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Cry of the Banshee
The long journey
Eniarm, a world of death and destruction but this was not always the case. Only after the taint of Chaos arrived did it fall into this state, it was once a world of beauty and life. Eniarm was once a world held by the Eldar and known as a world that was held by Khaine’s chosen the “Howling Banshees”.
Eniarm’s fall is a tale of tragedy and horror as even the worst nightmares the Seers have foreseen couldn't have prepared us for it. As the event known as “The Fall” came the majority of the Eldar cried out in a mix of terror, disbelief and pain. Eniarm was no exception to “The Fall” but was outside of the core worlds so that it was spared being swallowed by the place now known as the “Eye of Terror”. If only we had heeded the warnings our forefathers told us but we were ignorant and foolish.
Eniarm faced Warp Storms that ripped her apart but she survived the onslaught but was changed, no more lush grasslands and forests but now charred earth and barren wastelands. To have once seen Eniarm as a beautiful land now nothing but a barren rock made all who had seen it hearts sink into despair.
Although once which once was may come again and Eniarm may return to the beautiful world again, as always we the Eldar can only hope. It has been millennia since we've returned to Eniarm but even the visions of it and stories told of its beauty looked as if they were a tale. It was like seeing a great warrior who was now nothing more than a broken down penniless beggar.
This world was left alone after all of the Craftworlds that could escape when “The Fall” came. A vision was given to Farseer Faervel of Craftworld Ulthwe which showed her a relic abandoned after “The Fall” came. This relic was only described by Faervel as a blade which is said to have been of the few links left to the God Vaul who was the armourer of the Gods, it is said this is one of the blades that was one of the blades created by Vaul for Khaine which is why it is so important to recover this holy relic before the Mon’ Khiegh or forces of Chaos discover it.
Farseer Faervel seems to be completely convinced this is one of the blades Vaul personally forged. A strike team of five Howling Banshee led by Howling Banshee Exarch Elasha. She knew these Howling Banshees for centuries and has fought countless battles with them and the six of them were tasked to escort Farseer Faervel to the Artefact somewhere on Eniarm.
The strike team consisted of Exarch Elasha, Howling Banshee Rania, Alyndra, Ariawyn, Delshandra, Ynshael and Farseer Faervel. Each of these Howling Banshees had sworn to protect Faervel no matter the cost to themselves.
Exarch Elasha had heard the story of how Khaine was given these blades by Vaul but knowing her luck it would have been the one blade which was a normal blade, this is because her last assignment seemed that the fates themselves were attempting to torment her.
Elasha had been facing down the easily corruptible Humans who thought that Chaos would bring their salvation, she had faced down hundreds of heretics, Chaos Marines and Daemons, and nothing was going to stop her from avenging her fallen sisters that day. The skies themselves ripped open with energies from the Warp.
Elasha was given a choice stand and hold the line stopping Chaos from breaking through but then the skies would bleed her sisters and brothers apart or she could break formation and slay the foul Chaos Sorcerer who was ripping the sky apart behind the guards who were protecting the Chaos Sorcerer from enemies but this would leave the formation broken and exposed.
It took her only a moment to make her decision with no time to debate the decision, with lightning speed she dashed through lines of heretics and Chaos Marines to stop the Sorcerer from finishing his foul powers. Several of the Sorcerer’s guard attempted to stop Elasha but her Mirror Swords sliced through their armour as if it was made of paper and within a few swipes of her blade she stood before the Sorcerer who was finishing his spell.
Without a moment’s hesitation Elasha began attacking letting out a howl which forced the Sorcerer’s guards to be frozen with fear as they saw her decapitate the Sorcerer. It stunned the Chaos forces surrounding her, this Sorcerer must have been seen as powerful by the foolish Mon’Keigh as they began to flee after Elasha let out one more howl.
Immediately returning to the frontlines killing any of the Chaos Marines foolish enough to get in her way but as she returned everyone who was charge with defending this area had fallen. No one at all had survived the onslaught now Elasha was now being haunting by that battle, was it her fault all those under her command had fallen or was it inevitable? Should she have stayed and held of the forces of destruction rather than charge the Sorcerer and his men?
After the battle Elasha was told this was a victory but seeing so many of those she was charged with protecting dead how could this have been seen as a victory if she had failed to defend those who were depending on her to save and protect them.
Elasha shook off the memories of these events as she heard the alarm ring out as the vessel that was dropping them off had almost arrived at Eniarm.
“This is the “Spectral Spirit” notifying Farseer Faerval and her strike force we are approaching Eniarm and we'll be ready to deliver you to its surface in a few moments, report to the docking bay immediately.” Sang the announcers voice throughout the ship.
The squad had all came prepared and all were honoured to be tasked with protecting the Farseer but Elasha still had doubts about herself over this task, perhaps she shouldn't have been chosen and perhaps another of the Howling Banshee Exarchs should have been chosen to lead this strike force.
These doubts quickly were thrown out of Elasha’s mind as Farseer Faerval entered as it wouldn't be wise to bring doubts to the attention of the Farseer’s mind at a time like this.
“Is your squad prepared, Exarch?” Faerval questioned.
“Yes Farseer Faerval, we are prepared to do whatever it takes to recover one of Khaine’s blades to assist the Craftworld.” Elasha responded although sorrow was still plaguing her from her last thoughts.
“Is something wrong Exarch?” Faerval questioned.
“Nothing Farseer, just thinking about how many fell here so long again.” Elasha responded concealing her true source of sorrow.
“Do not despair Exarch, today we avenge their deaths by reclaim a relic for Khaine and the Craftworld.” Faerval smiled as they had arrived at Eniarm knowing no other Eldar had set foot here in millennia.
The “Spectral Spirit” docking bay doors opened and released a lone ship tasked with delivering this strike force to recover an ancient relic.
