Lan Rillishelwe and Kabal Rillishelwe Mor Listen children, to a story that was written long ago. This was a time before the Mon-Keigh came down from the trees. This was the time of the Eldar. They lived for centuries and used incredibly sophisticated technologies as well as harnessing the forces of magic and their own minds. Their race was so powerful that the very stars lived and died at their command. The leaders of their people, the Farseers, could see into the future, looking down the possible path of each choice presented to them. This gave them the power to make the best choice, as long as they used it. Over time, this power jaded them and began to corrupt. Their pride, however, prevented them from seeing the corruption as it grew. There was an exceptionally gifted young Farseer, Taeslan, the leader of his people. Their world was known as Lan Rillishelwe, The Bright Shimmering Song. Taeslan could look further along the paths than most. He used this power to guide and nurture his people and their world prospered. Taeslan, sensing something was wrong at the heart of Eldar society, guided his people away from much of the decadence the more centralized Eldar followed, and helped them find a path that cherished life in all it’s forms. Although Lan Rillishelwe used his farsight to avoid warfare when possible, they knew that sometimes they had to stand up for a noble cause. When they decided that armed opposition was called for, the people would act as one. Most battles could be avoided by small things. A messenger could be diverted, an important fuel or ammunition depot blown up, or an army simply led in the wrong direction. However, when called for, the Warhost of Lan Rillishelwe would appear out of nowhere, strike like lightning at the enemy’s weakest point, then leave almost unscathed, with the enemy in ruins. Even in these lightning raids, however, the forces of Lan Rillishelwe would leave most of the enemy demoralized and scattered, but alive, due to their care for all Life. When Slaanesh was born from the corruption and decadence of the Eldar, there was a psychic explosion of epic proportions. 80% of the Eldar race were wiped out immediately by the shockwave. There were some that were far enough away that they only felt the touch of the blast, but were unaffected by it. Those in between, however, were touched badly by the wave, and became twisted and warped. The twisted, warped ones are now known as Dark Eldar, and they know that, as part of the race that spawned the accursed god, Slaanesh is attached to their soul. When they die, their soul will go to Slaanesh for eternal torment, unless they can find a way to hide. The Dark Eldar found an ancient, powerful being, simply known as The One Who Thirsts. This being hides them from Slaanesh, but it requires payment, in souls. To save their own souls from eternal torture, the Dark Eldar must give souls to The One Who Thirsts. In addition to their newly twisted minds, this requirement, this constant choice of the self over others, has driven them to new depths of evil. Many relish in this and attempt to outdo each other in acts of depravity. Those who do not are thought weak and attacked, to be enslaved or have their own souls given as payment for others in the warped, shadowy realm of Commoragh. It is in this society that Taeslan now lives, under the name El T’taes. He is truly cursed, for his mind was not as twisted as the others, perhaps due to his exceptional gift. His mind is still mostly his own, and he is sickened by the depravity he sees. However, he realizes that if he shows “weakness” before the other Dark Eldar, he and everyone he protects will fall to the whims of another Kabal and suffer eternal torment. He still dreams of his gift for seeing the future, but that vision has become cloudy and dark. He can no longer look into the future to find the best choices, he simply has to make them the best he can. In his sorrow, he has named his Kabal Rillishelwe Mor, The Shimmering Song of Death. El T’taes knows that in the staring contest that is the Dark Eldar existence, he cannot blink. He disguises his mercy with practical rationalizations and leads his forces on raids to keep from appearing soft and weak. He is not sure how many under his command are not entirely twisted, for simply asking would risk the souls of the entire Kabal. El T’taes is sickened at the grisly things some members of his Kabal do for sport, but he cannot show it. If you enjoyed this, email me and let me know |