"Yvraine"

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LEGO Убежище Иннари

Верховного Видящего искусственного мира Эрмиарис изгнала его же собственная ученица. Спасение планеты-улья Империума Человечества ценой эльдарских жизней повлекло за собой последствия. Видящему пришлось бежать на дальнюю, забытую, бесплодную планету, и там он возвёл белую башню из призрачной кости, где жил в затворничестве. Двести терранских лет спустя маг случайно узнал о рождении Иннари, нового культа бога смерти Иннеада, который принёс новую надежду разрозненным эльдарским племенам, пообещав покончить с Хаосом раз и навсегда. И Видящий воспрянул духом и понял, что его война ещё не окончена. Он собрал единомышленников из родного искусственного мира и других мест, и они превратили его обитель в базу небольшого отряда, сражающегося на стороне Иннари.

Хаоситы узнали о местоположении базы и напали на неё. На помощь защитникам пришли Иврайна и Визарх:

Автарх на джетбайке:

Джетбайк Друкхари:

Портал в Паутину:

Храм Душ и оборонительная платформа с искажающей пушкой:

База изнутри:

Стеклянный пол в вестибюле:

Комната Видящего и клубящийся под куполом Вихрь Душ:

Greyfax, St Celestine, and Yvraine waiting for rain to stop

Commissar and hospitaller dinner date

Commissar smiling

Hospitaller helping Techpriest with computer stuff

Boy sleeping with pet bloodhound

Iron Snake and snake charmer

Necron reminding their pet Scarab again to do their business outside

Old guardsman smoking pipe

Sister Isabelle

Techpriest with megaman buster

Wholesome Daemonette baking with boy

One Punch Man scene with Guiliman and Abaddon

Rogue Trader Kazuma

Sister Miku

Sister Miku motivating a guardsman

Sister Miku surfing on a leek

Sister Miku swinging a giant leek at a heretic

Useless Living Saint Aqua

Ork Santa in red and going around really fast

Rockem sockem space marines

Sister Agnoris receiving fuel reservoir as birthday gift

Sister of Battle carrying molotov cocktail.

Small Sister and Small daemonette in a tussle

Space marine can't fit hand in pringles can.

Space marine figuring out a hockey stick

Space marine grocery shopping

Space marine on a kiddie ride

Space marine staying hydrated

Space marine using gretchin as a soccer ball.

St Celestine glaring at Yvraine

St Celestine reading Emperor doujin

Techmarine holding a bolt near a rhino

Techpriest dabbing along with his mechadendrite

Commissork

Angry maid sister

Argel Tal and Cyrene

Assault marine forgot his jump pack so he have to run to keep up.

Callidus assassin brushing her hair

Carnifex and necron ballroom dancing

Chaos marine trying to scare a space wolf with a vacuum cleaner.

Ciaphas Cain doing Ciaphas Cain thing

Commissar dabbing on a guardsman

Crying chibi SoB

Sly Marbo eating a sandwhich

St Celestine and Inquisitor Greyfax drinking smoothie.

Swole techpriest saido chesto

Techpriest about to pop a paper bag on a sleeping Necron

TF2 Scout Marine

Tyranid in shoujo

Ultramarine with Smurf hat

Visarch stalking Yvraine

Yamcha death pose ork

Yandere St Celestine

Young Jaghatai with a tricycle.

Konosuba Wiz as Eldar Farseer

Konosuba Yunyun as Navigator

Girls Frontline SOPMOD as Skitarii

Inquisitor Nick Fury

Tyranid Jar Jar Binks

Tau practicing Tau Chi

Ork chef cooking gourmet meal

Magnus first day of school

Kids letting it rip with baneblade.

Googly eye Magnus

Guardsman defeating a daemon prince with one punch

Injured Guardsman receiving flower from a civilian

Imperial Knight vs Knight

Guiliman and Yvraine sharing a smoothie while Greyfax and Celestine look on in disgust

Guardsman uppercutting Chaos Marine

Corvus Corax nose diving towards a chaos worshipper cyclist

Culexus upset that he doesn't have any friends

Daemonette losing to a bloodletter at rock paper scissors

Dark Eldar Juri

Disguised Eldar buying Emperor doujin

Dreadnought playing basketball

She had fought alongside Eldrad in battles and debated his cause in counselling Chambers across the galaxy, but never before had she been welcomed into his sanctum. The Opener of the Seventh Way hated the feeling that she was privileged in some way, that this act was a recognition of her status and importance. Even so, she could not help but feel she had been allowed to look upon something few others could, so she took the opportunity to examine her surroundings in some detail, memorising every piece of furniture and ornament, every artwork, in the hopes of deciphering meaning from them later.  

The farseer’s tastes were eclectic – if one was too polite to say random, gauche and prolific. At least, such was Yvraine’s initial thought as she sat on a long couch, the trail of her immaculately tailored Commorraghan court dress heaped around her. She was reminded of the throne rooms of archons that had tried to woo her – romantically and politically – laden with trophies of conquests and subjugations, declarations of power and prestige.  

Except that Eldrad barely glanced at them. And his displays, such as they were, had been confined to a set of three chambers that would barely qualify as an archon’s cloakroom. In fact, it was the lack of space, except for the high-vaulted ceilings customary in aeldari architecture, that reinforced the meandering, unkempt nature of the collection.  

‘It is just…’ began Eldrad, sensing Yvraine’s thoughts as her eyes roamed the room. He searched for a suitable aeldari word and found nothing that quite fitted and so settled for one of the few perfect human words instead. ‘Stuff.’

Yvraine realised immediately what he meant. These were not heirlooms or trophies, treasured possessions or valued research materials. They were cultural accretions. The accumulation of a life that had spanned five generations of his people. They had been placed with no consideration at all, simply fitted into whatever space had seemed right at the time, and never given a second thought.  

He had not even spared them the mental effort of how to discard them.   

She stood and gracefully paced to the adjoining chamber for a better view, her long gown sweeping across the red floor tiles. Alorynis looked up from his position on the back of a couch, one eye open, and then settled again, uninterested in her exploration.   

The room beyond the archway was almost full with miscellany from a hundred different cultures across a dozen races. Most of it was piled like the spoil heap of a museum, the effluvia of fashions, trends, fads and philosophies as old as Ulthwé itself.  

‘Why?’ She did not turn as she asked the question. ‘What is the point of having so much…stuff?’  

‘Badges of allegiance. Patronage of artists. Objects of psychic​ significance I used to trace the fates. Bequeathed artefacts. Ambassadorial bribes. Grave goods. The gifts of suitors. Items absent-mindedly left by visitors. Borrowed objects, equally forgotten.’ The farseer shrugged, his heavy robes barely moving with the gesture. Yvraine caught a tiny flutter of pain, of ancient aching in the body and soul, attuned to his mood and thoughts through their mutual contact with Ynnead. ‘I have another tower, a dozen rooms filled with such detritus of my long life.’

‘I forget how old you are,’ said Yvraine. She sat down again, flicking open her fan in the manner of a kabalite courtier. She regarded the seer over the serrated edge, her smirk hidden. ‘How very old you are.’  

‘Old enough to know better than trade quips with the likes of you,’ replied Eldrad, humour in his voice.

 [Excerpt | Rise of the Ynnari:Ghost Warrior]