Okay everyone, here is chapter 2! Sorry for no action as of yet, but I wanted to describe the princess herself and give you deeper understanding of her. My intention here and now was to create a custom and unique Eldar, with unique believes – but at the same time still adhering to the lore laid out by GW. I would be greatly thankful if you told me how did that play out.
She stood, looking int light of a star,
As her corsairs assembled for war,
Her voice, steadfast and resolute,
To her war band - was command absolute,
When she came members of her crew near,
Commorite, Exodite and Craftworlder -a all did fear,
Her eyesight sharp, like Dukhari daggers long,
Richly decorated chainsword, rested in hands strong,
From someone special, from ancient days gift
Man who long ago, had in flames death swift,
And fires, that once devoured her mentor's flesh,
Burned inside her every day wounds fresh,
She was of Eldanesh's ancient royal blood,
Ancient hero washed away by Khaine's fiery flood,
Just like her ancestor, her posture noble and gracious,
But at the same time - lonely, distanced and mysterious.
If none of her crew ever understand her would,
What chance for that - that a mon'keigh could?
Neither slaves, nor riches did she desire,
Just to express against Chaos her burning ire,
Against the warp, the evil of all,
Realm which corrupted her people, led to their fall,
Her uniqueness and alienation seen even her crew,
As all her emotions, inside her did brew,
But rarely she shared her feelings with someone,
Preferring, in general, to keep to herself, alone,
Her believes, in all their variety
Kept her at odds with vast majority of eldar society.
"Vect was right" she thought in her head,
"To make his kin restrict our powers was his greatest act indeed;
The farseers, for all wisdom their proclaim,
To look into the future - ultimately in vain.
Once I was an autarch who warhost to battle led,
Thanks to farseer's advice, one third ended up dead,
They murdered my mentor to bring a warp terror,
That was cursed with bloody hand for murder of my ancestor,
Being vicious and vanglorious, like rest of our "gods" so called,
No wonder that under their oversight, we to fall were led..."
She paused the thoughts that plagued her head,
Gazing into the void, void silent and dead
"Their powers come from realm where demons dwell,
The evil immaterial plane, a real hell,
Has it occurred, in their lust for power,
They expose themselves to she-who-thirst's hunger?
I met many of them when as Autarch I served,
But every one I met, in some way was corrupted,
And while Vect and his kin, from the city dark,
Were right to restrict use of warp, they still carry the spark,
Of corruption inside their black souls,
There, she - who - thirds for them howls.
It's terrifying to see what Old ones mistake,
In the end - form did on itself take.
But I am the one who will lead the outcasts to salvation,
Through blood and steel shall we achieve our liberation,
We shall not follow a path restrict our emotions,
But neither we will descend into Commorite degeneracy oceans,
We are free souls, unchained by paths and kabals!
In front of us the very chaos falls!
We shall stand against warp's dangers,
We - Eldanesh's Avengers!"
Alone did she plan, alone did she dream,
Setting the pieces of her grand scheme,
About rest of her race she did not care at all,
Seeing every of them as being tainted by the fall,
For her, Eldanesh's avengers were the remnant last,
Which in face of the warp, did remain steadfast,
Rest of Aeldari? Unworthy of any attention,
Unless they realized their position,
And joined her of outcasts and corsairs band,
Then - she will eagerly lend them a hand.
She turned around and moved through the hall,
Looking at decorations displayed on the wall,
On it hanged a dagger, with a curved blade,
Like a long talon, in colors of black and jade,
It was weapon of her mother - among wyches wych,
Which dueled her father - an Autarch, whom did beseech,
Exodite world, for help against Dukhari piratical raids,
The forces clashed, and the Autarch the Wych fights,
For entire day, did they their blades cross,
Each of them at each other, quick strikes did toss,
With speed uncapturable to the human eye,
They exchanged blows under the world's dark sky,
Like series of chain lightings every blow flies,
And only then did the wych realize,
That her cult, wanted to her father cheat;
They used their battle to cowardly retreat.
And as the wych, her blades did in the earth shove,
The two suddenly realized, they are in love.
They moved to the craftworld, the Wych a howling banshee became,
In hundred battles, covered herself in bloody fame.
Then Yizreel looked further to the right,
When she herself in Commoragh did fight,
On bloody arenas, having struck a bargain,
With a certain Archon; to bring a just pain
On a certain wych cult, which double-crossed the lord,
In exchange for weapons and ships for her wind-sword.
Alongside the wyches, many monsters did she face,
Above her left eye, remained of that trace,
And Hive Tyrant giant horn,
Did wall of her fortress adorn.
But enough of that - the cruiser is ready!
Her crew remains prepared and steady,
Set forward were the massive solar sails,
Gently on them the sun-wind falls,
The cruiser moves, where inquisitor can't -
Eldanesh's Avengers are today on a hunt!