![]() One such craftworld, which fled out into the darkest reaches of the galaxy, hiding in glorious isolation from the Great Enemy in the blindness of nowhere, was Kaelor the Radiant Eye. ONLY A FEW of the wisest eldar farseers know how many craftworlds escaped from the Fall. Those who managed to escape before the cataclysmic Fall did so on mighty living vessels called craftworlds it is on these world-ships that the last remnants of the eldar civilization drift amongst the stars as a scattered and nomadic race. AND NOW, IN the time of the Imperium of Man, the eldar are all but extinct - the last fragments of a shattered civilization plunged into constant warfare as they flee the ever-lustful reaches of the Great Enemy, struggling to suppress the deathly light of their fiery emotions lest the Enemy find them again. The psychic implosion of its birth-cries tore out the heart of the eldar empire, leaving a pulsing, bleeding afterbirth of pure Chaos in its place - the Eye of Terror. From the miraculous potency of their degenerate dreams, a sickening and obscene god was born - the Great Enemy. But many millennia ago, these Sons of Asuryan fell prey to pride, decadence and depravity - this was the Fall of the eldar. Their magnificent empire spanned the galaxy: their whims decided the fate of worlds and their wrath quenched the fiercest suns. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.ĪNCIENT AND MYSTERIOUS beyond the comprehension of men, the eldar are enigmatic aliens who stalked the stars when mankind's ancestors were crawling from the primordial seas of Terra. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. ![]() Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. TO BE A man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse. Their comrades in arms arc legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Goto « Eldar Prophecy» armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. YET EVEN IN his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. ![]() For the monster that follows the path of Ihnyoh around the garden.
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