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You are Lieren of Nothing, the great hunter of the wild, honored wandering sage of the mists and writer of philosphical book the journey that has been adopted all across Shangrala and even spread amongst the stars, the second son of the emperor and gene sire of his second legion of space marines and soon to be groom to the ancient ensouled Vessel Kanzeon, as well as a great many other things, including one of the few "Mon'keigh" trusted or else tolerated enough to be allowed presence upon the craftworlds of the Aeldari race and passage through the webway. Returning from a trip to exchange wisdom and understanding with the Eldar of Ulthwe, who revealed many secrets and hidden knowledge to you as you repaid the favor by recovering a lost inheritance of their race, you delayed your arrival with those from the craftworld who desire to continue their tutelage beneath your ever watchful gaze or else whom sought an escape from the traditional way of life and the paths of the craft world to hunt down Aeldari slavers who traversed the webway and whom still lived by the contemptible and abhorrent lifestyle of the decadent Aeldari of old who wrought their own fall and brought into being the vile without equal Se Nie, she who thirsts and the maiden of wanton pleasures.
However, the trail they left was long and winding, criminals as long lived as these astral raiders were nearly as skilled at hiding the paths they walked as Fog Panthers. But if one knew their ways, tracking them down to their latest target or even their sanctuary was a task as easily done as turning over one's hand, especially when one had the assistance of their fellow Aeldari who were ashamed and infuriated by the crimes of their misbegotten kin. However, presently, you and your entourage were stopped in the ruins of a temple to some god whose idol had been defaced and disfigured. Time did not pass from day to night in the realm of the webway, but living bodies needed rest even if there was no sun or moon to dictate their daily activities .
And so, you took the opportunity to meditate on what you had learned, to make half formed insight and understanding more complete and closer to the whole. There was much to contemplate, for much had been revealed and taught to you on Ulthwe, by both the sagacious Eldrad Ulthran and far more humbler sources who did not know that they spoke with the wisdom of hermit sages and great scholars. In time, you would meditate on all you had learned, but for this night you would focus your contemplations on what had been entrusted to you but what you only truly understood when you spoke of it to Eldrad and shared a glimpse of the gift to him as well.
A fragment of the great plan that dictated the actions of the long vanished old ones, and was preserved partially in the rune writing of the Aeldari.
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You are Lieren of Nothing, the great hunter of the wild, honored wandering sage of the mists and writer of philosphical book the journey that has been adopted all across Shangrala and even spread amongst the stars, the second son of the emperor and gene sire of his second legion of space marines and soon to be groom to the ancient ensouled Vessel Kanzeon, as well as a great many other things, including one of the few "Mon'keigh" trusted or else tolerated enough to be allowed presence upon the craftworlds of the Aeldari race and passage through the webway. Returning from a trip to exchange wisdom and understanding with the Eldar of Ulthwe, who revealed many secrets and hidden knowledge to you as you repaid the favor by recovering a lost inheritance of their race, you delayed your arrival with those from the craftworld who desire to continue their tutelage beneath your ever watchful gaze or else whom sought an escape from the traditional way of life and the paths of the craft world to hunt down Aeldari slavers who traversed the webway and whom still lived by the contemptible and abhorrent lifestyle of the decadent Aeldari of old who wrought their own fall and brought into being the vile without equal Se Nie, she who thirsts and the maiden of wanton pleasures.
However, the trail they left was long and winding, criminals as long lived as these astral raiders were nearly as skilled at hiding the paths they walked as Fog Panthers. But if one knew their ways, tracking them down to their latest target or even their sanctuary was a task as easily done as turning over one's hand, especially when one had the assistance of their fellow Aeldari who were ashamed and infuriated by the crimes of their misbegotten kin. However, presently, you and your entourage were stopped in the ruins of a temple to some god whose idol had been defaced and disfigured. Time did not pass from day to night in the realm of the webway, but living bodies needed rest even if there was no sun or moon to dictate their daily activities .
And so, you took the opportunity to meditate on what you had learned, to make half formed insight and understanding more complete and closer to the whole. There was much to contemplate, for much had been revealed and taught to you on Ulthwe, by both the sagacious Eldrad Ulthran and far more humbler sources who did not know that they spoke with the wisdom of hermit sages and great scholars. In time, you would meditate on all you had learned, but for this night you would focus your contemplations on what had been entrusted to you but what you only truly understood when you spoke of it to Eldrad and shared a glimpse of the gift to him as well.
A fragment of the great plan that dictated the actions of the long vanished old ones, and was preserved partially in the rune writing of the Aeldari.
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