https://youtu.be/2mcGhpbWlygThe sun was setting and the white maiden moon of New Narro rose into view steadily it's gravity creating the colossal high tides and turbulent coasts which gave way to high jagged grasslands and great barren wastes flattened by wind and sandstorm. Yet in the sky a vessel composed of blackglass and blades hovered soundlessly; The Hunter's of Men had come once more in search of prey. The Drukhari whom heralded from the House of the Stellar Hunt had won the territory rights of this place a thousand years ago and what a boom it was! While the planet had but a single hive upon its cooler southern pole the rest of the massive world was populated by ragtag settlements and wandering tribals whom they would admit made most amusing toys.
Yet their hunt this time was on of greater import, no raiding of townships nor chasing down of stage coaches this time they were after greater prey...something that had downed one of their raider craft and slain all aboard...then the next whom were sent to investigate. So now the Matriarch had come alongside her most potent killers and a whole cohort of Incubi. Their vessel was running scans for any abnormalities and it didn't take long for them to detect something foreign in their reserve.
Other Aeldari whom were sending them a message; “The Lord of the Eightfold Path turned inward and denounced has come, leave and find understanding in the journey or your bodies will shade the path of others.”
They laughed at the notion and the gall of what was surly an outcast ranger or maybe some jest from another house. It didn't matter for they tracked the signal and were soon screeching through the growing gloom casting a dread shadow upon the pale dust beneath. Yet when they arrived they found not the ranger but a stranger in the armour Drukhari noble...one of the late lords sons? He was sat alone tending a small fire sat upon a dried log, Darklance propped against the seat. His composure as they approached shifted and showed all they'd expect; confidence, pride and an authority imposed by sheer stature and the miasma will they felt drawing closer.
“Salaigh? You live?”
Salaigh's head rose slowly turning away from the fire yet rise remained in his eyes, no reflection but from within. Golden and full of fury unrelenting.
