my morale
Haemonculus Covens truly are the most evil of all the 40K factions. Your Drukhari lore has inspired me so much whilst painting my own Covenites. Outstanding narration again.
'Commorragh is a city like no other in the universe. It exists outside space and time in the unknowable depths of the Sea of Souls, the realm beyond our realm that idiot savants argue gave birth to all that we know. Commorragh’s makers, or rather architects as they would claim, did not fashion the city as one place. Rather each of them used ways unimaginable to lesser beings to fashion their own secret enclaves out of the Immaterial Realm to serve as fortress, sanctum, pleasure palace or arena according to their whim. In time the hubris of these “architects” grew so great that they created something that breached the very walls between realms. As all crashed into ruins they fled to their enclaves like rats into their holes. In time, as they grew ever more fearful of the dreadful child they had sired together, those that survived the tempest strove to connect their realms. So steeped in torture and murder were they that they had no choice. They must do so to feed one upon another and whomever else they could bring beneath their hand. And so the eternal city was born.' -Adept Xalinis Huo. Hereticus Majoris. 'Welcome fellow traveller, welcome! Whether you are a simple observer or perhaps an unwitting participant in the unfolding drama before us please be most welcome. Unfortunately I must begin by breaking with some of the ordinary dramatic conventions at this juncture. You see this is the second of a series of three parts, a triptych if you will. Hence we must perforce begin with a recap, a résumé and a reappraisal of what has already occurred, as tiresome as that seems. Those of you who have followed this darkling tale thus far will already know most of these facts and so I hope you can forgive my indulgence of those only lately arrived. If you are confident in your recollections then I invite you to proceed without diversion. However, some perspective is useful both for those ignorant of prior machinations and for those many great minds that failed to grasp their immediate import at the time. First then, our stage: Commorragh, the eternal city. Dark, terrible, delicious Commorragh, where pain and subjugation are the meat and drink of ageless creatures of unfathomable wickedness. To fully understand Commorragh one must understand the wider universe that bore it. So, to begin with here is a secret that if properly understood might change your perception forever. All of reality, everything we see as static, safe and secure, is in fact in constant flux. The grains of sand on the beach demonstrate more solidity and longevity than the cherished absolutes of the worlds we believe in. You see our material universe is born of Chaos and our reality is nothing more than a passing fancy of the Dark Gods; an infinitely short moment when anarchy is frozen for long enough for us, myopic and stunted as we are, to perceive substance and believe that there is such a thing as ‘natural order’ in the universe. Such hilarious conceit! What amazing hubris! Mighty Commorragh is a facet of reality born out of hubris, and a very different one to the random dross thrown up by nature. It is a pearl consciously aggregated out of the spittle of creation by ancient, mortal minds that thought themselves the equal of the gods. And what a place they made for themselves. Beyond Commorragh and its enslaved sub-realms the material universe moves on: civilizations rise and fall, stars implode and the whole rough scrimmage over ownership of the galaxy continues apace. Within Commorragh a long, dark midnight reigns that has gone on unchallenged for millennia. Its inhabitants eternally cheat death and avoid their ultimate fate at the claws of She Who Thirsts, the daemon-goddess of their own creation. Sensuous, sadistic, pleasure seeking, these are the dark eldar, last remnants of an empire that spanned the galaxy in its time. Few have fallen as far as the inhabitants of Commorragh without being destroyed utterly. Still, pity the poor Commorrites, trapped upon a stage of their own making. They can take brief forays in the material realm to assuage their gnawing hunger, snatching what they can to carry it back to their eternal city, but they remain ever-hungry. Every day She Who Thirsts drinks a little more of their soul and that growing emptiness can only be filled with the suffering of others...' - Harlequin known only as "Motley" 'The flow of events is now sweeping rapidly to its conclusion: a flock of dark birds settles on the carcass it has made, a school of fish darts together at the approach of a predator. To begin a description of an ending one must surely begin at the beginning, but that is a tale unto itself, and in any case the beginning too often flows from a previous ending. I think you’ll agree it’s a pretty quandary and no mistake. So consider this: We might say that this tale began with the Fall of the eldar race, a race of such brilliance and star-spanning genius that the entire great wheel of the galaxy was their playground. Their collapse, their Fall, only came about through their own hubris. Thinking themselves untouchable they unconsciously wrought an entity that could touch even them. Their doom was the manifestation of their own unspoken desires to indulge without limit, to inflict beyond sanity, to take and to ravish with a force so potent that their boundless passion became atavistic and unstoppable. Their passion gave birth to the entity the eldar call She Who Thirsts, and that entity went on to destroy them. We could equally say that it began with Commorragh - a place that was old and wicked even before the Fall. Commorragh, the great port-city nestled deep within the void. Commorragh, the unique node lodged into the vast interdimensional labyrinth of the webway, itself the key to the eldar race’s galaxy-spanning empire. Commorragh, the city of portals, from whence its denizens can range across all that remains of the ragged, oft-torn webway to take what they will from a thousand tremulous realities. Commorragh survived the birth of She Who Thirsts and the subsequent Fall. It seems such a little thing to say it thus, yet it was a dark miracle of such dimensions as to be almost incomprehensible at the time. When She Who Thirsts came into being the vast majority of the eldar race was snuffed out in an instant by the psychic shockwave of her birth. The very home worlds of the eldar race were dragged from the skein of reality and plunged into the roiling madness of warp space to feed the daemon-queen’s appetites. The eldar gods were overthrown and broken by the upstart usurper… And yet buried deep within the webway, warded and protected with arcane mysteries, Commorragh survived. Perhaps the truth is that it began with the denizens of Commorragh. They were too proud, too vicious and too desperate to bow to the madness of the doom that overtook their race. The Commorrites slew all those vulnerable to She Who Thirsts, and then they massacred the fearful, and then they culled the weak. What survived in Commorragh was a race of pure-bred survivors with the blackest hearts imaginable. They became a people of flint and stone, ready to set their faces against any vicissitudes unleashed upon their race by the uncaring Fates. They would live on, no matter the cost, clawing their continued existence from the belly of creation without gods or allies or friends to help them. Some say the Commorrites were like this even before The Fall, and that it was their own unbridled excesses that brought She Who Thirsts into being. Bitter wars have been fought over such contentions among the dwindling eldar kindreds that survived The Fall. In time wisdom prevailed and it became understood that such recriminations serve only She Who Thirsts. For she still desires the last drops of vitality from the race that gave birth to her. In the depths of the void and deep inside every eldar heart she lurks, waiting to consume the very last of them: a siren sickness, an addiction, a black hole draining away all life, all hope. But this is still all just ancient history. We must look closer to the present to find the origins of our current tale. Commorragh itself has been ruled over by a great tyrant named Asdrubael Vect for more than six millennia. This supreme overlord elevated himself from the ranks of the lowliest slaves by dint of his intellect, ruthlessness and daring. He swept away the ancient aristocracy and instituted a new order of absolute meritocracy in its place. For six thousand years only those cunning and bold enough to survive his blood-soaked reign have enjoyed the privileges of rank and survival. The tyrant has many enemies but few that could be called rivals. Past attempts to unseat him have been spectacularly bloody and ineffective, yet this has done little to dissuade those who would see the tyrant fall. Which brings us to the current conflagration; a trio of Commorrite nobles with dreams of a return to the old order plotted against Asdrubael Vect. These three, Yllithian, Xelian and Kraillach, led the most powerful of the old noble houses and hungered for vengeance against Vect. In their ambition they unleashed forces beyond their capacity to control. As masters of the physical with troops, ships and fortresses at their command, these nobles fatally overlooked the metaphysical implications of their actions. Events spiralled out of control to such an extent that it was almost too late to prevent disaster before wiser heads could intercede. You must understand that due to its unique nature Commorragh can be both stronger and more fragile than it seems. Its presence at the nexus of so many paths through the webway means that any sufficient perturbation in the void can set the whole, vast place thrumming. Native Commorrites call such an event a ‘Dysjunction’ and it is rightly feared - "Path of the Archon"
A Kahn: "Joseph, what is best in life"? Me " listening to Baldermort while painting my evergrowing Night Lords army"! The Kahn: " That is good"! AVE DOMINUS NOX!
Brother scribe Baldermort slowly closed the tome, and raised his eyes - his baleful gaze cast over the now stupefied audience. 'Is there anything we can do?' asked a shaken Inquisitor. Brother Scribe Baldermort cast his eyes to the heavens, before fixing his eye on the Terminator Armour clad human . 'Yes'. He replied. After a long pause came the question 'What can we do Lord Scribe?' ... Brother Baldermort steepled his fingers and regarded the questioner with ill-disguised contempt. 'Subscribe to my channel and whatever you do today, make time to have fun.' Ennnnd QUOTE. Another brilliant tale from Mr B and what better way to spend a Friday evening with glass of wine. It's a cruel world.
Everytime I hear the intro line im just like Time to go to a different world. sometimes a world of horrors filled with even worse horrors, but hey baldemort somehow makes it a world you can still get lost in.
You really are getting better at your craft. Cuts are fantastic, the pop on your T's brands the words perfectly. And your storytelling is pure perfection. Emperor blessed me when I found ya. Be well and keep doing good.
Tyranids vs dark eldar, I love these monsters vs monster fights. It gives me a "Let them fight" vibe. And of course it's always great to see raven guard lore too!
The Dark Eldar, the one race that I would not mind if Chaos wiped them out. In fact, if the Night Lords want them they can have them. Heck, even the Emperor's Children.
The Dark City of the Dark Eldar is a city of nightmares and horrors so horrible to us humans that no Hive City compares to its cruelty. Not even under hives compared to the Dark City horrors, and the Dark Eldar thrive under such nightmares.
Kabalite: Master Rakarth, we have captured successfully a pack of gaunts, two tyranid warrior lifeforms, a carnifex, a harpy, a Hive tyrant lifeform, a biotitan, and one of the supposed Norn Queens from within one of their biosships...*pant pant,* Rakarth: It's just not enough is it...?
Baldermort, I have said this to tabletop tactics, I've said this to Leutin, Occulus Imperia, and Rho, and ill say it to you too. This glimpses into our shared hobby, these little ventures into a SciFi world we all love, from someone as skilled as you, is really a welcome reprieve. I'm a behavioral analyst. I'm in school for my doctrine in psychology. I have seen and made.more recommendations for diagnosis major depressive disorder, severe anxiety, and everything else. People need these excursions, they need these distractions, especially now that the holidays could potentially be negatively impacted by both economic pressure and social isolation. When you don the cloak and mask of Baldermort, you become a guide that reminds us that the things we love still exist, and someday we will get to do the things we love again. You become a harbinger of a better time and a better hope of a return to our hobby. And right now, people need hope, Baldermort. They need to know that their lives will continue, and they need to know the things they love are not dead or gone. They need to know that no matter how hard this gets, there will be a time, where they can play a video, and listen to a story about a galaxy that whisks them away from everything happening now. And at the end of this awful collective experience, they will get to go and play. To laugh, to enjoy, to roll dice, and forge their own sagas and legends. But until that happens, your videos, your care and your love of our collective hobby gives us that much needed break, and that much needed reprieve that holds us over. It gives us hope. Thank you
I've been watching your videos for a while and i really love the whole 40k universe. I don't have the books or play the tabletop game but I'm really interested in all the lore. So thank you for making your awesome videos and telling us about the forces, factions and wargear of 40k
Early gang! I'll leave another comment after the video to help the algorithm along. But now I just am so curious as to what these banquets might be. Dollars to Donuts one of them is Emperor's Children/Fulgrim. Also, reminder that Aspect Warriors/Phoenix Lords is due at some point in the near future. Dark Eldar can't take all the Xenos uploads lol.
I can;t say much, as Mrs B rtightly states that if I shoot my mouth I then put pressure on myself when I cannot always get them out quickly enough. But I hope you will not be disappointed. :)
@@Baldermort Mrs. B is right. Listen to Mrs. B. Thank Mrs. B from us. We'll be here eyeing your channel like a Haemonculus and an Emperor's Children apothecary eyeing each other.
Honestly, I don't even play the games or have any of the books, but I find the lore of the whole Warhammer 40k franchise really fascinating. Also, you should consider doing audiobooks (if you haven't already).
Hope Jagatai raises Commoragh to the ground, the way Cadia was lost. But it'd force the dark eldar out of their comfort zone, putting Vect's plan F into motion: all out war for survival in the material realm. New models and upgrades accompany this narrative change! And jagatai will return to finish the job! (A new Primarch model!)
Visit Commoragh, a grand city of rich history, mind bending views and exciting new experiences! With a diverse population made up of species from all over the galaxy, an array of exotic creatures as well as foods, decorations and furniture we *promise* you've never encountered before and a truly unique local culture, you'll never be short of new experiences. Take a Wych guided tour of the Arena's, learn new and exciting things about your biology and psychology from the Haemonculus or indulge in your acts you didn't dare to dream of with scantily clad athletic women, men or both (maybe even throw in some of those exotic animals? We won't tell) - after all, what happens in Commoragh, stays in Commoragh. Choose this unique in all the universe webway city and we *guarantee* that you'll *never* leave.
Well, now you just have to add a short story where someone visiting Commoragh and *does* encounter a piece of furniture that they knew when it was still a person.
Sooo... just like that, trap for Tyranids and removal of Orc-infested worlds from Galaxy? In any case when Hive Mind gets concerned....these guys have already crossed Tau, Tyranids and by default are in Imperium's crosshairs... and Necrons might like to have a word or two with them due to bad experiences with Webway and their kind in the past. Oh, and there's at least one Chaos God very interested in them. Orcs wouldn't mind good fight either....
The Haemonculi are by far one of my favorite subfactions in 40K. The 7th Haemonculi supplement was really cool. Always nice to see stories of space marines getting fucked.
TALES OF THE DARK CITY
Contains two short stories from the Haemonculus Covens Codex Supplement for warhammer 40K from 7th Edition, centering on the Dark Eldar/Drukhari of Commorragh.
PATRON LINK www.patreon.com/join/3510517
Haemonculus Covens Video: ruclips.net/video/YFNoaJbPc-o/видео.html
Raven Guard video: ruclips.net/video/1JRmR5Oewmg/видео.html
Mandrake Video: ruclips.net/video/Bu4wMN1Krv4/видео.html
MOAR ork vídeos please
@Mason Prentice and appreciated more than you can imagine brother Prentice. Thank you. !!! :)
@@tiagoloureiro3302 hopefully coming soon. :)
@@Baldermort Mork & Gork aprove
Heed not the greenskin-lover, this is the time for the Dark Eldar to shine, darkly. ;) (jk, ofc)
Had a terrible night last night.
Had an awful start today.
This is just what I needed. Bless, king
May this awesome video be the start of an awesome day for you!
Everyone in the Galaxy: the tyranid are so terrifyingly dangerous that they must be purged wherever possible.
The dark eldar: I want one for a pet
Somehow I feel that it is beginning of the end ... great devourer works in insidious ways....
@@piotrd.4850 all are a snackrafice to the altar of the great devourer!!!
ok
Pretty much sums it up.
I like how these stories don’t disrespect the faction the drukhari are winning against, the tyranids and raven guard both stand a chance and kill quite a few drukhari instead of being absolutely slaughtered
Friday, had a headache and was feeling generally just meh but then saw the notification put the kettle on and my day is immediately remedied - you're the real commissar here baldermort, you never fail to improve my morale
Just letting you know I'm stealing that line for future use, awesome comment
It's Dark Eldar storytime
*Haemonculus bored with making living taxidermy out of the usual races* "Oooh I know, I bet I can make shoes and chandeliers out of Tyranids!"
Haemonculus Covens truly are the most evil of all the 40K factions. Your Drukhari lore has inspired me so much whilst painting my own Covenites. Outstanding narration again.
The highlight of my day.
The exact same for me brother
Indeed!
same
'Commorragh is a city like no other in the universe. It exists outside space and time in the unknowable depths of the Sea of Souls, the realm beyond our realm that idiot savants argue gave birth to all that we know. Commorragh’s makers, or rather architects as they would claim, did not fashion the city as one place. Rather each of them used ways unimaginable to lesser beings to fashion their own secret enclaves out of the Immaterial Realm to serve as fortress, sanctum, pleasure palace or arena according to their whim. In time the hubris of these “architects” grew so great that they created something that breached the very walls between realms. As all crashed into ruins they fled to their enclaves like rats into their holes. In time, as they grew ever more fearful of the dreadful child they had sired together, those that survived the tempest strove to connect their realms. So steeped in torture and murder were they that they had no choice. They must do so to feed one upon another and whomever else they could bring beneath their hand. And so the eternal city was born.' -Adept Xalinis Huo. Hereticus Majoris.
'Welcome fellow traveller, welcome! Whether you are a simple observer or perhaps an unwitting participant in the unfolding drama before us please be most welcome. Unfortunately I must begin by breaking with some of the ordinary dramatic conventions at this juncture. You see this is the second of a series of three parts, a triptych if you will. Hence we must perforce begin with a recap, a résumé and a reappraisal of what has already occurred, as tiresome as that seems. Those of you who have followed this darkling tale thus far will already know most of these facts and so I hope you can forgive my indulgence of those only lately arrived. If you are confident in your recollections then I invite you to proceed without diversion. However, some perspective is useful both for those ignorant of prior machinations and for those many great minds that failed to grasp their immediate import at the time. First then, our stage: Commorragh, the eternal city. Dark, terrible, delicious Commorragh, where pain and subjugation are the meat and drink of ageless creatures of unfathomable wickedness. To fully understand Commorragh one must understand the wider universe that bore it. So, to begin with here is a secret that if properly understood might change your perception forever. All of reality, everything we see as static, safe and secure, is in fact in constant flux. The grains of sand on the beach demonstrate more solidity and longevity than the cherished absolutes of the worlds we believe in. You see our material universe is born of Chaos and our reality is nothing more than a passing fancy of the Dark Gods; an infinitely short moment when anarchy is frozen for long enough for us, myopic and stunted as we are, to perceive substance and believe that there is such a thing as ‘natural order’ in the universe. Such hilarious conceit! What amazing hubris! Mighty Commorragh is a facet of reality born out of hubris, and a very different one to the random dross thrown up by nature. It is a pearl consciously aggregated out of the spittle of creation by ancient, mortal minds that thought themselves the equal of the gods. And what a place they made for themselves. Beyond Commorragh and its enslaved sub-realms the material universe moves on: civilizations rise and fall, stars implode and the whole rough scrimmage over ownership of the galaxy continues apace. Within Commorragh a long, dark midnight reigns that has gone on unchallenged for millennia. Its inhabitants eternally cheat death and avoid their ultimate fate at the claws of She Who Thirsts, the daemon-goddess of their own creation. Sensuous, sadistic, pleasure seeking, these are the dark eldar, last remnants of an empire that spanned the galaxy in its time. Few have fallen as far as the inhabitants of Commorragh without being destroyed utterly. Still, pity the poor Commorrites, trapped upon a stage of their own making. They can take brief forays in the material realm to assuage their gnawing hunger, snatching what they can to carry it back to their eternal city, but they remain ever-hungry. Every day She Who Thirsts drinks a little more of their soul and that growing emptiness can only be filled with the suffering of others...' - Harlequin known only as "Motley"
'The flow of events is now sweeping rapidly to its conclusion: a flock of dark birds settles on the carcass it has made, a school of fish darts together at the approach of a predator. To begin a description of an ending one must surely begin at the beginning, but that is a tale unto itself, and in any case the beginning too often flows from a previous ending. I think you’ll agree it’s a pretty quandary and no mistake. So consider this: We might say that this tale began with the Fall of the eldar race, a race of such brilliance and star-spanning genius that the entire great wheel of the galaxy was their playground. Their collapse, their Fall, only came about through their own hubris. Thinking themselves untouchable they unconsciously wrought an entity that could touch even them. Their doom was the manifestation of their own unspoken desires to indulge without limit, to inflict beyond sanity, to take and to ravish with a force so potent that their boundless passion became atavistic and unstoppable. Their passion gave birth to the entity the eldar call She Who Thirsts, and that entity went on to destroy them. We could equally say that it began with Commorragh - a place that was old and wicked even before the Fall. Commorragh, the great port-city nestled deep within the void. Commorragh, the unique node lodged into the vast interdimensional labyrinth of the webway, itself the key to the eldar race’s galaxy-spanning empire. Commorragh, the city of portals, from whence its denizens can range across all that remains of the ragged, oft-torn webway to take what they will from a thousand tremulous realities. Commorragh survived the birth of She Who Thirsts and the subsequent Fall. It seems such a little thing to say it thus, yet it was a dark miracle of such dimensions as to be almost incomprehensible at the time. When She Who Thirsts came into being the vast majority of the eldar race was snuffed out in an instant by the psychic shockwave of her birth. The very home worlds of the eldar race were dragged from the skein of reality and plunged into the roiling madness of warp space to feed the daemon-queen’s appetites. The eldar gods were overthrown and broken by the upstart usurper… And yet buried deep within the webway, warded and protected with arcane mysteries, Commorragh survived. Perhaps the truth is that it began with the denizens of Commorragh. They were too proud, too vicious and too desperate to bow to the madness of the doom that overtook their race. The Commorrites slew all those vulnerable to She Who Thirsts, and then they massacred the fearful, and then they culled the weak. What survived in Commorragh was a race of pure-bred survivors with the blackest hearts imaginable. They became a people of flint and stone, ready to set their faces against any vicissitudes unleashed upon their race by the uncaring Fates. They would live on, no matter the cost, clawing their continued existence from the belly of creation without gods or allies or friends to help them. Some say the Commorrites were like this even before The Fall, and that it was their own unbridled excesses that brought She Who Thirsts into being. Bitter wars have been fought over such contentions among the dwindling eldar kindreds that survived The Fall. In time wisdom prevailed and it became understood that such recriminations serve only She Who Thirsts. For she still desires the last drops of vitality from the race that gave birth to her. In the depths of the void and deep inside every eldar heart she lurks, waiting to consume the very last of them: a siren sickness, an addiction, a black hole draining away all life, all hope. But this is still all just ancient history. We must look closer to the present to find the origins of our current tale. Commorragh itself has been ruled over by a great tyrant named Asdrubael Vect for more than six millennia. This supreme overlord elevated himself from the ranks of the lowliest slaves by dint of his intellect, ruthlessness and daring. He swept away the ancient aristocracy and instituted a new order of absolute meritocracy in its place. For six thousand years only those cunning and bold enough to survive his blood-soaked reign have enjoyed the privileges of rank and survival. The tyrant has many enemies but few that could be called rivals. Past attempts to unseat him have been spectacularly bloody and ineffective, yet this has done little to dissuade those who would see the tyrant fall. Which brings us to the current conflagration; a trio of Commorrite nobles with dreams of a return to the old order plotted against Asdrubael Vect. These three, Yllithian, Xelian and Kraillach, led the most powerful of the old noble houses and hungered for vengeance against Vect. In their ambition they unleashed forces beyond their capacity to control. As masters of the physical with troops, ships and fortresses at their command, these nobles fatally overlooked the metaphysical implications of their actions. Events spiralled out of control to such an extent that it was almost too late to prevent disaster before wiser heads could intercede. You must understand that due to its unique nature Commorragh can be both stronger and more fragile than it seems. Its presence at the nexus of so many paths through the webway means that any sufficient perturbation in the void can set the whole, vast place thrumming. Native Commorrites call such an event a ‘Dysjunction’ and it is rightly feared - "Path of the Archon"
A Kahn: "Joseph, what is best in life"?
Me " listening to Baldermort while painting my evergrowing Night Lords army"!
The Kahn: " That is good"!
AVE DOMINUS NOX!
Seriously, we really need a big fireplace and some hot chocolate for these
Or a rubber sheet and loads of lube.
To maintain my faction.
Baldy, your channel is like life on the farm, every video a banquet, and every sum of knowledge you share a fortune!
Secure that shit, Hudson!
These stories have skyrocketed the Dark Eldar right to the top of my list of scariest faction in all of 40k
glad you did this one my man, they are so creepy in lore and model wise
Deliciously horrible. :) :)
I love the Heamonculus that is always on the lookout after a new and exiting death.
Brother scribe Baldermort slowly closed the tome, and raised his eyes - his baleful gaze cast over the now stupefied audience. 'Is there anything we can do?' asked a shaken Inquisitor. Brother Scribe Baldermort cast his eyes to the heavens, before fixing his eye on the Terminator Armour clad human . 'Yes'. He replied. After a long pause came the question 'What can we do Lord Scribe?' ... Brother Baldermort steepled his fingers and regarded the questioner with ill-disguised contempt. 'Subscribe to my channel and whatever you do today, make time to have fun.' Ennnnd QUOTE. Another brilliant tale from Mr B and what better way to spend a Friday evening with glass of wine. It's a cruel world.
The banquets you deliver are amazing, like the imperial fists and the death korps. Truly delightful
Aye. Hoping to get more on the table very soon. They just take a long time to get together. Sorry! :)
Everytime I hear the intro line im just like
Time to go to a different world. sometimes a world of horrors filled with even worse horrors, but hey baldemort somehow makes it a world you can still get lost in.
You really are getting better at your craft. Cuts are fantastic, the pop on your T's brands the words perfectly. And your storytelling is pure perfection. Emperor blessed me when I found ya.
Be well and keep doing good.
Tyranids vs dark eldar, I love these monsters vs monster fights. It gives me a "Let them fight" vibe. And of course it's always great to see raven guard lore too!
Baldermort, you are my favorite listen time while I’m painting. You’re the best of a good field.
I'm dreaming of a dark city...
Wait, wrong, not this universe.
What universe then?
The Dark Eldar, the one race that I would not mind if Chaos wiped them out. In fact, if the Night Lords want them they can have them. Heck, even the Emperor's Children.
Listening to this Lore, is disturbing and the Haemonculai and their covens need to be purged by any means.
My fellow sons of Curze want nothing to do with the pointy eared bastards . We may be sociopathc monsters but we have standardsy
As the emperor of mankind put it. "There is nothing more unnecessary then the existence of the dark eldar
The Night Lords and Emperors Children are but children in the art of true terror compared to the dark masters of Commoragh
@@Julian-vl7vn can we all just agree they are all basically the edgelords we all thought we were when we were 13 LOL? Still love them though
The Dark City of the Dark Eldar is a city of nightmares and horrors so horrible to us humans that no Hive City compares to its cruelty. Not even under hives compared to the Dark City horrors, and the Dark Eldar thrive under such nightmares.
The true kin: "Jokes' on you, I'm into that shit!"
Do you have a tier on patron for eulogies?
I'm asking for a friend who's due an accident any day now
I thought the city was dark. :).
@@Baldermort - Dark humor is like a child with cancer. It never gets old.
@@ahmataevo LMAO, oldie but goodie . Hadn't heard that one since the early 90's but it was AIDS back then
Poor Raven Guard, can never catch a break.
Evil space elves are a welcome suprise to my day
24:30 When a dark Eldar steals a load of necron gear, looks at his calendar and realises it's Halloween!
Thank you so much for the defiler episode, your content is high quality ☺️👍
Thanks brother Nox. Just doing my best to distract from the grimdark of our own existence at the moment. :)
@@Baldermort and you doing a top notch job, this lockdown is starting to make me feel like Jack torrance in the overlook hotel 😜
Kabalite: Master Rakarth, we have captured successfully a pack of gaunts, two tyranid warrior lifeforms, a carnifex, a harpy, a Hive tyrant lifeform, a biotitan, and one of the supposed Norn Queens from within one of their biosships...*pant pant,*
Rakarth: It's just not enough is it...?
Baldermort, I have said this to tabletop tactics, I've said this to Leutin, Occulus Imperia, and Rho, and ill say it to you too.
This glimpses into our shared hobby, these little ventures into a SciFi world we all love, from someone as skilled as you, is really a welcome reprieve.
I'm a behavioral analyst. I'm in school for my doctrine in psychology. I have seen and made.more recommendations for diagnosis major depressive disorder, severe anxiety, and everything else.
People need these excursions, they need these distractions, especially now that the holidays could potentially be negatively impacted by both economic pressure and social isolation.
When you don the cloak and mask of Baldermort, you become a guide that reminds us that the things we love still exist, and someday we will get to do the things we love again. You become a harbinger of a better time and a better hope of a return to our hobby.
And right now, people need hope, Baldermort. They need to know that their lives will continue, and they need to know the things they love are not dead or gone. They need to know that no matter how hard this gets, there will be a time, where they can play a video, and listen to a story about a galaxy that whisks them away from everything happening now. And at the end of this awful collective experience, they will get to go and play. To laugh, to enjoy, to roll dice, and forge their own sagas and legends.
But until that happens, your videos, your care and your love of our collective hobby gives us that much needed break, and that much needed reprieve that holds us over.
It gives us hope.
Thank you
What is the name of the Tyranid floating in the now-neutralized digestive pools?
...Bob.
YAY More Dark Eldar to entertain me whilst I walk my dog - Eldar (or Xenos generally) are always a win
I've been watching your videos for a while and i really love the whole 40k universe. I don't have the books or play the tabletop game but I'm really interested in all the lore. So thank you for making your awesome videos and telling us about the forces, factions and wargear of 40k
Ah memberberries, 7th edition :)
Thanks for the entertainment and lore.
*Have a fun weekend Baldermort.*
Yep. Seems so long ago now.... Have a great weekend brother. :)
What a tragic dark twist to the raven guard
Your lore reading has become the highlights of my day. Thank you good sir!
After watching this video I've decided to lean on existing wisdom for this comment 'Dark Eldar are dicks' end quote
The Haemonculus literally just destroying the entire Exodite planet got to me. Wow.
Love the videos, keep up the amaizing work mate!
Always enjoy your videos. Also, rip Tyranids, you shall always be the fodder for everyone else’s awesome stories.
I've missed too many recently, had to dive straight into it and just as rewarding as I thought it would be. Now to catch up! Thank you Baldermort
If you’re reading this you should go like and comment to appease the almighty algorithm 😁👍🏼
Thanks brother Ger. :) :) :)
Praise be the Omnissiah!
A new Baldermort video to listen to always makes work more enjoyable!
This brings a tear to my eye
I am gay for Baldermort's voice xxx.
@Stonedwalljack 92 it's gay accept it and it's gorgeous
It's so nice that you are doing Dark Eldar lore again.
Oi where were we during this krumpfest!? WAAAAAAaaat?....oh well off ta da next krump.
BALDERMORT! BALDERMORT! BALDERMORT!
*Continues forever
Ahhh, something cool to listen to while I am out for my walk
Thank you for another gloriously informative and immersive video, gentle Speaker!
Early gang! I'll leave another comment after the video to help the algorithm along. But now I just am so curious as to what these banquets might be. Dollars to Donuts one of them is Emperor's Children/Fulgrim.
Also, reminder that Aspect Warriors/Phoenix Lords is due at some point in the near future. Dark Eldar can't take all the Xenos uploads lol.
I can;t say much, as Mrs B rtightly states that if I shoot my mouth I then put pressure on myself when I cannot always get them out quickly enough. But I hope you will not be disappointed. :)
@@Baldermort Mrs. B is right. Listen to Mrs. B. Thank Mrs. B from us. We'll be here eyeing your channel like a Haemonculus and an Emperor's Children apothecary eyeing each other.
Honestly, I don't even play the games or have any of the books, but I find the lore of the whole Warhammer 40k franchise really fascinating. Also, you should consider doing audiobooks (if you haven't already).
I do enjoy a good banquet nom nom nom
Ah do the Ravenguard ever catch a break?
Quit scaring the Hell out of us, Baldermort. ^_^
i love these stories ... good work
I hope you're happy, Baldy. I have thousands of points of Orks but your Commoragh shenaniganry has made me buy a Haemonculus and a box of wracks.
Tough day breathing, as always a highlight and Fun
Hope Jagatai raises Commoragh to the ground, the way Cadia was lost. But it'd force the dark eldar out of their comfort zone, putting Vect's plan F into motion: all out war for survival in the material realm. New models and upgrades accompany this narrative change! And jagatai will return to finish the job! (A new Primarch model!)
I look forward to listening to this when painting my 40k
This makes me all the happier to see the Star Child, Russ, The Khan, and Draigo wipe these slime out.
Russ playing "baby-games" with those abominations was so satisfying to watch.
Nice new Profile Icon Baldermort! Loving the look of it.
Such amazing narrative voice. Thank you!
Love the Dark Eldar , Great video as always my friend, hope you are well ! Stay safe out their
Ah yes, the vile, dark kin. Another wonderful video Baldermort. I must say, I suspect it was your voice which started the the Fall.
14:00 "...content to enjoy their own painful deaths now their master was happily dissolving inside an extragalactic horror."
Brrrr...
I will never call them Drukhari.
They are Eladirith Ynneas.
And the 2010 codex they got was spectacular.
Oh thank God I've had a shit day I'm so glad you made a video. time to sit back and relax
Very cool stories man. Keep up the good work!
Sheer Addictive Escapism served up by a Master👐🏾
Love the eldar content!!! We need more!!!
Always a pleasure listening to your content keep up the good work uncle baldy
Much appreciated brother More. :) :)
Thanks for the awesome video Baldermort, it makes my lunch break amazing.
You do a great time and thank you for all of your hard work!
Really good video, love dark eldar.
Visit Commoragh, a grand city of rich history, mind bending views and exciting new experiences! With a diverse population made up of species from all over the galaxy, an array of exotic creatures as well as foods, decorations and furniture we *promise* you've never encountered before and a truly unique local culture, you'll never be short of new experiences. Take a Wych guided tour of the Arena's, learn new and exciting things about your biology and psychology from the Haemonculus or indulge in your acts you didn't dare to dream of with scantily clad athletic women, men or both (maybe even throw in some of those exotic animals? We won't tell) - after all, what happens in Commoragh, stays in Commoragh.
Choose this unique in all the universe webway city and we *guarantee* that you'll *never* leave.
Well, now you just have to add a short story where someone visiting Commoragh and *does* encounter a piece of furniture that they knew when it was still a person.
=) If this place was in a holiday brochure I think I would give it a miss!
woo! story time!
Anyway you can do a video on the eldar wraithknight machines?
Ahhhh. Just in time for the codex preview 😅
Your timing good sir, as always, is impeccable 😜👍😁✊
I love painting my models whilst listening to Baldemort
Am I the only one who just automatically hits lLIKE on any video from Baldermort?
🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
That story about the nids is why I started a covens army in 7th
13:46 In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only vore.
Be still my beating heart... Oh the lovely, lovely Drukhari😍😈
Looking at old fables for children this would be a good bed time story for children of grim dark
You are amazing at this!
awesomeness thankyu brother Balbermort thankyu good sir
Sooo... just like that, trap for Tyranids and removal of Orc-infested worlds from Galaxy? In any case when Hive Mind gets concerned....these guys have already crossed Tau, Tyranids and by default are in Imperium's crosshairs... and Necrons might like to have a word or two with them due to bad experiences with Webway and their kind in the past. Oh, and there's at least one Chaos God very interested in them. Orcs wouldn't mind good fight either....
Could you do a duo teamup with Occulous?
Yarrick and Caiphus by the fire discussing Orks and Nids battles. You as Yarrick of course.
Anyone else have a Headcannon with Baldermort being a Grey Knight Librarian or a Adeptus Mechanicus scribe?
appreciate everything you do take your time it's always well worth it blessings on your weekend
Yes a story featuring 2 of my favourite factions 😁
Thank you uncle Mort
The Haemonculi are by far one of my favorite subfactions in 40K. The 7th Haemonculi supplement was really cool. Always nice to see stories of space marines getting fucked.
As always, good stuff!
Ah yes. We are now entering the realm of the naughty space-jerks.
It is unfortunate that nobody I know plays Dark Eldar...I really want to blow them to hell with my artillery 'Nids now.
Now that is a shame. If you catch them out in the open they explode real easy. I know. I play them. :)
Hahaha good luck, id be on you in a single turn
Those transitions though. Hngh.
Ah yes, the BDSM space murder elves