Editing Eyes of Mordred (section)

===Recruitment===

Recruit from the world next to their homeworld and / or freed dark Eldar slaves. The horrors the slaves have been to subjected to imply the strength they may have as a battle brother.

Potential recruits are tested by trial by fear. They released into the haunted woodlands of the planet Fovea Primus and then they must survive for a week. This is certainly no easy task, as they are hunted to death by the chaplains and librarians of the Eyes. In addition to this, much of the naturally growing fungus and plant life in the woodlands causes terrible hallucinations that bring a mans worst fears to life. Any who survive will not only have experienced the worst horrors he can imagine, but have overcome them and avoided capture by a superior force, just as Mordred did prior to the chapters birth.

In order for a recruit to become a full battle brother, they must collect 100 eyes taken from slain foes on the battlefield, in order to emulate the example of Mordred when he collected the gems of the Eldar. However, the nature of this task requires the scouts to be up close and personal with the foe; eyes can not be taken from a sniper's perch. This leads to a particularly high rate of death in the chapters scout company and so it is oversized to compensate.

:;Conquer your fear - the recruitment of Brother Percival
:The child trembled. He hadn't seen his mom and dad for days, and the nasty tall men with pointy ears kidnapped him. He was kept up at night by the screams of his friends, and now only he was left. He heard something in the distance. Gunfire, and more screams. He cowered further into the corner. Suddenly, the wall broke. Standing just out of the hole was... it couldn't be... a Space Marine! "What is your name, child?" he asked calmly. "P-percy, sir!" the child stuttered. "Brother Percival, from now on you live with us. Welcome to the Eyes of Mordred."

:10 years later, Initiate Percival was running for his life. The Librarians and Chaplains were hunting him down, and if they caught him he would be made into a Servitor for his failure. He remembered being told the forest bought your greatest fears to life. He sat down and hid in some bushes, and started smelling something unusual. A plant nearby was emitting spores, and everything started getting fuzzy. He remembered when he was a child. He saw the cruel Dark Eldar, how they tortured Uncle Luke to death in front of him, how he was thrown into a cell. Their cruel mocking laughter echoed through his mind, and he ran. He ran and climbed into the trees, away from them. "Conquer your fears" the Chaplain said, "and you shall pass". Percival grimaced. He jumped out of the tree and lunged at the nearest Dark Eldar. He strangled it to death and tore out it's eyes. He roared with triumph before realizing what he had done. In reality, he had killed a fellow initiate, who in his hallucinations he thought was a Dark Eldar. He got tense as he backed into a large object. Turning around, he saw the intimidating form of a chaplain. He knew what to do. He jumped at the chaplain and tore off his helmet, and starting punching his face. He however was knocked off his feet by a fist to the gut the chaplain delivered. The chaplain walked closer to him, towering over him. "By standing up and facing me, you have conquered your fear, Percival. You are now able to enter combat as a Scout."

:Initiate Percival waited. Only two more eyes to add to his collection before he became a full-fledged battle brother. However, his squad was devastated by the xeno forces. He was currently with the only other remaining squad member, Scout Sergeant Tristram, and some Devastator Marines waiting for reinforcements. A Hive Tyrant led his fellow Tyranids, charging at the remnants of the battleforce. Two hours remained until more Fifth Company troops came to assist their brothers. As he waited, he heard stomping footsteps. Peeking out from behind the cover he was hiding in, he noticed the Hive Tyrant walking towards him. The foul xeno must've heard the Marines! Quickly the Devastators set up their Heavy Bolter and shoot at the greater daemon, who responded with a blast of foul bio-plasma. Percival was knocked back, severely burnt, but his brothers weren't so lucky. He picked up the sniper rifle of Tristram. Those last two eyes had to be from something special. He jumped out of cover and jammed the sniper rifle into the roaring mouth of the Hive Tyrant, riddled with bullets but not yet dead. He pressed the trigger as fast as he could, before the Tyranid could recover from his surprise. The Hive Tyrant screamed and lunged at Percival with his scything talons, but he jumped out of the way, escaping with a scar on his face. Taking out a frag grenade, he threw it while running out of the way. After the dust settled, he examined the corpse of the Hive Tyrant and plucked out it's eyes, putting them in a vial. He quietly praised the Emperor for his luck.