The Eldar Of Calentar
Calentar Eldalon Wraith Lord Beleg Danhir
The wraithbone giant stood mute, half-buried in the sands of the destoyed world, waiting for millennia. The rare rain occasionally washed the dusty sand from the giant's contours, and from the hilt of it's never-rusting blade, still clutched as though in mid-attack. It was the last, and it's blow had been the last struck in an ancient war almost lost entirely to memory.
Then the call came. Faint, distant, like a whisper over the barren desert, a call sent from afar, but enough to awaken the dreaming soul locked within the sand sunken monstrosity. The creature stirred, and it's hollow armored hands began to methodically dig long buried legs from the sand. Soon heavy tracks led away from where it had once stood. Ancient, artificed, a warrior soul trapped within shaped wraithbone armor, unable to clearly see the world around it, yet it did not stumble. The call was clear. The giant strode proudly, with an ancient confidence born of both power and once living nobility.
Finally he stands before the Eldar warlock that called him. Beneath the giant's mammoth feet are the crippled remains of a Necron, the last of an ancient invasion force lost in the sands of time. Beleg Danhir has awakened, at last. The proximity of his returning kindred entered his dreamstate and kindled the warrior spirit within his empty hull to newfound strength.
Beleg's loyal Wraith Guard were the first to feel his approach, across the desert, and eventually they were able to convey their quest to the Warlock Squad that tended to them and aided in their sight.
Rodyn Dolenhoth is the first to arrive at Beleg's side, to aid his Wraith Sight abilities to Beleg's progress. "Now the Tau will truly know their doom" the Warlock's anticipation of victory is almost contagious as he contemplates the next encounter against those who've dared to set up residence on the lost home world of his ancient race. Now he is sure that this is indeed their ancient homeworld, lost to the Necron so very long ago. The Calentar Eldalon wander the Eldar Webway no longer.
And the Tau will not desecrate their holy world any further. A lord of wraiths has come, and the pale blue blood of the Tau will stain the sand.
Guardian troops soon lead the heroic giant to their hidden Eldar base. Plans must be made.
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