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The Cursed Moons of Shaa-Dome

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	The red moon of Eldanesh was rededicated to Khorne, though in practice it is Arrotyr's, and he doesn't use it as much as his officers do. The Old Helm's main presence on Shaa-Dome is in the form of the marshal's massive fleet in orbit and moored at this moon, and upon the portions of Shaa-Dome's outer surface that Arrotyr claims as his conquests at any given moment. His manse on the mid-levels of Shaa-Dome which he rarely uses was the estate of his house prior to the Fall/Ascension. The moon itself is more of a giant shipyard/fortress/armory to supply his constant squabbles with the Slaaneshis of Shaa-Dome's interior.		The red moon of Eldanesh was rededicated to Khorne, though in practice it is Arrotyr's, and he doesn't use it as much as his officers do. The Old Helm's main presence on Shaa-Dome is in the form of the marshal's massive fleet in orbit and moored at this moon, and upon the portions of Shaa-Dome's outer surface that Arrotyr claims as his conquests at any given moment. His manse on the mid-levels of Shaa-Dome which he rarely uses was the estate of his house prior to the Fall/Ascension. The moon itself is more of a giant shipyard/fortress/armory to supply his constant squabbles with the Slaaneshis of Shaa-Dome's interior.

	The green moon of Kurnous was rededicated to Nurgle. As one might expect from anything Nurglite, it went from "not bad" to "festering fungal fleshscape" real quick. The air has a mild anasthetic quality to it so the longer you are there the less things hurt. It isn't healing you as such but you could be mistaken for thinking it is. Every surface is variations on sticky, slimy or damp and if you have any open cut on you it will soon be infected. Even if you don't it get's in via any orifice ~~but takes a little longer~~.		The green moon of Kurnous was rededicated to Nurgle. As one might expect from anything Nurglite, it went from "not bad" to "festering fungal fleshscape" real quick. The air has a mild anasthetic quality to it so the longer you are there the less things hurt. It isn't healing you as such but you could be mistaken for thinking it is. Every surface is variations on sticky, slimy or damp and if you have any open cut on you it will soon be infected. Even if you don't it will get in via any orifice soon enough.

	Assuming you die you get absorbed into the living walls or floor. Or if you fall asleep for more than a few days due to fever. If you get absorbed whilst still alive you will die at some point. Sort of. Loose cohesion and coherent function would probably be a more accurate way of describing it as your bits and pieces are broken down and moved around and digested. Brain is usually the first thing to start to be broken down, the moon doesn't need additional thinking time. Sometimes one is preserved and put to use. There is some evidence that consciousness is regrettably preserved.		Assuming you die you get absorbed into the living walls or floor. Or if you fall asleep for more than a few days due to fever. If you get absorbed whilst still alive you will die at some point. Sort of. Loose cohesion and coherent function would probably be a more accurate way of describing it as your bits and pieces are broken down and moved around and digested. Brain is usually the first thing to start to be broken down, the moon doesn't need additional thinking time. Sometimes one is preserved and put to use. There is some evidence that consciousness is regrettably preserved.

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The Crone World Eldar

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	= The Crone World Eldar =		= The Crone World Eldar =

	''"The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the [[Old Ones\|Great Old Ones]]; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom"''		''"The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the [[Old Ones\|Great Old Ones]]; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom"''<br>
	-- H.P. Lovecraft		-- H.P. Lovecraft

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The Crone World Eldar

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	= The Crone World Eldar =		= The Crone World Eldar =

			''"The time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the [[Old Ones\|Great Old Ones]]; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. Then the liberated Old Ones would teach them new ways to shout and kill and revel and enjoy themselves, and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom"''
			-- H.P. Lovecraft

	''“Although most races in the galaxy have failed to reach the level of spiritual purity of Orks, some of the closest are the Crone World Eldar. And the reason for this is simple: purpose. Much of life is driven by a search for purpose, to find meaning in why we exist. For the Crone Eldar, this question is already answered. They exist to spread the will of their dark gods, whether by word or by sword, and all other needs are secondary. An individual Croneworlder may have their own wants and dreams, their own loves and losses, but ultimately it is this purpose that drive them forward even in their darkest times. Although I find myself abhoring their beliefs and goals, I admire them in their simplicity and purity of purpose.”''<br>		''“Although most races in the galaxy have failed to reach the level of spiritual purity of Orks, some of the closest are the Crone World Eldar. And the reason for this is simple: purpose. Much of life is driven by a search for purpose, to find meaning in why we exist. For the Crone Eldar, this question is already answered. They exist to spread the will of their dark gods, whether by word or by sword, and all other needs are secondary. An individual Croneworlder may have their own wants and dreams, their own loves and losses, but ultimately it is this purpose that drive them forward even in their darkest times. Although I find myself abhoring their beliefs and goals, I admire them in their simplicity and purity of purpose.”''<br>

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Chosen Taskmaster of Slaanesh

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	=== Chosen Taskmaster of Slaanesh ===		=== Chosen Taskmaster of Slaanesh ===
			By all accounts, a terror. The exacting, incomparable mind to which the Prince of Pleasure turns to plan the endless celebrations, projects, and adventures of the vast Slaaneshi cult, vested with all the godly power required for the whip hand of Shaa-Dome to manage his master's empire while the resplendent prince reclines. Though his youthful patron is the least of the Ruinous Powers, Iygonesh Orvas is the greatest of the four Crone champions, with access to more of his master's overwhelming power to twist reality and the warp than any of his rivals (with the possible exception for the Indigo Crow). Slaanesh has so empowered his servant specifically so that the former no-name courtier and cousin of the Eldar Royalty can serve as the executor of his god's will in the Eye and the wider galaxy, utterly exceeding the capacities of the servants of his patron's rivals even as the other dark Gods leave their vaster powers pent up in the deep warp. In this arrangement, the Taskmaster administrates a vast empire of Crones within the Eye so dominant that the other gods find far less foothold, providing a massive counterbalance of military and political power against the mystical force of Slaanesh's elders. In dominance of Crone culture Slaanesh builds spiritual power to further contest the other gods, and also take a more central position in the minds of the Imperium as foremost ruinous power, using both the Crones and the Imperium as vast psychic engines to grow its legend. This youthful vigor and care for the material galaxy, however perverse its expression, is the basis of the Taskmasters mission from Slaanesh, to see the Princedom of Pleasure extended over the galaxy so that all Materium might recognize Slaanesh as the Highest Being and make it so.

	=== The Indigo Crow ===		=== The Indigo Crow ===

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Arrotyr, Marshall of the Scions of the Old Helm

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	Arrotyr was no less an impressive warrior than Syndor. Indeed, the only reason Arrotyr’s accomplishments were not as impressive as his forefather’s is that he never had a pan-galactic war on the scale of the War in Heaven to fight in. Arrotyr even bore a strong resemblance to his ancestor, with some whispering that he was really Syndor reborn once again. However, Arrotyr’s record was far from spotless, possibly exacerbated due to living in the last days of the Eldar Empire. Arrotyr was well known for his military acumen, but he was also well-known for being ruthless. While many Eldar in those days preferred to sneer at the more primitive races of the galaxy from the safety of the Crone Worlds, Arrotyr actually went so far as to argue hunting down any species that might one day rise to equal the Eldar in power, and his battle plans had a disturbing tendency to devolve into “kill them all and let Khaine sort them out”.		Arrotyr was no less an impressive warrior than Syndor. Indeed, the only reason Arrotyr’s accomplishments were not as impressive as his forefather’s is that he never had a pan-galactic war on the scale of the War in Heaven to fight in. Arrotyr even bore a strong resemblance to his ancestor, with some whispering that he was really Syndor reborn once again. However, Arrotyr’s record was far from spotless, possibly exacerbated due to living in the last days of the Eldar Empire. Arrotyr was well known for his military acumen, but he was also well-known for being ruthless. While many Eldar in those days preferred to sneer at the more primitive races of the galaxy from the safety of the Crone Worlds, Arrotyr actually went so far as to argue hunting down any species that might one day rise to equal the Eldar in power, and his battle plans had a disturbing tendency to devolve into “kill them all and let Khaine sort them out”.

	Nevertheless, Arrotyr truly cared about the wellbeing of the eldar people. When the great carnal hedonism of the eldar race began and the pleasure cults sprung up in their wake Arrotyr remembered the words of his ancestor, and realized that this was the disaster Syndor had spoke of. Arrotyr would not let his kin be subjected to this fate, but when he tried to stop them, warning them that it would lead to the fall of their race, the eldar would not listen. Arrotyr and his warriors were shunned by their kin, cast out for their attempts to save them. Arrotyr felt his love for his kind wither, he had tried to save them but they had rejected him, traitor they had called him, a fool that could not rejoice the golden age the eldar race had been graced. But it would not stop Arrotyr, he would not stop to try and save his kind. But as the ages flowed by, his finesse withered and his blood lust grew, his attempts to sway his kind become more aggressive and the vision of fire had soon consumed his sight. His belief in Khaine had been weakened, no god of his would let such horrendous actions be allowed, and when the eldar began to see their wrongs and they felt the birth of a new god to be present, they called upon Arrotyr to return and help save them from their fate.		Nevertheless, Arrotyr truly cared about the wellbeing of the eldar people. When the great carnal hedonism of the eldar race began and the pleasure cults sprung up in their wake Arrotyr remembered the words of his ancestor, and realized that this was the disaster Syndor had spoke of. Arrotyr would not let his kin be subjected to this fate, but when he tried to stop them, warning them that it would lead to the fall of their race the eldar would not listen, none keen on moralizing form the most blood soaked of their number. Arrotyr and his warriors were shunned by their kin, cast out for their attempts to save them. Arrotyr felt his love for his kind wither, he had tried to save them but they had rejected him, traitor they had called him, a fool that could not rejoice the golden age the eldar race had been graced. But it would not stop Arrotyr, he would not stop to try and save his kind. But as the ages flowed by, his finesse withered and his blood lust grew, his attempts to sway his kind become more aggressive and the vision of fire had soon consumed his sight. His belief in Khaine had been weakened, no god of his would let such horrendous actions be allowed, and when the eldar began to see their wrongs and they felt the birth of a new god to be present, they called upon Arrotyr to return and help save them from their fate.

	He concluded that there was only one being who could be responsible for the moral degredation of the eldar, the goddess of sex and fertility, Isha. Although many in the Eldar Empire knew the truth behind of the birth of Slaanesh, Arrotyr did not, and so saw Isha as the only “logical” culprit. Arrotyr returned to his race, but he now knew that saving them from this fate could only be done in one way. The Eldar Empire was now little more than an uncontrollable wildfire, and the only way to stop a fire is to smother it. When he returned to the Crone Worlds he began his race salvation, and as thousands of ships filled with eldar desperate to escape from the soul consuming infant of a new god, Arrotyr’s fleet began to fire at the fleeing vessels, he ordered his warrior to make landfall and to slay all eldar in sight. Arrotyr knew the only way to ensure the survival of his race would be to destroy the problem from the base. He made landfall to Shaa-Dome, and headed straight to the largest temple devoted to Isha on the planet. He intended to get rid of their gods who had done nothing to save them, starting by silencing the priestesses of the one who had caused this mess in the first place. As he neared the temple of Isha’s priesthood, he heard a whisper in his head, one who spoke of great favour for warriors and as he slew those who once had ridiculed him the voice grew louder. By the time he stood at the center of Isha’s temple, Arrotyr stood knee deep in the bodies of his kin, covered in blood and a screaming voice inside his head, calling for blood, and blood it would have. The fire had consumed his sight when he leapt into the chamber killing his way through those faithful to the goddess. As he and his men cleaved through the priestesses and acolytes Arrotyr realized that his actions would not bring him the goddess’ head, so Arrotyr ordered his men to continue the slaughter, if the birth of the new god was unstoppable they would at least leave nothing for it to consume. It was at the peak of this slaughter that the voice told Arrotyr his feats and granted him and his scions his blessing. The fire in Arrotyr’s eyes spew out, charring hundreds of eldar and then the fire consumed his body, soon he was a walking inferno, the gift spread, The scions of the broken helm had turned into living fires, turning all around them to ash. Arrotyr’s slaughter had turned from salvation to punishment. As Slaanesh was born and the eye was opened Arrotyr and his scions had left the crone worlds to their fate and instead left to bring those who had escaped to justice.		He concluded that there was only one being who could be responsible for the moral degredation of the eldar, the goddess of sex and fertility, Isha. Although many in the Eldar Empire knew the truth behind of the birth of Slaanesh, Arrotyr did not, and so saw Isha as the only “logical” culprit. Arrotyr returned to his race, but he now knew that saving them from this fate could only be done in one way. The Eldar Empire was now little more than an uncontrollable wildfire, and the only way to stop a fire is to smother it. When he returned to the Crone Worlds he began his race salvation, and as thousands of ships filled with eldar desperate to escape from the soul consuming infant of a new god, Arrotyr’s fleet began to fire at the fleeing vessels, he ordered his warrior to make landfall and to slay all eldar in sight. Arrotyr knew the only way to ensure the survival of his race would be to destroy the problem from the base. He made landfall to Shaa-Dome, and headed straight to the largest temple devoted to Isha on the planet. He intended to get rid of their gods who had done nothing to save them, starting by silencing the priestesses of the one who had caused this mess in the first place. As he neared the temple of Isha’s priesthood, he heard a whisper in his head, one who spoke of great favour for warriors and as he slew those who once had ridiculed him the voice grew louder. By the time he stood at the center of Isha’s temple, Arrotyr stood knee deep in the bodies of his kin, covered in blood and a screaming voice inside his head, calling for blood, and blood it would have. The fire had consumed his sight when he leapt into the chamber killing his way through those faithful to the goddess. As he and his men cleaved through the priestesses and acolytes Arrotyr realized that his actions would not bring him the goddess’ head, so Arrotyr ordered his men to continue the slaughter, if the birth of the new god was unstoppable they would at least leave nothing for it to consume. It was at the peak of this slaughter that the voice told Arrotyr his feats and granted him and his scions his blessing. The fire in Arrotyr’s eyes spew out, charring hundreds of eldar and then the fire consumed his body, soon he was a walking inferno, the gift spread, The scions of the broken helm had turned into living fires, turning all around them to ash. Arrotyr’s slaughter had turned from salvation to punishment. As Slaanesh was born and the eye was opened Arrotyr and his scions had left the crone worlds to their fate and instead left to bring those who had escaped to justice.

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	- Arrotyr, the Lord of Fire, Marshall of the Scions of the Broken Helm, before breaking off form the 5th Black Crusade		- Arrotyr, the Lord of Fire, Marshall of the Scions of the Broken Helm, before breaking off form the 5th Black Crusade

	Arrotyr came from one most prestigious military families of the Old Eldar Empire’s, one which dated all the way back to the War in Heaven. Indeed, it is only because of his lineage’s accomplishments that it is possible to trace Arrotyr’s genealogy that far back at all. Arrotyr’s ancestor Syndor was once one of the greatest warriors the Eldar Empire ever had. Syndor’s martial prowess and leadership was legendary, having gone so far as to have been one of the commanders present at the battle where Kaelis Ra, the Nightbringer, was finally struck down by Khaine. He was one of the few eldar warriors that had earned the respect of the necrontyr, it was even said that the Silent King himself had wished to meet the legendary warrior on the battlefield. He even gained a nemesis in the necrontyr, Imotekh the Stormlord, who Syndor defeated and spared. Such was ~~Arrotyr’s~~ prestige, ~~he and~~ his soldiers were ~~undefeatable~~ in battle~~, with them Arrotyr~~ lead the eldar race to victory ~~and ushered~~ the ~~eldar empire into its~~ golden age.		Arrotyr came from one most prestigious military families of the Old Eldar Empire’s, one which dated all the way back to the War in Heaven. Indeed, it is only because of his lineage’s accomplishments that it is possible to trace Arrotyr’s genealogy that far back at all. Arrotyr’s ancestor Syndor was once one of the greatest warriors the Eldar Empire ever had. Syndor’s martial prowess and leadership was legendary, having gone so far as to have been one of the commanders present at the battle where Kaelis Ra, the Nightbringer, was finally struck down by Khaine. He was one of the few eldar warriors that had earned the respect of the necrontyr, it was even said that the Silent King himself had wished to meet the legendary warrior on the battlefield. He even gained a nemesis in the necrontyr, Imotekh the Stormlord, who Syndor defeated and spared. Such was Syndor's prestige, his soldiers were undefeated in battle and and at his command they lead the eldar race to victory after victory in the golden age of the Eldar Empire.

	However, eventually Syndor grew tired of life, and after five cycles of reincarnation Syndor finally decided to retire from this world. It is unclear whether Syndor truly experienced his final death, or if he merely reincarnated again but desired to start completely anew. However, before he died, Syndor gave his descendants one final piece of information. For when the Nightbringer was destroyed by Khaine and the aspect of the reaper was felt by all living beings, Syndor had a vision, a vision of a great burning eye opening, a fire that would consume the eldar race and afterwards only ash would remain.		However, eventually Syndor grew tired of life, and after five cycles of reincarnation Syndor finally decided to retire from this world. It is unclear whether Syndor truly experienced his final death, or if he merely reincarnated again but desired to start completely anew. However, before he died, Syndor gave his descendants one final piece of information. For when the Nightbringer was destroyed by Khaine and the aspect of the reaper was felt by all living beings, Syndor had a vision, a vision of a great burning eye opening, a fire that would consume the eldar race, and afterwards only ash would remain.

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Arrotyr, Marshall of the Scions of the Old Helm

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	''“Your foolishness is what has lead us to this fate farseer, now you will suffer by the servants of the true god of war”''<br>		''“Your foolishness is what has lead us to this fate farseer, now you will suffer by the servants of the true god of war”''<br>
	- Arrotyr, the Lord of Fire, Marshall of the Scions of the Broken Helm		- Arrotyr, the Lord of Fire, Marshall of the Scions of the Broken Helm, before breaking off form the 5th Black Crusade

	Arrotyr came from one most prestigious military families of the Old Eldar Empire’s, one which dated all the way back to the War in Heaven. Indeed, it is only because of his lineage’s accomplishments that it is possible to trace Arrotyr’s genealogy that far back at all. Arrotyr’s ancestor Syndor was once one of the greatest warriors the Eldar Empire ever had. Syndor’s martial prowess and leadership was legendary, having gone so far as to have been one of the commanders present at the battle where Kaelis Ra, the Nightbringer, was finally struck down by Khaine. He was one of the few eldar warriors that had earned the respect of the necrontyr, it was even said that the Silent King himself had wished to meet the legendary warrior on the battlefield. He even gained a nemesis in the necrontyr, Imotekh the Stormlord, who Syndor defeated and spared. Such was Arrotyr’s prestige, he and his soldiers were undefeatable in battle, with them Arrotyr lead the eldar race to victory and ushered the eldar empire into its golden age.		Arrotyr came from one most prestigious military families of the Old Eldar Empire’s, one which dated all the way back to the War in Heaven. Indeed, it is only because of his lineage’s accomplishments that it is possible to trace Arrotyr’s genealogy that far back at all. Arrotyr’s ancestor Syndor was once one of the greatest warriors the Eldar Empire ever had. Syndor’s martial prowess and leadership was legendary, having gone so far as to have been one of the commanders present at the battle where Kaelis Ra, the Nightbringer, was finally struck down by Khaine. He was one of the few eldar warriors that had earned the respect of the necrontyr, it was even said that the Silent King himself had wished to meet the legendary warrior on the battlefield. He even gained a nemesis in the necrontyr, Imotekh the Stormlord, who Syndor defeated and spared. Such was Arrotyr’s prestige, he and his soldiers were undefeatable in battle, with them Arrotyr lead the eldar race to victory and ushered the eldar empire into its golden age.

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Scions of the Old Helm

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	=== Scions of the Old Helm ===		=== Scions of the Old Helm ===

	Khorne's elite military cult of pre-fall Eldar warriors and guardians turned to him in ~~its~~ wake. They earned their place in his favor when in the fall he watched them turn their ships inward to the great debauchery and slaughter their kin as ~~the~~ writhed together in the filth of Slaanesh, cut down mad sorcerous seers as they exalted the ever changing glory of the expanding eye, and harried ~~and hounded~~ the clinging sycophants all about Isha as Nurgle dragged her down into the garden. They warred through the Shaa-~~dome~~'s upper surfaces, brought continent shattering climax to the mounting hells on the empire's worlds as ~~the~~ washed in immaterial miasma, and shredded the webway within the Eye, spilling pocket universal redoubs into the eye's cloying nebula. He granted them his mark and blessing, and in time since they have proven their worthiness of his esteem as terrors among even the ~~worst~~ heavies of Chaos. The forces of this ancient military cult have made particular efforts to drag the remains of Khaine into Khorne's domain, ~~but~~ their legacy of horrific, bloody war has been felt in every corner of the Galaxy. The Scions of the Old Helm are led by [[Nobledark_Imperium_Forces_of_Chaos#Arrotyr.2C_Marshall_of_the_Scions_of_the_Old_Helm\|Arrotyr]], once a hero of the Old Eldar Empire turned into a madman and ~~a lunatic~~ by the chaos of the Fall and his veneration of the Blood God.		Khorne's elite military cult of pre-fall Eldar warriors and guardians that turned to him in the violent wake of Slaanesh's birth. They earned their place in his favor when in the fall he watched them turn their ships inward to the great debauchery and slaughter their kin as they writhed together in the filth of Slaanesh, cut down mad sorcerous seers as they exalted the ever changing Tzeentchian glory of the expanding eye, and harried the clinging sycophants all about Isha as Nurgle dragged her down into the garden. They warred gloriously through the Shaa-Dome's upper surfaces, brought continent shattering climax to the mounting hells on the empire's scattered worlds as they washed in immaterial miasma, and shredded the webway within the Eye, spilling pocket universal redoubs into the eye's cloying nebula. He granted them his mark and blessing, and in time since they have proven their worthiness of his esteem as terrors among even the heavies of Chaos. The forces of this ancient military cult have made particular efforts to drag the remains of Khaine into Khorne's domain, and their legacy of horrific, bloody war has been felt in every corner of the Galaxy. The Scions of the Old Helm are led by [[Nobledark_Imperium_Forces_of_Chaos#Arrotyr.2C_Marshall_of_the_Scions_of_the_Old_Helm\|Arrotyr]], once a hero of the Old Eldar Empire turned into a madman and fanatic even by Crone standards in the chaos of the Fall and his veneration of the Blood God.

	=== The Puppets ===		=== The Puppets ===