Tuesday, October 26, 2010

(EN) Executor Tarrator!

In a game of 2v2 SC2 with a friend, this mad dark templar really saved our asses, I thought he needed a tribute.

Executor Tarrator has arrived!









Tuesday, October 19, 2010

(EN) Venom concept and planning

Hey again, started planning the venom, one of the (probably) 3 I will be using in my dark eldar army. The concept is pretty simple, add a large chariot cart-ish base to the vyper, and add some bits and pieces around.

Hopefully we'll see the product within the next week!





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Added some colours to it =)



Thursday, October 14, 2010

(EN) Hitgirl as a darkeldar?

Hmh, maybe needs a little more "evil", although I couldn't do that to such a pretty face =)



Monday, October 11, 2010

Hauclir!



(EN) Saim-Hann stories

Bisiler olur diye topluyorum tum yazilari burda, kenarda dursunlar. Bilmeyenler icin, yaz boyunca yaptigimiz xeber-cett ismindeki 40k campaigninde olan olaylarin savas oncesi/sonrasi loglaridir, ve ana karakterim olan Hauclir ismindeki bir Saim-Hann korsaninin Dark eldara katilmasinin hikayesi diyebiliriz ;)

* - Aleth-arr Van'siel; Bu isim Eldar dilindeki bircok harfin ve kelimenin coklu anlamlari gelmesi nedeniyle tam olarak gotik diline cevrilemesede Saim-Hann craftworld'unde kaldigim dort asir boyunca bu gemi hakkinda bircok hikaye duydum. Gotik diline en mantikli cevirimi "Kucuk kedi pipimi 7" olan gemideki yedi harfinin daha once alti gemi oldugumu yoksa baska bir anlama geldiginimi hala anlamamis olsamda geminin adini her soyledigim zaman karsimdaki eldarin pis pis siritmasindan eldarlar icin derin ve hicivli bir anlami olduguna inaniyorum. Bu konuda Savant Iberep ve benim uzun sureli tartismalarimizinda oldugu "Saim-Hann, kirmizi iblisler" isimli kitabi kutuphanenin 4-66B Xenos irklari ve bilgileri rafinda bulabilirsiniz.

Background, and how Hauclir came to be one with the Spirit Stones that haunt him;

As Hauclir entered the deep cave, his soul is wrapped by great misery. Every flap of skin, every scream had in this room, the smell of torture and blood rush his brain like a tide of water, unstoppable. The blood of the Wyches he dismembered outside made a long stain across the floor where he stepped on, slowly marking his way towards his goal, Adad the Stormbringer.

Adad’s followers, drug-deranged husks that didn’t even put up a fight against him didn’t surprise him. This is what happens if you let go of your emotions, let the flow take you to places he thought. He stepped in Adad’s chambers after a while, finding him meditating in front of some altar. Approaching sword-drawn, he prodded Adad with his boots.

“Wake up you scum, I’m here to take what is mine.” He said.

Adad slowly turned towards Hauclir, handing him a bag with an eerie green glow, which had a knot with a curious symbol on it. His eyes were shut, and he didn’t even speak one word. Hauclir grabbed the bag from the deranged eldars hand, and took a look at Adad’s face, a mask of…his father.

“No!, stop showing his face to me you idiot!” he yelled, and put his sword through the torso of his adversary. A warp blast shook the room, and a small webway gate appeared behind Adad. Hauclir could make small figures inside. Unable to understand what the figures are, he pulled his sword and kicked Adad inside the warpstorm. After watching him disappear into the darkness, he exited the cave, never to look back again. But the stones he took had a mind of their own, and a plan.

Day after day the stones spoke, without stop, about their plans, about Adad and what they wanted to do with him. They wanted Hauclir to take the stones back to Adad. At first, he tried getting rid of them, which didn’t work. The stones somehow would find their way into his room every time. Farseer Nereidd, after investigating the stones carefully just shook her head and left the room. And slowly, Hauclir went mad. Now day after day he searches the Stormcaller across the galaxy, to put an end to his curse, to stop from going totally insane.

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“Captain! Wake up captain!”

“....nghhh”

“Captain we’ve entered the atmosphere, landing on the battlezone in a minute now, wake up!”

Hauclir slowly rose from his back inside the hull of his Waveserpent, the small compartment covered in a bright, migraine lancing yellowish light.

“What…what did you wake me up for you star rat?”

“Captain you told us to raid this imperial silo about two hours ago, before you fainted like a seer on his first farsight” some of the Harlequins inside the Serpent laughed at this remark. “Then we started the raid and carried you to the transport so you can oversee the assault”

“nghh….okay, just….help me get up”

The first mate and one of the Harlequins overseeing Hauclir helped him up, as the Waveserpent ran ramparts inside the imperial line, dodging and sidestepping anti-aircraft fire to reach its destination like a red arrow. After a short while the pilot told them to disembark and the back ramp of the craft almost exploded outwards, fast for eye to follow, and the Harlequins jumped outside, quickly disappearing in the smoke and dust of the battlefield to wreak havoc somewhere of their choosing.

Hauclir slowly stepped outside the battlefield, and fell down on his bottom and covered his ears as the noises came aga”AAAAAAAARGH”

“You alright?”

Then came the swearing that would blush even a khornate marine as he were donating his weekly skulls to the throne. Hauclir rose again, his feet barely keeping him upright, a massive cacophony inside his head, and started towards a trench visible to him. His first mate shook his head, and followed him, but keeping a safe distance, as he knew what was coming shortly.


The dialogue before the first battle;

- What?
- What?
- You don't seem to approve my decisions of late
- I never did approve your decisions, it's just the amusement that followed them kept me here
- So this imperial outpost on Ber'als?

Nereidd sat down on one of the little dodgy chairs in Hauclir's chambers, one of his "contemporary" creations, a hobby he got himself to keep him busy and his mind clear of things. Her delicate fingers, armored within the bright red armour flowed through her robe to straighten its flows while she tried to keep her balance and posture.

- Yeah I will check it out. There is also the matter of our friends with the Ulthwé and Biel-Tan, shall I make contact with them?
- It would suit us better if our presence was unknown. I'll ask the helmsman to put the ship behind the gas cloud, if they probe the sector, they won't know we're here, if they try to communicate you in some...other ways, just keep it simple, I have neither the manpower nor the vehicles to risk open war with anything.

Nereidd got up, and watched in horror as the chair fell on the floor, unable to keep its own balance, shattering into several pieces. They looked at each other for a while, not knowing what to say.

- Whops.

The Dialogue after the first battle, and the parlay;


After they flew back to their cruiser Aleth-arr Van'siel, a wounded and pissed off Nereidd and bemused Hauclir hastly entered Hauclirs room. They were followed by one of the Harlequins that usually kept an eye on Hauclir for no known reason, although every corsair knew speaking to the Harlequins and asking them questions was like speaking to a living wall, non-responsive and damned scary. Nereidd sat down on a table, her arm skewered through cleanly by a bayonet that was still attached.

- Well are you going to pull it out or what?
- It's going to hurt...a lot.
- Let's just get it over with, what happened after I passed out?
- We managed fine, that was NOT a small outpost though, what happened to easy pickings and setting up new bases for operation? Bloody hell, if they had any idea we were coming we'd be in deep trouble. I think next time you shou.....JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!

They both looked at the lone Harlequin pouring some really expensive and rare specimen of wine in a thin delicate glass, the type of wine that would be laid down by your grandparents, and eldar live really long. The Harlequin stared at them, his mask turning into a very dramatic sad face. Hauclir, using this distraction pulled out the bayonets blade and removed the xeno-mesh armour plates of Nereidd's rune armour to apply medi-gels and bandages. Nereidd screamed at first, but then stopped and stared at the door, like expecting someone to enter, which happened moments later.

- Well now you can forsee
- Oh just shut up, who the hell are these?

Two corsairs had entered the room, with a human female in tow, chained in arms. Hauclir finished his business and turned to his corsairs.

- Well what is this?
- PARLAY!
- We found her after you took off with the Falcon, we were looking for....supplies and equipment around the battlefield and in the outpost. Her clothing and jewellery looked quite posh capt'n, we thought it'd be smart to show her to you.
- PARLAY!
- What is she saying?
- I think she means to have an agreement with us captain
- PARLAY!
- Well that noise is pretty damn annoying. Nereidd you speak Imperial, ask her what she wants.

Nereidd got up from her position, grimacing in pain. She approached the human female, her intimidating form and blood stained face making the girl backpedal in fear.

- Speak human, tell me who you are and what you want.
- Finally someone who speaks gothic! Thank the Emperor! I want a parlay with your captain.
- Who are you to make demands here?
- I am the governors daughter!

The Harlequin, forgotten in the events, dramatically dropped the glass he was holding, making a noise which took everyones attention. He shrugged and slowly walked away.

- She says she's the Imperial governors daughter Hauclir, now what are we going to do?
- Well, that was unexpected.

An offensive diplomatic struggle with the Ulthwé;

Elomar grabbed his singing spear in terror as he watched the guardian unit he was leading turned into mincemeat by the giant shurikens. The blood in the air turned into a red mist, making seeing their enemy hard. He shrieked in fear as he watched another guardian split in half, got up to call the remaining militia to fall back. Just then a sharp pain hit his chest and the world darkened. When he opened his eyes, he was staring at the face of one of his friends, his visage turned into a static mask of terror covered in blood. He realised he himself was cut in half, his lifeblood spilling on the ground. He shut his eyes in pain.


When he opened his eyes he was in his bedchambers. He realised it was just a dream and he was whole. He also realised he wasn't alone in the room. There was a figure sitting in the corner of the room where the light lost its fight against the shadows, where you could only see turquoise armoured legs and boots, sitting comfortably.

-Do you know what this is witch?

He was showing a small trinket, the size and the shape of a small egg, covered in red runes made with...probably blood.

-A Saim-Hann dreamcatcher. Who are you to enter my chambers at this forsaken hour? How did you get past the guards!

-You speak when you’re spoken to worm!

The figure coughed, murmured something, then continued talking.

- Do you know what it does?

-It amplifies the farsight of a seer and keeps it to project into other minds in reverie. I am familiar with the concept and I know how it works. Is this what will happen to us? Who were our enemies?

-My forces have been watching your movements in the sector. You risk open war with other factions, and stir up a warpspider’s nest. You make things difficult for us. My witc....My councillor is struggling with the demands of keeping our operation here secret. In eight turns of the moon we will begin a search operation in a specific sector at Ber’deod. This is what will happen if you set your wretched foot on that patch of soil you insolent wret...

Elomar watched in horror as the figure started covering his head with his hands. He couldn’t see the figures head but by the body language and the fast erratic movements it was obvious that the figure was in pain.

-Are you okay? You look like you are in pain!

-Shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! AAAARRGHHH!

With the speed it started, the erratic movement and shaking ended when the figure hit his head to the wall with a loud crack. Elomar winced. The figure continued with a silent whisper.

-Nnnghh...much....better. Remember that you’ve been warned witch. I dislike spilling the blood of my race.

With that the figure got up. Elomar could see that the figure was indeed an Eldar, a corsair at that. He had black hair, quite a handsome face, lit by the moonlight from the window he was heading. It was obvious that the man had no sleep for a long time, for his only eye was dark and weary, the other covered with a leather eye patch. He had a troubled walk. As he was a good judge of a character Elomar instantly knew the man was under tremendous stress for a very long time. The corsair approached the window, stopped before jumping out, and spoke without turning his head.

-If you do try to come, we’ll try aiming for the legs.

With that, he jumped out. Elomar ran for the window, as his chambers were quite high up, but in the darkness of the night, he only heard the scream of a jetbike, already far away. When he turned back, he saw the dreamcatcher, lying on the floor. He smiled as he picked it up, a rare gift from their distant cousins, and started to walked to the chambers of Dicaedred to deliver the news.


The serpent and the sword;


-Capt'n, there's a swordwind seer outside who says he needs to see you.

-Bring in the witch!

Nereidd shot a glance at Hauclir that would’ve frozen a warp spider mid-jump.

-Whoever’s in that head, let me do the bloody talking.

-Whatever!

-Put your helmet on at least, I don’t want outsiders seeing your face like that.

-Yiff!

Nereidd shook her head in disbelief as she watched Hauclir, or whomever that was controlling his motions put on the helmet with dodgy motions. The helmet, once a beautiful piece of armour made by the best artificers in the craftworld now was notched in million places, its’ beautiful turquoise hue scratched, its crest missing many hairs. It looked like an exodite fowl that was thrown outside a falcon mid-flight.

Then the Swordwind seer entered the room.

By corsair standards, he looked ridiculous. The Eldar led many different types of living qualities; some called themselves Exodites, and preferred living in forgotten planets like their ancestors, living off the land and being happy about it. Some preferred piracy, and named themselves corsairs which was hard-earned work, and involved many dangers. The others, those who live in the craftworlds mostly avoided battle and many of them have never heard a gunshot in their lifetime.

The Swordwind seer had the air about him of a craftworlder. His head was held high, his shoulders swinging with the motion like even walking was a dance for him. He wore an elegant robe with many runes and symbols around, and the design of his helmet held in his hand looked very “posh” for Nereidd. But his eyes betrayed this whole facade. Nereidd took one look at his eyes and knew that the seer was capable in combat as she was, and was not to be ridiculed with.

-Well met Nereidd and Hauclir of Saim-Hann!

-Mmmh

-Well met Thalion-Gilgalad!, I’ve been expecting your visit, in fact, I believe we should’ve done this earlier.

-Yes indeed, I think you and I have a lot to talk about your movements in the sector, and how it will effect the swordwinds aims.

-We tried being as reclusive as we can, we needed the secrecy because, as you can see we have very limited resources and time. We just need...

-Parmesan!

-...a few more cycles to complete our search in the sector and move on, hopefully with what we need.

Thalion-Gilgalad took a glance at what he perceived as the leader of this rag-tag warband with an expression of confusion.

-And what is it?

-I unfortunately cannot tell you that. I can, however, promise you that we will hold these few zones till we’re done and hand them over to you after we’re done here. I see no disadvantage in your position.

-You make a powerful argument seer Nereidd. I can foresee that conflicting with you about this has no profit for the swordwind. We shall continue our quest without interfering and watch your actions carefully. Thank you for your time.

With that, the swordwind seer got up from his seat, and started walking to the small doorway as the sound of Hauclir’s snoring rang the room aloud. The seer turned glanced backwards to Nereidd.

-I don’t know what you’re after Nereidd, but I hope you good luck on your quest, it seems that you will need it more than I do. May Isha guide you on your perilous journey.


The climax, and the death of Nereidd;

Nereidd entered Hauclir’s room without breaking her stride, so quick that she didn’t even notice the missing guards she placed after Hauclir went mad. She searched the room with her eyes, their colour ice blue as a star going supernova, making a beautiful contrast against her raven dark hair and sharp features.

“Hauclir? Where are you?” She asked into the darkness.

“Am here” The first voice hissed.

Nereidd finally spotted Hauclir. He was sitting next to the massive window that was looking at the black sea of space, a small red cloud of gasses giving a sinister red hue to his hair and face.

“It’s good that I’ve found you, are you yourself at the moment? I cannot tell anymore”

“Yes I am, they’re gone for now, for once” The first voice replied.

“Tehehee, you’re so smart” The second voice thought.

“Shut up you fool, you’re ruining the masquerade!”

“That’s fantastic, I’ve got great news, I’ve found Adad’s lair next to a Tau outpost on the second moon! If we depart now we can be there under a cycle!” Nereidd said excitedly.

“That’s great news Nereidd! I have a question though, do you know any legends about the Talisman of Vaul that was lost in this sector?” The first voice asked.

“Don’t ask it like that you fool, you’ll make her suspicious!” The third voice thought, his voice deep and commanding.

Nereidd stopped for a second to gather her thoughts. Talisman of Vaul? They were rare and unique, why would Hauclir ask her of them?

“I’m not sure if I follow, I thought you’d be glad to hear about Adad”

“Adad? That fool’s no matter to us now, he failed what we asked him to do!” The first voice yelled as he got up from the viewpoint and walked quickly to Nereidd.

“He he hee, he spilled!” The second voice thought.

“Idiot!” The third voice added.

“You…miserable….you didn’t think I would notice?!” Nereidd asked, just as she realised the guards were missing. She backpedalled as fast as she can to the door, but Hauclir was fast, really fast. He punched her in the face and knocked her down.

“You stupid witch, I have no use for you anymore! I’ve found the way to reach the Sunkiller, much with the help of our craftworld kindred, idiots all! They helped me with great pleasure as I asked them about locations and myths!” The first voice said.

“What? The Sunkiller? Have you gone mad?!” Nereidd shrieked as she tried to break Hauclir’s grapple.

“Ha ha ha! We’ve been roaming the stars since the fall, it is our duty to find the Talisman’s and rape the whole galaxy to bring back the Empire!”The first voice said.

“Yess! Yess! It’s been so long! So long!” The second voice shrieked with Hauclir’s voice for the first time. Nereidd started getting scared, there was blood on Hauclir’s garments and murder in his single eye.

“Let go of me!” She pushed him with a psychic push, but Hauclir’s body was in good shape, he let go of her and grabbed a column to swing back with the momentum. The last thing Nereidd saw was a sword that came out of nowhere and hit her in the head.

“He he heh hee”

“It’s been nice, but now let’s get to the climax!”

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Hauclir exited his room half a cycle later, his armour quickly donned as he walked towards Nereidd’s starboard side of the ship, where all the seers and the warlocks usually rested. He found what he was looking for, Farseer Lethé resting on a comfy looking sofa, enjoying the quick melodies of the corsairs that were singing and dancing on the bottom levels. She was Nereidd’s second in command, a very young but promising seer. She decided to become a farseer on her first path as an eldar. It was unusual for a such long living race to choose a path and stick to it forever.

“You there, get up!” The first voice yelled.

“Yes captain, I knew you would co…” she began

“Yeah right, Farseer Nereidd said she wanted you to come with me on this raid, she says she got a fortuneful farsight about it!”

“Really? I’ve cast the runes today and saw nothing of such, although I’m still quite new as a seer, life as a warlock on the other hand, using all your hatred and anger to fuel your….”

“Sush girl, get your puny blade and follow me”

“Yes captain.”

“He heh hee…she’s pretty”

And the Last Battle of Hauclir the Kinslayer;

Hauclir jumped out of his Wave-serpent and tried to get his bearings no-thanks to the transport that didn’t even wait for it’s doors to close before setting off somewhere and raising a dust cloud that fucked up his whole vision. His forces where being grinded between the Imperial Guard that were pushing from behind and the Chaos forces that were trying to get to the Warp gate. Hauclir’s little fleet were fighting small firefights all across the battlefield for survival while he was drawn to the chaos temple that pulled him like a magnet. He covered his eyes and tried to see what was happening. A Chaos Defiler was climbing down the stairs of the massive Chaos temple, its large legs moving impossibly fast through the wrecks of a Vyper Squad that he sent to cover the Chaos advance. Behind the massive spider-like infernal machine, he spotted a lone figure, trying to open up the Warp gate.

Marchosias

That fool! He had no idea what purpose the temple was built there for! He was probably trying to get away using the portal, although where the portal led was a mystery, even for the voices inside Hauclir’s head. The only thing they knew was the fact that the portal had a connection to the key, and without the key, their whole plan would fail.

Hauclir sprinted like a driven man, which he was, to the stairs and climbed them four by four. “MARCHOSIAS!” He shouted, his right hand sword pointing at the Chaos Lord. “Turn your back and stop fucking around with the portal you damned fool!” He yelled. Just before Marchosias turned back, he spilled his own blood in the altar and set the portal into motion. Reality ripped apart and colours beyond imagination started to swirl into motion without any logic. Marchosias removed his helmet and drew his massive Daemonic sword from his back. “You...I’ve never seen you before!” He said, trying to get the high ground and keep his balance as the wind turned into a hurricane, all sucked into the vortex of colours.

Hauclir didn’t bother to answer, he needed to get to the gate. He ran up the stairs and jumped just before he got into melee range of Marchosias, somersaulting over his assailant and dropping down on his side. They started their swordplay and the portal went mad with their quick jabs and thrusts, Hauclir’s dualwield swashbuckler style making a bizarre contrast against Marchosias’ massive two handed sword that screamed and yelled in languages that would make mortal man cry. Hauclir feinted to the left and turned on his heels as he cut down a large wound in Marchosias’ right leg and stuck his offhand sword on his chest. Just as he went for the coup-de-gráce, he heard a massive footfall on his back. He turned around and slashed with his sword. Blood came. Then he looked up.

A giant bull-like daemon was looking back at him, its nostrils puffing smoke that got sucked into the portal. It grabbed Hauclir and he trashed in its ham-like fist, trying to get free. The daemon laughed at his efforts and threw him inside the portal. Hauclir turned in air and tried to grab something, anything. His left arm grabbed a ceremite armour plate but it was no firm ground. The last thing he saw was the panicked face of Marchosias being pulled into the eight colours of madness with him, swirling around. It smelled like music.

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"I lived as a warrior, I died as a traitor. I killed my own kin, people who trusted me. I led them into their deaths. Greed made me do this. Greed started all this.

The worst thing was the eyes of Nereidd just before I killed her. I saw so many emotions there I cannot describe. Pain, betrayal, sadness.....

....Love?

NOOOOOOOOO!"

And the warp-gate opened in a dark room...

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Fin.


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