Prince Morrathillienn. 7th Heir to the House of Ulthanash. Survivor of the Endless Darkness. Prince of the Khaine's Ravens

First Farseer of the Angvai

Dark Eldar Bio-Dreadnought

Alas I don't have a dread-like model to be painting for Dreadtober, but as luck would have it the next installation from my back-catalogue is this beauty!

The Brides of Khali and a quick how-to

Subject K-46, AKA 'Khali'

Khaharkyth the Carrion Lord, so-called 'Archon'

A little detour, because apparently I'm incapable of sticking to one project at once ;)

They're Angvai, by the look of their banners...

They're Angvai I think, by the look of their banners. Belligerant warmongerers. In collusion with the cloners of the Dark Kin to bolster their forces, which has had a rather marked effect on their outlook. They maintain little of the reverance for Eldar life that other craftworlders hold. Why would you when you can just grow more? Be careful of them, cousin. Dangerous folk to associate with...or be within range of, come to think of it.

Apex Predator

We're off to see the Nomad Prince...

I've heard what the Angvai do to deserters...

Where Ilgaith goes, we follow. It's not as if we could return without something to barter our freedom for anyway. I've heard what the Angvai do to deserters...

What happens when a Warlock wanders the Outcast Path?

Ilgaith the Outcast

Of all those who travel the skeins of the webway, it is us outcasts, us vagrants, who most frequently plumb its depths. My craftworld kin seek to exploit it like a tool. The Commorites seek to control it like an animal. The Harlequins seek to hide within it like a maze. We, however, seek only to explore. 

- Ilgaith who Wanders

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.

All creatures great and small

All creatures great and small,

The Plague God made them all.

- Twisted Albian Proverb, popular among legionnaires of the XIV

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

She walks serene and primal...

Ynnead was, Ynnead is, and Ynnead shall be. Not in the tides of the warp as we know it, but inbetween. She walks serene and primal. Undimensioned, but useen no longer. - Khalfhirin, Prophet of Ynnead

I was blind...but now I see...