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Friday, November 14, 2003

Craftworld Miel'sha - chapter IV
It was impossible to stop the first casualty. The shot had rang out of nowhere, and pierced the pilot of the crashed pod in the chest. His upper torso was immediatly turned into a mist of blood, and he fell to the ground...dead. The squad ran back to the pod for cover. Some ran inside, others behind it. They were pinned down by fire from nine separate places in the tree line. The gaurdians could not pinpoint the location, but Al'thae looked over the pod, fired his gun randomly to where he saw a muzzle flash. He was rewarded with a corpse falling down through the trees and onto the hard earth.
"One down, eight to go." he said. "Don't get cockey, we still gotta take the rest out." Auriel siad as she returned fire.
One gaurdian tossed a plasma grenade into the trees. It exploded, and the amount of fire at them decreased. Seeing that, a few more guardians tossed plasma grenades. The area they were firing at erupted in a plume of plasma and smoke, and the firing ceased. The gaurdians emerged from their cover and cautiously moved to the trees, or what was left of them. They surveyed the carnage, and then the first body was found. And another, and another, until all nine were acounted for. "Khaine, forgive us." This was followed by multiple *gasps*. The corpses were not that of hostile aliens, but that of their own kind, to a certain extent. They had been horribly mutated, such as extra limbs, eyes, and in their expression, a look of retarted defiance. One gaurdian took of his helmet and vomited on the ground. "Dear Khaine, what has become of these poor souls?" Questioned Auriel. There were no leads to go by, except one. "I've seen this before." said the oldest gaurdian, Men'sha. "It is what those foul minions of Chaos do to those who turn to them, or those they capture." "Are you sure?" asked someone. Men'sha reached down and pulled down one of the deceased rangers cloaks, revealing his chest. On it was branded the hideous mark of Chaos...

"This can't be, our people are immune to the effects of Chaos, as long as they have their dreamstone."
"Well, these ones don't."
"Could they have been removed?"
"immpossible, once a dreamstone is implanted in your forehead, it cannot be removed."
"Then the only explanation is that they never got one."
"yes, strangly enough. Perhaps they were banished from their Craftworld before they recieved one."
"I guess so, it's the only explanation I can think of."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go find those Chaos bastards that did this!"
"No! we must first bury our fallen comrades, then we will look for the Chaos fools, hoping they're still on this planet. Come on, let's begin."


quick reference-Dreamstones:
Dreamstones are fused into a young eldar's forehead during a special ritual. It is quite painful. it may feel like your forehead was just burned by a hot coal.
These dreamstones are small and red, but they do have a purpose aside from making you look sexy. They protect against the influence of Chaos. This pull is very strong, and all eldar must resist it, lest their soul be devoured by Slaanesh, the Chaos god of pleasure.

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