Silence... It filled the room.
Silence is preferable for one, who must consecrate.
And when one can consecrate, then they can began to meditate.
All these conditions were met for Adranael, as she begins to meditate. Meditate, to hone her mind for the upcoming events. Events, that will surely contain war, and bloodshed. Events, where a warlock is needed. And she is a warlock. Having treaded the path of a warrior, and the aspect of the Banshee, Adranael has now started to walk the path of the seer. Already has she claimed her warlock helmet from the shrine, she was during the path of the warrior, yet she haven't tread on the field of battle in her new form. Although she has trained with her new powers, she has yet to put them into practice. But the time for that would soon come.
As she meditated, she would leash her feelings. Passion, hatred and courage, all she would bind to her bidding, and use them against her foes. She would turn her passion into a protective shield, and her wrath into a roiling blast of psychic energy. She could instill her courage and determination to those around her, fostering their purpose. All those things she would do on the battlefield in her role as a warlock. But for now, Adranael would meditate. Already she had done so for several hours even as the spacecraft she was in travelled through the webway to its destination.
But now the meditation comes towards it's end. She is prepared. Releasing herself from the meditation state, she breathed deep, and raised her head. A strong state of calmness has descended on Adranael, and all unease had left her. Adranael uttered a single word, and at that instant the crystals on the walls lit the previously dark room. The room's features became visible, the elaborate and beautiful wraithbone shapes adorning the walls appearing out of the shadow. In the center of the room was a table, in which front of Adranael had sit during these hours. All features in the room bear the hallmark architecture of the Eldar, Adranael's kin.
In walked another Eldar, covered in robes like Adranael, though this was a male, and old one. His robes were blue and yellow, the colour of Alaitoc, while his long black hair was tied up, while Adranael's hair were red and freely hanging. He also carried a staff, with a triangular shaped top, that had gemstones attached to it. From this staff, you could tell, that he is a farseer.
"Greetings, farseer Elthar." said Adranael, as she nodded her head, after turning to face Elthar.
"I see you're finished with your meditating process, Adranael." said the farseer in return.
"Yes, farseer. I am ready, for whatever shall come in the near future." Adranael replied.
"You're doing very well in treading the path of witch, even though you are my youngest and newest student", said Elthar, and yes, Adranael was only 270 years old and had only treaded the witch path for 25 years, while his fellow students under Elthar's tutelage, Caelorn, Ilendir and Behmanesh, are between 400 and 600 year old, and have treaded the path of witch for nearly an century each. Older still was Elthar, who have existed for nearly 1300 years.
"I am determined to show my strength, for the better of my craftworld." Adranael said, as she rose to stand, while Elthar walked deeper in to the meditation room.
"Indeed, though I do not wish for you to be lost to the path of the witch. There are still paths to tread for you." said Elthar, as he walked past Adranael.
Adranael looked down, stopping to think. Then, after a short moment, she asked: "So, it is true that even in these dark times, we have allies?"
"Yes, we certainly do." Elthar replied. "Allies are a rare thing in these times, and those that we have, should be protected."
"But what do we gain from them in return?" Adranael asked, knowing very well, that ally who doesn't give help in return, is not a good ally.
"As of the time, they are not fit to do anything on the wider galaxy. Their race had been sundered, and they're kin had to degenerate, to ensure their survival. Only their rulers now hold the prestigious form, which all their species once had." Elthar said. "That is why we protect them. So that once they're kin has once again strong, and they can play their part in this conflict."
"And what part that will be, farseer?" Adranael asked. She was curious to know.
"They once played the crucial part of keeping all the species unified, during the war of heavens, many millennia ago. Their compassion and persuading skills kept all together, against the Yngir. Unfortunately, they couldn't persuade them, but that was predictable. Now, if they can once again reach the pinnacle of their race, they could bring together most of the galaxy's races. Even the Mon-Keigh can be 'befriended' as they say." was Elthar's answer.
"The Mon-Keigh are stubborn beyond belief, and considering, that it is because of them, that we have to help our allies now, I think our allies would want to see them dead as well." Adranael said.
Elthar turned to face Adranael. "The Equestrians are forgiving by nature, and the humans aren't immune to them. But as of the time, they are unable to fend for themselves, for they're not warriors by nature. Not to worry still, we will be there, before the humans come, for there are rangers loyal to the craftworld on the planet, who will have us informed, if the humans are there before us." he said.
"But is it necessary for our host to be so large, if we're facing just a normal human expedition?" Adranael asked. It looked unnecessary for her, that so many warriors of the craftworld participated in this relief, even though much less would have been needed to deal with petty human attacks.
"This expedition is but first of the invasions to come, as my vision has told me. I'm not able to determine yet, how many such invasion will come, and how strong they are, so bringing up enough warriors to address all these threats is necessary." Elthar said, as he now walked towards the door, preparing to leave the room.
"And are our allies, aware of this? Have they've been given information?" Adranael continued satisfy her curiosity, which Elthar didn't seem to mark as a bad thing.
"The two rulers of the Equestria are old friends of mine, from millennia ago. As the most powerful of their species now, they are powerful psykers, and are fully capable of receiving psychic messages, which I have sent already to inform them. They are aware, and even now preparing for the war." was Elthar's answer. "Now, I must go to make further discussion with Autarch Yrundir about our plans. We'll see again, when our craft has arrived through the webway. Until then, be sure to be prepared."
"I shall, farseer." Adranael said, as Elthar walked out of the room. Adranael stand in the room for a moment, thinking about the conversation. Are these equestrians really peaceful by nature, an attribute that is extremely rare in the galaxy? And how would they really be of any help to the Eldar in these times? Where would one even need friendship, if the galaxy's full of hostile powers, only interested in seeing you dead? The Adranael shook her head, and headed out of the meditation room.
They would arrive soon.