CHAPTER ONE: THE FORESIGHT OF ULTHRAN

CHAPTER ONE: THE FORESIGHT OF ULTHRAN

The skies were reddening, the stars were burning. Eldrad Ulthran looked out upon the glistening stars of the pitch black night and wondered. How did it come to this? He continuously wondered for hours sometimes. Why did we awake the god of hedonism and pride, Slaanesh? Now he has taken his revenge and our cousins fight against us! His thoughts racked through his mind in one infernal, blurry moment. There was nothing that he could do now. He had foreseen the previous, deadly doom. The one that predicted the fall of the Eldar, and no-one believed him. And now, he had foreseen another, more perilous doom. Our time here on Ulthwe is ending, the craft world is falling. Our cousins of Commoragh will come to kill us, maim us, burn us and pillage us. Our belief is failing. The Dark Eldar draw near. Little did the Young King of Ulthwe know, but the Seer Council would have a meeting tomorrow to decide whether or not to confront him. Then, he had the vision again…

More splinter cannons and dark lances. Raiders and Ravagers flying past. On top the awesome death-trap 'The Dais of Destruction', was the supreme commander of the Dark Eldar, Asdrubael Vect. He was unforgiving and relentless. Few who fought him still lived on. Within his bodyguard stood Drazhar the master of blades. To his left stood Kruellagh the Vile and to his right, was the Wych cult leader, Lelith Hesperax. All of his followers were, like him, relentless and unforgiving. The Battle was raging, and the vision ended…

He knew he had to do something. He knew if Ulthwe sat by and watched its own destruction, it would fall. Ulthwe had to be saved. Eldrad had to save them. The Young King and the Seer Council had to listen. Tomorrow would decide the fate of Ulthwe.

"My Lord, Ulthran." Said a calm, and soothing voice from behind.

"Yes Tameer." Replied the rough, yet somewhat clear voice of Eldrad.

"The Seer Council has asked me to bring you this info-slab." Said the voice of the young farseer.

"Eldrad Ulthran, Farseer of Ulthwe. We will welcome your vigilance and voicing at the Seer Council. Your trial of sight will take place at first light tomorrow." The slab stated. It was the job of any Eldar to adhere to the rulings of both the Seer Council and The Young King of their respective craftworlds.

"Thank you, Tameer. You may leave. Even I, the greatest of the seers, need my rest. I will see you at the trial of sight tomorrow." Stated Eldrad. His title obviously wasn't 'the modest'.

Eldrad sighed as he looked out upon the stars for the last time that night. He knew how unswayable the seer council was. He knew he needed to be convincing from the start. Then he drifted off to a long, comfortable sleep.