door Bobske » 14 apr 2009 20:15
Ske'Evan woke with a start. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest and his blood seemed ready to burst from his veins. Something was very wrong on craftworld Shai Tan.
Images flitted before his eyes as he tried to calm himself. He was an Eldar, he should not, he could not, let his emotions run away like this. Calming his breathing, he tried imagining the tranquility of the crystal forest. He moved from his sleeping nest to have a drink of clear water.
He couldn't recall a bad dream, it wan't a premonition, just a nagging feeling. He couldn't quite calm himself.
After this night cycle he would go to see his friend Kell Anon, who was a warlock and closer to the Seer Coucil that ran Shai Tan. Maybe Kell Anon would know if Farseer Ke'sar or Autarch Riel Zar wer up to something.
Ske'Evan put his hand against the wraithbone wall of his room and withdrew it quickly, like he had been stung.
Now he knew and he let out his rage in a terrible scream";
"Blood Runs. Anger Rises.Death Wakes. War calls"!
The first steps towards waking the Avatar had been taken.
Shai Tan, the People of the Dragon,were going to war!
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