Platypus of Truth

 

   

  Howling Banshee and Dark Rider. 

 

 

   

  Or Cyberpunk, si vous prefere.

  Hurin Thalion.

  Aeldar.

  Everyone's favorite part. 

  I don't know if our heroes will ever have a life outside the sketches and flavor texts on this blog.

  Archon. The body refreshed and maintained with stolen souls. 

  What is an Aeldari? Is it a space elf? Is it something a little closer to Ridley Scott's Engineers? The original 80s Eldar were certainly Geiger-esque in the accompanying art. In the texts too. So great were the souls of the Ancient Aeldari, that they birthed from the madness of their decadence their own Doom: Slannesh, the Devouorer. The Drukhari fled Him into a maze of warp tunnels and pocket dimensions were the remnant kept the dark old ways in fear. The Aeldari chose a different path. Boarding vast arks, they set out into space practicing a rigid discipline. For if the fall of the Eldar had birthed their Doom, what might come from their reclamation? Thus was born Yinnari, god of the dead, the hope of the Aeldari.

  Pas a deux

 

 La parvenue et un pas de deux. Ballerinas make great Drukhari. Somehow, I can't just draw from references without imagining a story. I always preferred playing Aeldari, but exploring the darkness they came out of reminds me of just how rich the Warhammer 40k world has become over the past 40 years. I have no idea how to play or paint the Drukhari, but these soul pirates make a fascinating backdrop for their noble younger cousins.  "And ye shall be as gods, making good and evil."  "Bright the hawk's flight against the empty sky."

  Lamia steals a soul.