Name: Inquisitors Woe
Factions: Inquisition, Sisters of Battle, Eldar, Dark Eldar, Orks and Chaos
A/N: A shorter chapter than normal, but this is also the end of the first part, we have now officially left Scaroos (thank god for that)
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING (except OC's)
After spending more than a healthy time staring at the beautiful new blade that he had been gifted, Xanxas placed the blade into the Mag-Holster that was designed for his chainsword. It seemed to fit, but that didn't stop him checking the blade a few more times before he made his way over to where Sister Avaline was standing, now watching over the Farseer, obviously still suspicions.
"Are you really going to use that?" She said quietly as he appeared beside her, eyes directed at the Eldar blade by his side.
"Any reason I wouldn't?" Xanxas asked, the fear he had once felt speaking to Avaline all but gone.
"It is an unclean Xenos weapon, that should be reason enough!" She raised her voice slightly as she spoke, the anger at the fact he had had accepted the blade more than obvious.
"I lost my own blade in the battle with the Greenskins," Xanxas turned to look at her, his eyes lingering for just a second on her damaged pauldron. "Would you rather I have no weapon or a Xenos weapon?"
Avaline didn't answer, his logic seemingly holding her fanaticism at bay for the time being, but he was not sure how long it would last. He observed the clearing, all of the Eldar Dark as well as the Craftworld, seemed to be in some sort of meditative state with the exception of Alythwin. Alythwin was still standing in front of the Webway gate, slowly channelling her psychic energy into it. Xanxas could feel the amount of energy that she was releasing, he had been in the presence of some of the most powerful Psykers within the Imperium but it was nothing compared to this. The amount of psychic energy was almost suffocating, never the less he moved over behind her observing every little move that her body made as it pulsated with energy.
"Your mind and eyes wander over a treasure that can never be won." Alythwin's mythical voice spoke quietly, making Xanxas jump slightly.
"I was wondering what you are doing? I have seen the Eldar use the Webway before; it is usually a swifter process." Xanxas could swear he saw a slight smile appear on the Eldar's face as he spoke.
"One does not open a door in a storm, without first being prepared."
Xanxas shook his head at another non-answer, but as he did, there was a pulse from the gate and a sudden roar as it burst into life. A shimmering veil of psychic energy flowed and fluttered within the arch of the Wraithbone structure. Within seconds Avaline was at his side, still holding her injured arm, and the other Eldar had gathered around the now open doorway.
"Well monkeys, are you ready to take your first step into the unknown of the ancient Eldritch Webway?" Kythorax asked with a large grin.
Both Avaline and Xanxas were unsure about the shimmering gateway, but the Dark Eldar simply stepped on through without a second thought or a look backwards, disappearing back into the ancient roads that they had sprung fourth from. With a simple nod from Alythwin, Xanxas started to move towards the gate Avaline so close to him that their shoulders were touching.
As he entered the gate he felt a chill run the length of his entire body, slowly it was being pulled in. His entire body felt as though it was being pulled apart, bit by bit he felt the forced of the secret technology pull at him. Then it was over, and he was on a long shining path that seemed to be made of warp energy, an ancient Webway corridor. It wasn't long until he realised that he was now alone, Kythorax and his retinue were not standing within the corridor waiting for him to enter, and Avaline had not entered behind him, was this normal? Xanxas however had never travelled by Webway and had no experience that he could even begin to draw a comparison too.
He stood there in the silence of the Webway for a minute or two, not knowing how long that would be outside the confines of the Webway, before he decided that he was going to have to make the journey alone and started to walk down the long lonely pathway. As he walked, more pathways seemed to open up, each heading in a different direction and to a different portal. But the pathways that he could see also seemed to be unstable, every now and again the roads seemed to fade from existence and even the path that he was walking on seemed to begin to lose cohesion if his attention strayed from getting to his destination. Xanxas began to fear that the path would never last he began to move quicker through psychic realm that seemed to be growing ever stranger.
As he approached what he assumed to be the end of the path, he was suddenly compelled to stop. Something was in the Webway with him, something that he could not see, but feel. Tentatively he began to look around, examining the twisted almost liquid looking walls that lined the pathway he was walking though. Then he saw it, through one of the more transparent walls of the Webway he saw the monster from his nightmare, the Giant eye. It sat there simply staring at him, not moving or taking any sort action. The longer they sat there staring at each other the more Xanxas' concentration began to fade.
Without warning the section of pathway underneath his feet vanished, and with a sudden scream, Xanxas fell. He fell and fell passing portal after portal until he finally landed in what seemed an old and unstable one. Just as he started to feel that he was being ripped apart, again he heard a laugh. A simple yet maniacal laugh, something was laughing as though everything was going according to some sort of plan. Then Silence.
The sound of screams pierced the silence as Xanxas appeared on the other side of the Webway; the ground under his feet was solid, the air no longer filled with the psychic presence of long since dead builders. But still something was wrong. Quickly he looked around, people were running from the now active Webway, but there was no Eldar, and Avaline was nowhere to be seen. A sudden panic gripped Xanxas, as the ground shook. He turned around just in time to see a large silver glove collide with his face. The impact threw him backwards slamming the back of his head on the hard ground, and has his vision began to fade he looked back up at what had hit him. Standing over him was an Adeptus Astartes, through the armour seemed to be of an older design, it was completely silver with the exception of its left pauldron which was bright blue, with the symbol of a panther like creature that was black and gold. Xanxas saw a few more shapes move into his vision before he finally passed out.
