All hail Slaanesh! Eldar God of Peacetime

We…we thought She would be our saviour. A glorious God of Peace and Prosperity, forever ridding us of Khaine the Murderer of Eldar. We were gravely mistaken.

She has sent her seekers to claim her due...

The idiocy of your infantile race truly knows no bounds. Thanks to your petty squabbles a great Rift has torn across the galaxy. Gates long thought sealed and safe have been rent open, exposing us. She has sent her seekers to claim her due.

This will not be forgiven.

Yet here they stand, staining our world beneath their cursed feet...

Few among the Craftworlds truly believe that there are Eldar still living in the Eye. Only in the babbling of the deranged and the rhetoric of doomsayers are the twisted playthings of She Who Thirsts mentioned with any kind of certainty.

Heorulf, Albian, Legionary of the XIV. Terraformer.

This was the third time he had set out to conquer this god-forsaken sector. The first alongside Terrans and Barbarans, uniting all in their path. The second alongside Mutants and Plaguebearers, corrupting all in their path. The third, alongside stranger allies even than that...

Tattered were its Antlers, and Ragged were its Breaths...