Yeah, so about the past several weeks worth of blog posts I was supposed to do? We’ll just chock those up to really, really bad timing. Yeah… -shifty eyes-
Anywho. POST! Lemme first start off with… I’ve switched Warhammer 40k armies. Again. Don’t you judge me, finding an army that suits one’s personality is difficult and trying at best and an absolute nightmare at worsDon’t get me wrong- I❤ me the Salamanders and they will ALWAYS be my favorite Space Marine Chapter (until the one that allows women to be SM’s comes out… which will be never, but I can dream) but… sometimes you just have to cut your losses and go with what works.
What brought this on, you ask? Well, allow me to elaborate. My husband and I were wandering through Game Empire a few weeks back while he was looking for some more Orkses for his Waaaagh! and he asked me what kind of models I was thinking about buying and painting next. Honestly, at that point in time, I was seriously considering dropping vanilla SM’s anyways-sure, they’re a great beginner army, but I just wasn’t as into them as I should have been to justify the amount of money I’m willing to spend on a hobby. And they’re boring to paint. Sounds lame, but its true. And I just… could get into them. Well, I told him I wasn’t sure what I wanted, and he made the suggestion that changed my WH40K gaming experience.
‘Hey, why don’t you pick up my Dark Eldar? I’m not going to play them, and they’re an awesome army. You should give it a shot.’
Plus, we already had a unit of fully painted Kabalite Warriors and a fully painted Raider. I saw absolutely no reason not to at least give them a try and see how they were. So, we went home- him with his Battle Wagon in hand- and I cracked open Codex: Dark Eldar for the first time.
And then something like this happened.
I was sold. Finally, an army I could get behind! The Dark Eldar are a branch race of the once mighty Eldar, whose civilization ruled the cosmos long before the mon-keigh (BAHAHAHA they call humans monkies!) even thought to leave Terra. However, ten thousand years ago, the vast majority of their civilization was destroyed in one violent swoop. At that time, their depravity and forays into excess had brought something into existance that the Eldar will forever regret and never escape from: She Who Thirsts, known to the rest of the universe as Slaanesh, was born, and His birth cries ripped open a hole in realspace known as the Eye of Terror, crippling the Eldar and damning their souls to be devoured by Slaanesh upon their deaths. The only Eldar to escape complete annihilation were the Exodites, Eldar who escaped the empire at the height of its depravity; the Craftworld Eldar, who had fled on specially built planet-ships; and those Eldar who had made for themselves a home in the mysterious alter- universe known as the webway and its capital city, Commoragh. Those webway Eldar refused to give up their insidious ways, and so became the Dark Eldar.
Now, Dark Eldar society is run by kabals. Kabals are, in short, mafia families. And the leader of the kabal is known as an Archon. Archons are the most cunning of the Dark Eldar, and their power within the kabal is absolute. My kabal is the Kabal of the Frozen Lotus, and their leader is Circe Kythonyr, a woman who took the reins of the kabal from the previous Archon, who nearly destroyed its name and its accomplishments in a foolish realspace raid on a well guarded Forge World.
Circe’s tale is unusual, as she started off as a Hekatrix, a Wych Queen of the Soulflayers Wych Cult. She was sent to the Wych Cult as a child to learn the way of the blade and to become the lifeblood of the Dark Eldar empire. She did well in the arenas, killing with speed and style, as befitting her status. In her off time, she would spend hours in a private garden, cultivating the flower which became her namesake- the frost lotus, a beautiful blue blossom with razor petals that could grow in the deep darkness and cold of Commoragh, and glowed with and eerie, pale blue light. Her claim to fame in the arenas was the fact that she always wore a mask, determined to never show her face to neither her enemies nor her adoring fans. Rumors of why always abounded in the Dark City, however- some believed that she was horribly scarred beneath the metal mask. Others speculated she hid some hidden biological weapon granted to her by a haemonculus. And yet others believed that she was a half- breed, the result of an experiment to combine a DArk Eldar with a Medusae. Circe never said, and anyone who asked never lived to report if she’d given them an answer. The only person rumored to have lived through her explanation was the Arch- Succubus who ruled the Soulflayers, Caillech the Wraithblade, who promptly promoted her to the rank of Hekatrix and made Circe one of her Bloodbrides.
It was during the disastrous realspace raid that cost the previous Archon of the Kabal his life that she ascended to power, though to this day it’s uncertain if the Archon met his death at the hands of an enemy… or if Circe killed him herself for his foolishness. Regardless, upon the broken Raider fleet’s return to Commoragh, Circe grabbed for the position of Archon. Displaying a level of cunning unexpected from a Wych Queen, she carved a bloody path between herself and the high seat of the Kabal. She did not kill a single contender for the position herself- instead, she masterfully manipulated those around her and had the men and women she deemed as competition ‘removed,’ a maneuver so uncharacteristic for a Wych it shook the foundations of the Soulflayers. Caillech, however, did nothing but smile, content to allow Circe to claw her way, inch by gore-covered inch, to the top of the food chain.
The takeover was remarkably short. Within weeks, Circe had asserted herself as the Archon of the kabal, and changed its name to the Kabal of the Frozen Lotus. Shortly after her meteoric ascension, it became widely known how she had managed to remove all potential candidates for the position which she now was firmly ensconced. Her years cultivating her prized frost lotuses had given her a powerful weapon- the frost lotus was not only beautiful, but deadly. It could be distilled down into a potent poison that, when injected into the body, turned one’s bodily fluids to ice, killing them instantly.
HA! Is that a lot of awesomeness in a bucket or what?
Anywho, I think I’ve jabbered on long enough. Stay tuned, next post is going to be about some fun things I did recently, and probably more Dark Eldar squeeing.