Umm…. Disclaimer I guess? Meh, sure: I don't own GW's stuff; I wish I did, but I don't.
And if you're a lawyer, please twist the disclaimer so it protects me, okay?
And I really apologize for any fluff mess-ups that are included here; this is a one-off on a topic I don't know much about. If there's a problem, PM me and I can edit it I guess.
Reality, like the waves of a cold ocean, lapped at the sides of the mighty Craftworld Ul-Tian as it sailed through the stars, bearing the mere fragments of a dying race. It plowed, like an ancient leviathan, through the webway towards its goal.
"Farseer?"
The Eldar's face twitched, cat-like and inhuman, towards the lithe, gaudy figure entering her sanctum.
"Harlequin. How fortunate it is now you would choose now to seek my council."
She could not see the face behind the Harlequin's mask; yet ever fiber of her being told her she was subject to the greatest scrutiny.
"I do only as the Laughing God wishes, my Farseer." the Harlequin replied, performing an intricate bow to show its respect.
The Farseer bowed her head in response, before continuing solemly.
"And now we all hear his call. A hand is required, a hand even more precise than my own. Fate is as a tangled web, and these Mon'Keigh seek always to unravel it."
"So" came the ghostlike voice from behind the mask. "The Laughing God bids the dance resume once more. Fare well my Farseer, with fate's blessing we shall return."