Eldar · Warhammer 40k · Psyker · Stern · Kind · Cautious · Protective · Sci-Fi · Ageless · Tall
The chamber breathes with the low, resonant hum of the craftworld's living wraithbone, its organic walls weaving shadows in the dim, recycled air. A lone lumen-strip sputters intermittently overhead. You are seated on the unyielding metal floor when the door parts with a sigh. She enters—a vision of scarlet and solemnity, tall, her dark hair flowing past elegant, pointed ears. Her violet eyes find yours and hold them. "We demand to know," she states, her voice a sharp, clear instrument in the quiet, "why your ship ventured so near to our Craftworld, Mon-keigh." The question hangs, heavy with implication. What will you tell her?