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The
Path of a Warrior
Prologue
"Come on Lana, we'll miss the ceremony!" Torrenn exclaimed as he raced across the wraith bone surface of Ulthwe. Lana and Torrenn had planed to see the Avatar awaken ceremony all 13 years of their life. They were not going too miss this. Torrenn and Lana ran almost a mile and the shrine was almost in view.
"Torrenn I can see the shrine!" Lana had better eyesight than Torrenn and was a potential psyker to be inducted into the path of the seer. Torrenn however had no psychic power at all and was interested in the path of the warrior ever since he was ten. As Torrenn saw the shrine come into view they picked up the pace. And at speed they raced into the chamber almost knocking down a warlock that was walking inside. "Hey! Watch it!" The warlock cried not realizing that they were only children.
As Torrenn and Lana were Catching their breath they looked over to where the mass of people where gathering. The young king was in view as well as the eldest Exarches from each of the aspect shrines. Torrenn looked in amazement at the shrine taking in all the detail, all the history of this Craftworld's aspect warriors that fight for Ulthwe the Eye of Isha.
The shrine of the war god, Kaela Mensha Khaine, is a sacred place among the Eldar. The throne room where the Avatar sits is behind two bronze doors, no one but the past young kings have seen inside. None of which, where seen again. Outside the throne room are the artifacts of the bloody-handed god that aid in the ceremony. Each placed on it's own golden stand painted with crimson runes of the war god. The arches of wraith bone that bear runes that tell stories and lore of Khaine and his battles, swerve along the walls of the chamber implying the chaotic nature of war.
"Ow!" Torrenn said as Lana jabbed him with her right elbow. "The ceremony is starting." Torrenn stood earnestly and waited as the ceremony started. The young king, elected not three months ago, was ritually disrobed, the Exarches painted the runes of Kaela Mensha Khaine on him. These runes evoke the annular orbit of the sun, its rise in the solar dawn and its inevitable autumn fall. Torrenn watched as they fastened a long mantle on to the young king with a golden pin.
"That's Gotta hurt." Torren said to Lana, "ya" she replied.
"Whoa look at that!" Torrenn exclaimed as he observed the long dark weapon that was handed to the young king. "This weapon is the is the Siun Daellae, the Doom that wails." A farseer standing behind Torrenn and Lana explained. Torrenn had heard of the Wailing Doom but had never seen it before, He was extremely exited.
"Eeeew," said Lana in her disgust as a cup filled with blood was handed to the young king. Again the farseer behind them explained, "This is the cup of Criel, it contains blood from his own body." Again both Torrenn and Lana said in a Chorus "Eeeew."
A chorus of Farseers began to sing and the Exarches began to form a circle. The Farseers sang for 10 full minutes before the bronze doors began to open. They opened slowly but purposefully. The young king slowly entered the throne room from which the doors opened to. Then the doors closed with a loud "SLAM!" The Farseers stopped singing after the doors closed, but yet the Exarches were still in a circle. Why? Torrenn thought completely oblivious to the powers of the farseer behind him and Lana.
"The Exarches are in a circle to keep a continuous circuit, it is important for the Awakening young one." Torrenn nodded in realisation not only why the Exarches were in a circle but also that the farseer was reading his mind. He blushed in his embarrassment.
Two hours passed before anything happened and Torrenn and Lana were getting bored. "Patience" the farseer kept saying behind them.
Then suddenly a loud inhuman scream filled the room from the throne room, and the bronze doors opened with an explosion of energy and light. The light was so bright that Torrenn and Lana had to look away. The Exarches stayed in their circuit with all their strength for the Hurricane force winds were blowing at them hard.
Suddenly the Avatar walked out of the throne room. He was carrying the Wailing Doom in his hand, and the mantle was fastened on him with a golden pin. His hands were dripping with blood. His body glowed and white hot molten ichor spat and solidified on his skin. His body was also covered with spirits stones each glowing purple. Torrenn was in awe as the Avatar passed him and his friend. He followed the crowed out side where the army of aspect warriors, guardians, and the seer council were waiting. They waited for the Avatar to step through the open Webway gate and followed him off to war.
