Utter terror gripped T’riss as she stumbled, tumbling through the darkness. All around her, the sinister laughter of a being beyond mortal comprehension permeated the void, and her soul. “Teach your little pet whatever tricks you like. You’ll be mine soon enough…”

Adeon was woken by a bloodcurdling scream, causing him to jolt upright and nearly charge into T’riss room. On arrival, he came to find her writhing about, clutching her skull and coated in a layer of cold sweat. Wasting no time, he practically dove to her bedside, shouting as he did, “Ma’am! T’riss!” The later left his mouth almost as an afterthought, even though she had made it perfectly clear weeks ago that it was how she preferred to be addressed. Regardless, it would be this that finally caused her eyes to snap open. Finally aware of her surroundings, T’riss slowly ceased her spasms and screams, coming to rest on her side. Her field of vision was consumed by the face of Adeon, his brows furrowed and his eyes darting across her face. All she could do to respond was to cry, while holding her trembling body.

>>26451116

Of no surprise, T’riss was absent from breakfast that morning, leaving Adeon to dine by himself in silence. It was the third such night-terror she’d experienced in the four months since her arrival, and each one was becoming worse and worse. T’riss might have thought she was doing a good job of hiding the strain on her face in the days that followed them, but Adeon knew something was amiss. Whatever caused a saint like her to scream like that couldn’t be something he could help with, though, leaving him with a sinking feeling of helplessness. He almost didn’t realize that he’d brought the same piece of grox bacon to has mouth three times. Taking note of this, Adeon scowled, tossing the food onto the plate and standing. After bundling up, he stormed outside into the snow, door slamming behind him.

The sharp thud sent a pang of guilt across T’riss’ heart, which was further amplified when she caught sight of the primate striding through the drifts below. She hadn’t slept since the nightmare, only faking sleep so as to allow Adeon to get some of his own. “The mon’keigh practically worships you,” she half-mused, still leaning against the windowsill, “yet here you are actually caring about his foolish reactions.” It was true that, ever since she had started teaching him to read and write his own primitive language, his behavior had begun changing. An added spring in his step, a constant stupid grin, all because she simply graced him with the time of day. It wasn’t anywhere near the same as training new kablites, but it still brought her a certain sense of…satisfaction to see her pupil progress.

>>26451125

Sighing, T’riss pushed this train of thought away, eyes straying from the snow-covered plains outside to the nightstand where her crumpled note resided. She hadn’t moved it since making it months ago, choosing to keep it around as a constant reminder of her situation. Outcast, betrayer, probably assumed dead at her former-Sybarite’s sword. All because of her weakness: she had a heart. It went against everything she had been told since being removed from her tube. Dark Eldar did not need compassion, let alone anything resembling morals. They simply got in the way of doing what was necessary to survive, to avoid the pull of the being that had been haunting her sleep as of late.

It had been close to eight months since her last feeding - the longest gap since her first, seven years ago. Though it was never easy for her to do what was required for her meals, she always found a way to stomach the dread that usually followed for weeks afterwards. Now that she was in a place where obtaining such substance was impossible, T’riss found herself questioning the entire concept as the now-familiar, constant discomfort panged from behind her temples. Did her people really need to go to such lengths to resist eternal damnation? She certainly never had any problems before her first feeding, and it always did seem that the older of her kin needed near-daily intake. This line of thought confused and worried T’riss. She had heard tales of how horrible and ruthless species like the mon’keighs were, and that her kind simply did what it had to to survive. Given her time on this planet, though, she couldn’t help but wonder, “What if *we* are the cruel ones?”

>>26451131

The pungent smell of grox dung assaulted Adeon’s nose as he entered their stables to check on his stock. There was little else to do in the winter months but clean the stables, and even then the servitors handled the majority of the work. Mainly, his days as of late simply involved making sure things were running as they should, and that none of the grox had keeled over during the night. Only once a week did he actually have to exert himself to scour that which the servitors missed, and sadly today was not one of them. This left Adeon with naught else to do but begin walking back to the house, a fresh coat of snow beginning to pile up as the overcast skies unleashed their burdens.

“Maybe I should tell someone about her,” Adeon grumbled to himself, not finding this idea to his liking. “After all, a saint like her don’t belong in a place like this, with a simple man like me. I’m just makin’ her miserable.” It was true, T’riss rarely did communicate her feelings, outside of the evening episodes. Even during his lessons, just getting a small smirk from her would often be reward enough to get him to push himself harder. He didn’t mind, of course, since he had no right being even able to look at such a being of grace and beauty. Still, Adeon just wished he could do more than struggle through the collective works of Shakespeare. It wasn’t until he stumbled and fell into a particularly deep snow drift that an idea suddenly came to mind.

>>26451141

“You’re going to have to tell him, and soon too. Else the mon’keigh is just going to be resentful of you even longer. Except, the moment you reveal *what* you are, you know full well what he might do. Are you really prepared to deal with that?” T’riss’ inner monologue was interrupted then by a snowball impacting the window. Blinking with confusion, almost wondering if she had imagined it, another scattered across the glass pane before she was able to discern the source. Down below, Adeon was beckoning, as if for her to join him outside. She returned thes motions by tilting her head to the right, which seemed to be enough for him.

As Adeon wandered off to the nearby apple tree, T’riss sighed, pushing away from her spot near the window and looking about her room. Adeon had brought her a trunk of clothing to use back when she was still healing, of which now rested at the foot of her bed. Most of it fit surprisingly well, given a few modifications to the inseam. Even so, she had never been outside the house since her arrival. Her host had told her that the nearest human was some 140 kilometers away, but that did little to overcome her fear of being killed for being what the mon’keighs called “a xenos.” Plus, the sunlight was rather harsh on her pale skin, even indoors. Still, as she slowly rummaged through the trunk, it couldn’t hurt to see what Adeon wanted. It was better than staying here, confused and alone, even if he did try her patience at times.

>>26451150

It wasn’t until the wet powder began sliding down his neckline that Adeon realized that T’riss had joined him. Turning, ready with a snowball of his own, he looked about, finding no trace of her. As he raised an eyebrow, another projectile hit him square in the face, catching him off-guard and knocking him onto his back. Before he even had the chance to get up, T’riss was standing over him, offering out a gloved hand and a smile.

Time seemed to freeze as the pair stared at one another, the snowfall whirling about them silently. Anyone looking at the scene would first only notice Adeon, in his brown furs, lying on his back. Only when staring very carefully would anyone even be able to notice T’riss. Between her white furs, pale skin, silver hair, and the powder blowing about, she blended in like a natural arctic predator. The moment passed as Adeon took the outstretched hand, T’riss pulling him upright and brushing him off. “Sorry,” she said, “but you are dealing with a warrior here. You have to be more aware if you challenge her to a duel.” Following this up with a wink, she stepped back, motioning at the area around them before clasping her hands behind her back. “So, what did you really want?”

(S'all I got for now. Will eat and resume later)

>>26451157

“Well..I uh…” Adeon began to say, falling over his words, “you look…nice ma’am. I mean T’riss.” The returned head tilt and raised eyebrow sent his eyes casting about frantically. He hadn’t actually expect her to join him outside, as she seemed content to remain inside, reading. Yet, here she was, and he was without any sort of plan. Well, that was a half-truth. He did have one, but it was rather childish.

“I…thought you might be likin’ to help me build a snowmarine.” The eyebrow exaggerated, her eyes narrowing slightly, “A…snow…what?” “Ya know, a Snowmarine! Here, help me roll this.”
Dropping to one knee, Adeon quickly began the makings of the base portion. Rolling the growing snowball through a particularly deep pocket of the powder, T’riss remained as she was while Adeon exerted himself. By the time it was big enough to reach his knees, Adeon was unable to roll it any further, taking no time to begin the middle section. “Come on now, ain’t as fun doin’ it alone. We’re gunna need ‘nother one about half the size of that one.” T’riss rolled her eyes, *this* was what he had called her out for? To pointlessly roll ice crystals into bigger clumps? Still, the earlier door slam was still fresh in her mind, and soon she found herself working alongside Adeon.

>>26452328

The end result certainly wasn’t going to be entered into the art archives of Commorragh, but it did have a certain appeal to T’riss. As she stood back, watching Adeon add the finer details using twigs and bits of rock, she couldn’t help but beam. Here was a tangible monument to her efforts to be better than her old self. None of her kin would dare stand such a pointless exertion, let alone with a mon’keigh. Plus, it felt good to take direction for once, even though doing so annoyed her slightly on some subconscious level.

In any case, Adeon finished by drawing the Aquila in the middle portion of the sculpture, stepping back to admire their work himself. “Mighty fine, if I don’t say so myself. He’s got a bit of a gout though.” He laughed, and soon T’riss found herself joining in, “Yes, he does look rather… shapely, doesn’t he?” The two turned to look at each other, their eyes locking for only a moment. T’riss was the first to break the stare, turning away to face the house. “Thanks. For…cheering me up.” She left him standing near the apple tree without another word, both grinning from ear to ear.

(That's definitely the end to part 4. Episode 2 will probably be 3 parts. Commence the yelling of faggot as I think more)

>>26452338
damnit faggot you keep leaving on these cliffhangers. I'd take your badge but you're too damn good

>>26452338

Cliffhangers, faggot, etc...

I'm collecting these writings in so I can learn from them, the art of write-fagging. I hope you don't mind.

also looking forward to more.

>>26452984
>Looking forward to more
>Sages
What?

>>26452338
More, writefag.

>>26452613

Rule 1 of writefaggotry: Always leave the reader with some suspense.

>>26452984
No complaints here, though apparently enough people like this that it's being/been archived. I just get the links after the fact, though.

Poll time: Cocoa by the fire or a visit from the Christmas Astartes? No, it isn't as lulzy as it sounds, I promise.

>>26453274
>Cocoa by the fire
Nothing says the holidays like being by a fire and drinking a warm beverage

>>26453274
The former, naturally.

>>26453274
Cocoa by the fire
preferably snuggled up under a blanket

>>26453391

...Are vinyl's considered heresy? I have an idea, and it's possibly the worst yet.

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Something for the atmosphere.

>>26453424
they're not heresy, but they're almost definately Archeotech, so kinda hard to get a hold of unless they're some kind of family relic

>>26453467

...my fucking heart. Someone get this kid a hug.

>>26453500
The way I saw it, Sehella was one of those Agri-Worlds that have been around for awhile. Never really in the way of battle (hard to do, I know), never messed with since they always fill their tithe dutifully. Old stuff like that might have lived that long, hence why I chose to bring in Mr. Jekyll/Hyde in their original state, rather than convert to a 40k variant.

>>26453545
in that case, yeah, they might have a lot of weird stuff from the Dark Age of Tech or even before

>>26453500

I'd say it depends on the world. Are Agriworlds that much behind hive worlds in tech? This farmer has servitors after all.

>>26453467
i cry evrtim

>>26452338

In the days that followed, the snowmarine soon found himself surrounded by his chapter. At first, T’riss snuck out while Adeon was on his morning rounds, but this was quickly thwarted. After walking out of view from her window on the third day, he doubled back to hide behind the apple tree. Sure enough, not moments later T’riss came bounding outside with a speed that defied logic. Just as she leaned down to begin assembling another snowmarine, Adeon coughed, causing her to leap into the air with a yelp. Landing in a combat stance, eyes frantically looking about for the source, it was Adeon’s turn to laugh as he poked his head out from behind the tree. Scarlet infused T’riss’ face as she glanced awkwardly between him and the ground. Before she knew it, Adeon was nearby, delaying his rounds to help her roll up more snow.

Something about the mindless task put T’riss’ mind at ease, and the physical exertion certainly helped to augment her daily exercises. As she put the final touches on one particularly fierce-looking Astartes, she paused. Why was she making mon’keigh sculptures? It seemed rather foolish now that the thought had occurred to her, and she deftly knocked her work down to begin anew. “Uh… you alright there, T’riss?” Adeon called, looking over with a mixture of worry and confusion. To his surprise, her limbs became a blur of movement, and before her came to stand a rather slim individual. Moments later, T’riss added pointed ears. Standing back, she nodded approvingly at her snoweldar, then wandered back inside, humming. Adeon ended up being distracted for the rest of the day, the sound of her song mixing with the image of her “snowsaint” in his mind’s eye.

>>26454807

That evening, after dinner, T’riss found herself being led to the living room window by an insistent Adeon. Pointing towards the Snow Chapter, he motioned at a new addition: a smaller, normal-sized human standing next to her snoweldar. Rather than wait for her response, Adeon left T’riss by the window, rummaging through the cabinet on the opposite side of the fireplace. She took little note of this, a sort of pain building up in her chest as she gazed at the pair of sculptures. She had to tell him, tonight, before it would be too late and she began believing her own lie.

As she opened her mouth to speak, a strange sound began to permeate the air. Spinning on her heels, trying to locate the source, T’riss’ eyes came to rest on an odd device. The needle arm was scratching against a rotating disc, producing what must have passed for human music. Though she didn’t understand what chestnuts were, or why they were roasting on a fire, it was mildly soothing. Adeon was nowhere to be seen, but she took the blanket on the couch and the crackling fire for what it was. Minutes passed, the sizzles and pops of the flames adding to the occasional ones omitted by the record player. All the while, T’riss huddled beneath the blanket, the warmth rather welcome. Weariness began to press against the edges of her eyes, and she probably would have fallen asleep right there if Adeon hadn't returned right then.

>>26454820

Taking a seat on the couch on the opposite side of T’riss, Adeon offered out a mug of a brownish liquid. “Hot Coco, just like Ma’ used to make.” A sip later, and T’riss found herself enamored with the sweet concoction. “I…this is good, for a mon’keigh,” she whispered between tastes, which was met by a laugh from Adeon. “I’m mighty glad you think so ma’am. I mean T’riss. Sorry. I don’t reckon I’ll ever get that right, your saintliness.” “It’s fine, really. I just wanted you to actually use my name, rather than some title or honorific. I’m…nothing special.”

It was Adeon’s turn to raise an eyebrow and tilt his head, as T’riss stared down at her mug glumly. “But, ya are! Really! Even if you’re a saint, only my Ma’ and Pa’ were as nice to me as you are.” T’riss face was ruined by a grimace, one which was met with a frown on Adeon’s as she replied. “What…What if I wasn’t a saint?” Silence, followed by a simple, “But, if ya aren’t a saint, then what are ya?” Tears began to well at the corners of T’riss’ eyes. This was it, the end of her peaceful stay on this idyllic world. But it had to be done. She couldn’t let the guilt of the lie burden her further, on top of the added symptoms brought by her lack of feeding. “Do you know what…an Eldar is?”

>>26454824

“Can’t say I do.” “Well…” she bit her lips, steeling herself, “…they’re what you mon’keighs call xenos.” Adeon sputtered, nearly choking on the coca as he came to stare at her with wide eyes. She didn’t strike him as one of those bogeywomen that came to steal children away at night, like in his mother’s stories. His silence, though not intentional, caused T’riss to begin to cry profusely. “I’m…Please don’t be mad with me. I wanted to tell you earlier…but then you were so nice to me and I didn’t want you to hate me after all you did…” Tears cascaded down her face, the pain in her chest overwhelming that in her head. Why did she had to have a heart? Why couldn’t she just be a heartless monster like the rest of her race?

A pat on the head interrupted her sobs. Eyes widened in fear and surprise, T’riss came to regard him smiling back. “S’all right. Easy now. I don’t mind much what ya are, so long as you’re T’riss.” Words, if you could call them that, sputtered out of her mouth as she tried to reply, but failed as her tear ducts kicked into overdrive. Adeon simply took a few sips of his cocoa and waited, knowing that what she needed now was time, not his badgering. That was when he found T’riss suddenly beside him proper, crying into his chest. Doing his best to offer comforting words, he readjusted the blanket about them and stared into the fire. Monsters certainly didn’t cry, and, as far as he cared, it didn't matter even if she was one.

(End of part 5. Really had a hard time getting the feel I wanted, and I think I fell flat on my face. Meh.)

>>26454855

To be honest, she sounds nicer than a regular eldar, much less a dark one.

I like it.

I like this.

this pleases me

>>26454985

The problem, I've found, is that sometimes character motivations exceed the boundaries that you initially set out for them. I couldn't help but NOT see her crying after all that hit her. Course, you could also debate whether that should have led to a kiss (or more), but I suck at romance so yeah.

Think that'll actually be it for the second major installment. They're at a spot I can leave them without causing people to completely lose their minds waiting on the next installment. Which might be late Tuesday, if I can get around to it.

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>>26455252

Don't sweat it, mon'keigh.

being this sensitive, I'm surprised she survived this far on her homeworld. But I suppose the situation she found herself in warrants some suspension of disbelief

>>26455387

Eh, it's more like each day chipped away at that exterior, and it wasn't until that boarding raid that the armor finally came apart. She had moments of strength during that time skip between the first and second periods, but not enough to be where she was prior to nearly dying. But yeah, disbelief and all that.

When can we expect more, OP?

>>26456966

I do believe he said "maybe tuesday" here >>26455252

>>26456977
I somehow skimmed over that, my apologies.

>>26456966
>>26456977

Really depends on my mood/sleep, and whether I can stomach the idea(s) enough to put words on paper.

bump

>>26460346
Stop that.

OP, you should make a 1d4chan page for this story, that way you can keep updating it when a thread dies, and we don't have to wait until you make a new thread to read it

>>26461925

Here you go:
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Fallen_from_Grace

I think I'm still going to make threads before updating that page though. If someone more diligent than I feels like keeping it up to date and pretty, go right ahead.

Bump

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>>26454855
>>26454824
>Imperial Citizen accidently gives shelter to a dark eldar....
Don't worry guys I got this.
Pic related: inevitable ending

>>26468954

Fun fact: The "bad" end is the Ordeo Xenos coming and burning the entire plantation to the ground, while maiming Adeon in front of T'riss.

Another fun fact: Agri-world defenses suck. Take that as you will.

>>26469024
if you write that, I will hate you, because they are too adorable to let the grimderp ruin

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>>26469099

However if he does NOT do that, OP shall be decried pathetic faggot, mary sue, canon rapist, second coming of CS Goto. brony and a kitsch writer.

Because good end is heresy.

follow your heart, OP

>>26469099

Even the "good" end is going to make you hate me. Fair warning now.

>>26469889

Today, I added kitsch to my vocabulary. As shown with T'riss' "break" (though I will never convince myself of it being good enough), there's a way to satisfy the canon while still moving their story along.

How you figured out I lurk /mlp/ too is beyond me.

>>26469889
Heresy and canon rape will in no way make OP the second Goto. It just means that, unlike GW, /tg/ knows that that not all members of a race are exactly the same

>>26470010
does the "good end" involve a heroic sacrifice and T'riss getting shoved into a Wraith?

>>26470036

Some part of this is half-true. It is also known that Varia is a tremendous teasing faggot.

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>>26470010

I rest my case.

>>26470055

Slap me if I ever write something like this. I may break canon, but not THAT badly.

Chapter 3 is in the works. If this thread still exists by the time it's done, I'll toss it in here rather than make a new thread.

>>26470055
Why does this exist?...

>>26470596

Probably rule 34 subsection 2: If it exists, there are ponies of it.

Fun fact: Did you know that Grox emissions are highly combustible?

>>26470596
A punishment for our sins. We must buy more indulgences from GW to be forgiven.

>>26470690
Wait was the correct term "absolved" instead of "forgiven?" Anyway, their grace will be made manifest as spess mehreens figs.

>>26470644
>If it exists, there are ponies of it.

I'll never understand that fandom...

>>26470107
>>26470596
>>26470644
>>26470690
>>26470743

I actually unironically see what's wrong with this.

A crossover fanpic. So what?

>>26470977

don't see*

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>>26470977

Inherently, there's nothing wrong with it, and I actually enjoy the play on concepts it presents. You have to remember the audience of this board, though, and the various rules about /mlp/ content outside of /mlp/.

But enough on that! Have the full-image of the OP while you all wait.

>>26470051

I for one hope we can have a nice happy ending to this story.

>>26471696
>nice happy ending
>40k verse
the nicest we can hope for is for them living on the run with a couple bionic limbs, or them being press-ganged into the Inquisition
worst case scenario is that one of the Inquisitors that don't work with xenos show up and Agri-world goes bye-bye

>>26471723

I honestly doubt even Imperium is retarded enough to exterminatus an agri world because of one stray xenos. At worst I imagine if they got wind of it they would take the elf for experiments (which would of course entail killing her sooner rather than later) and BLAM the farmer, possibly leveling his farmstead just to make sure. Losing an entire agriworld over such isolated incident would be heresy. Rocks are not free, citizen!

>>26454855

The Pellietier Plantation was rather quiet in the days that followed. The only soul that stirred among the desolate plains of white was Adeon, preparing for the rush of activity that would start in a month’s time. He didn’t need to start this early, but it was better than the alternative of waiting for T’riss to come out of her room. After she had fallen asleep on his lap, the night where she confessed being a Xenos, Adeon had carried her to her bed. Since then, she only had come out to use the restroom and to quickly snatch up the food he left her around mealtimes. Adeon did tell her he would be downstairs whenever she was ready through the door when picking up the dishes, but he never got a response.

“Just take him already…Why you insist on rebelling against your blood is beyond logic. Give in…” T’riss awoke with a gasp, clutching her head as the laughter from that terrible being faded from her mind. Each night since she had revealed herself to Adeon, the pain in her head had grown worse, and it was beginning to permeate the rest of her body. Everything ached, as if she had been recently disciplined back on Commorragh. Though her self-control was easily able to handle these two sources of annoyance, it couldn’t deal with the dull pain that seemed to cling to her heart. A small part of T’riss wondered, “Was this really better than being dead?” If it hadn’t been for the smile that crept across her face when she looked out the window at the snow sculptures, she might have listened to it.

>>26471903
they'd just virus bomb the place
all that new topsoil would be great for encouraging new settlers

>>26471961

Although she couldn’t bring herself to face Adeon yet, that didn’t stop T’riss from continuing her daily exercises. Her injuries had healed completely by now, but she found her left side responding far slower than she was used to. Focusing her efforts on correcting this problem, T’riss became completely engrossed in her stretches and mock swings. As she flowed through one of the more complex forms, the remnants of her armor in the closet began to stir to life. Adeon had showed T’riss them when she had asked, but they had been otherwise ignored – thought to be broken relics. That was true, for the most part; yet, soon after awakening, a slow, steady beep began to emanate from the folds of the dark material.

“Defenses?” The projection of Sehella whirled as the Sybarite found himself pacing around it. “None that we can sense,” came the reply from one of his kabalites, “The primitive apes seem to only have one space port on the world. Population is minimal.” Nodding, he pointed at the pulsing red dot on one of the upper continents, “And what about the area where that traitor’s equipment landed?” “It appears to be what the Mon’Keighs call a ‘farm,’ your grace. No armaments or fortification to speak of.” Smirking, the Sybarite nodded and waved a hand to signal the termination of the projection. Reclaiming his equipment would be far easier than he had hoped. As he left the bridge, moving towards the slave pens to feast, he found himself secretly hoping that enough of T’riss had survived to mount on his wall.

(And now I go off to eat dinner. MUAHAHAHAHA)

>>26471972

damn.

>>26471972

The first indication that something was amiss was the faint smell of ash that wafted through the small crack of the window. T’riss paused, looking up from the novel she had secretly snuck out and obtained the night prior. The fire downstairs hadn’t been lit since that night, yet there was no mistaking the odor. Swinging her legs off the bed, coming to stand upright, T’riss wandered over to the window and stared out. The Grox pens were ablaze, a few servitors desperately trying to put it out while a few beasts, engulfed in flame, ran from it. Worried for Adeon, given that she had seen him walk that way not an hour beforehand, she found herself bundling up and sprinting outside without a second thought.

T’riss barely managed to get past the apple tree when she found herself diving beneath a blade. Instinct from all her training kicked in, turning the dive into a rolling somersault to bring her face to face with her assailant. Her heart panged with fury as she recognized the lilthe form of one of her former comrades. How had they tracked her here? Had they gotten their hands on Adeon? There was little time for such thinking, as the kabalites soon began a deadly dance through the snow. Using the snowmarines for cover, T’riss was able to evade the blows unarmed for the time being, but she was running out of options.

>>26472892

As the last members of the Snow Astartes found their heads cleaved by blows meant for her, T’riss found her back against the apple tree. She’d get one chance at disarming her opponent, assuming the Eldar inside the black, barbed bodysuit would fall for her trick. The wicked edge of the impaler gleamed as it was thrust forward, but T’riss was ready. Mere nanoseconds before impact, she twisted, allowing the weapon to move past her and embed itself into the wood of the tree. Not giving the kabalite the chance to recover, T’riss unleashed a rain of carefully timed blows. Overwhelmed, her would-be-assassin was forced to go on the defensive. After one particular nasty kick to the side of his head, T’riss had enough time to pry the impaler free. As the bark released its’ grip on the metal, splinters flying, she found herself laughing: she had finally found something to feed on.

“WHERE. IS. MY. ARMOR. MON’KEIGH?!” Adeon found himself whirling through the air, thrown against the wall of the Grox Pen. The bastard had snuck up on him while he was cleaning out one of the troughs, and was now taking great delight in beating Adeon senseless. Coughing up blood, Adeon slowly picked himself up, glaring at the Sybarite in front of him. Now *this* was what he had expected Xenos to be like, but that thought didn’t help at all when the agonizer gauntlet found its’ way around his neck. Pain began to rocket throughout his nervous system, and his consciousness faded as the glove began to tighten. His last thought before the void took him was of T’riss crying, and how sorry he was that it was all his fault.

>>26472902

The human’s body went limp, and the Sybarite tossed it aside with scorn. He hadn’t killed the ape, but that was the least of his concerns. Not mere seconds after doing so, the remnants of the door were sent flying into the pen. In their place stood T’riss, face twisted in fury as she came to regard the scene. Various nicks and cuts adorned her entire body, as did blood that was not her own. It had taken her too long, she thought, and now Adeon was dead. All because she was weak. All because she couldn’t even protect the one thing that gave her a reason to exist. At least now she could make sure the job she had started five months ago would be finished, one way or the other.

Unleashing a primal roar, T’riss closed the gap between herself and the Sybarite. The latter of which was barely able to bring up his own impaler in time to knock aside the blow. Even now, in her weakened state, he couldn’t believe that she was still as much as equal. But such thoughts were unnecessary, and soon the two found themselves waltzing through the pens. As they strayed into one of the burning sections, the clashing metal began to send sparks through the acrid smoke, adding to the flame around them. Regardless of the impairing conditions, neither combatant could afford to divert their attention any further.

>>26472910

Yet, T’riss finally found her wounds catching up to her, what little strength she had fading away as she barely parried a particularly nasty blow aimed at her kneecaps. Soon after, her acquired weapon was battered from her hands, the Sybarite driving her against the wall while laughing. “Even though you managed to survive our last encounter, I must give you credit, traitor. I haven’t had the pleasure of such a battle in a long time, but that is not enough to spare your transgressions.” T’riss glared back, the only form of attack left for her as she steeled herself for the inevitable blow. Just as the impaler was raised above his head, three prongs of a pitchfork emerged from the Sybarite’s chest, causing him to cough up blood before falling to the ground before her. Tears began to well in her eyes as Adeon stood before her, smiling. “Does this count as bein’ more aware?”

He would pay for that, later. For now, though, all T’riss could do was bound forward and tackle him the ground, hugging him tight and apologizing over and over.

(End of Chapter 3)

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>>26472923

D'aww.
Have some hatchlings of uncertain species in return.

>>26472923
You done good Varia. You done good

>>26470010
>>26470036
Well even a really good ending with them living "happily ever after" will inevitably involve him dying of old age and her living on without him.

>>26473574

I fail to see the problem with that.

>>26473574
and? happens even between humans

>>26473574

Not necessarily. I had an idea. It's probably a bad one, but it's an idea.

In other news, new poll time! On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you want to see Lofn 2.0? I've been debating with myself whether to address the possibility.

>>26473770
10
always more Lofn

>>26473770
So...This'll officially be LCB 2.0?

>mitebcool

>>26473863

Eh, I guess? I was just sorta gunna skip the whole "parents" portion of their lives, but thought I'd ask before scraping the idea entirely.

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>>26473770

You go that way, part of 40k fans will love you from deepest of their hearts, while another will start crafting voodoo dolls with your likeness.

It's your story.

Just sayian.

I love Lofn

>>26473770
you have my interest good sir/madam
it depends on how you do it, but you haven't done wrong yet. I have faith

>>26473938
I do love our daily reminder that the Ultramarines knowingly accept xenos scum into their ranks

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>>26474066

>scum
>not valuable psyker asset

>>26474110
for normal people? very valuable asset. For our spiritual leaders? The Codex Astartes does not support it

>>26474148
>implying the Ultramarines follow the Codex
They diverge from it more than most chapters.

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>MFW I have to come up with a name for their kid now

I. HATE. NAMES.

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>>26474269

Name is the most important part of the product. I can't emphasize this strongly enough!

>>26474269

How about something from farmer's literary works? Perhaps weighing towards the mystical side.


First idea that popped to mind for me would be Jekkyde for mix of genteel farming background and murderous, violent elfdar heritage.

>>26474269

For some reason, naming the kid to in some way pun with "trist" sounds interesting.

I'll just leave this here

http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/wales/powys/folklore/the-shepherd-of-myddvai.html

>>26474719
>http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/wales/powys/folklore/the-shepherd-of-myddvai.html
....well.

Let's hope that doesn't all come true.

>>26474694

Well after thinking about that for a few minutes, I keep coming back to one in particular. Her name is Mist. Shares her mother's hair color but has her father's eyes (they're blue). Take that as you will.

Now here's a question for lore-fags: How EXACTLY do soulstones work? Is there some sort of attunement process, or is it simply the proximity of the thing that prevents She who Thirsts from raping their soul?

>>26474825
If you want to take the novel Failseer into account, an eldar simply has to place it on someone's forehead and use magic-elder-psyker-bullshit to 'attach' it. Also wearing wraithbone armour will have conveniently placed soulstones (but we all know that).

Touching it constantly might help a bit, though, as her dreams clearly show she has some connection to the Warp.

>>26474825

Not sure exactly how Soulstones work, but they are very hard to come by. Those that are obtained very frequently are already occupied, and the owners of them are usually hunted down by Eldar hoping to recover their kin.

I mean, sure, there's always the power of PLOT, but perhaps a soulstone isn't the best path. Harlequins are free from the grasp of Slaanesh, though her joining them may result in a sad end, as she'd not only need to give her all to them, but she'd likely never return.

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>>26474940

Meh, going by the proximity assumption then.

>>26474946
She ain't called a DARK Eldar for nothing, but I have an amusing idea how to get one to her without invoking PLOT fiat. Picture semi-related.

We'll call Harlequins the "neutral" end.

>>26475098
>>26474940
If she's dreaming, she has some connection to the warp. Soulstones are involved with psker bullshit, so maybe-kinda-sorta?

Best guess I can give. It's also possible that she finds one occupied that can help her (soul finds it an efficient way to get back by manipulating her).

>>26470010
>Even the "good" end is going to make you hate me. Fair warning now.
Varia this wasn't what I signed up for in the Gentle DEldar thread;
please, don't make me hate you.

>>26473770
>Not necessarily. I had an idea. It's probably a bad one, but it's an idea.
>implying the Gentle DEldar was even a good idea in terms of canon in the first place
Do it.
Even if you think it's bad, make it the alternate ending.
Just do it.

Also Lofn 2.0 yes.

>>26475098
>Lawrence
Thanks for reminding me of how Spice and Wolf will end, no matter what happens.
now you HAVE to make that best ending.

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>>26475098
More Slice of life. The Evil Council demands it.

>>26475365
To be fair, the "good" end has changed 4 times since the initial conception. "Best/True" end has stayed the same, though.

>>26475667
There will be some in Chapter 4, since I have to kill time between Agri-World and their next destination. You're not going to be getting any details, but there will be at least one lewd act during this time.

>>26474269
>mfw they confirmed for eldar dickings with near virgin mon-keigh farmer having crazy first time with very kinky Dark eldar wench.
Don't worry we can get a fapfic specialist to fill that void, mmmmmm.

>>26476178

Actually, I pictured their first time as being one of those more romantic, vanilla ones. The kind where it's just two individuals exploring one another, enjoying the intimacy that comes with it. I mean sure, down the road, it's probably kinky as shit. Just not the first couple.

I need a DEldar ship name btw.

>>26476539
what sort of naming theme do they have? I can't remember, but I'd be glad to help.

>>26476539
>>26475730
SS.FUCKINGSTOPGIVINGUSSPOILERS
Predator
Acts of Lasciviousness
Broken Oath
Turgid Member
Pain weaver

>>26476539
do you have a reasonable end planned?
Also, Scepter of Agony or something like that. Alternatively, Relaxing Shower for an irony inclined DE.

>>26476539
So no using her ears as handlebars for some vicious.....pelvic/oral examinations

>>26476673

You know you love them. Stealing your Pain Weaver idea.

>>26476688
Reasonable End: Everyone sits down and talks. They decide that they just aren't right for one another, and go about their ways like mature adults.

>>26476988
No, but I'm sure ear play itself isn't out of the question. You're just not getting me to write it.

>>26476988
no that comes later.

and from a different writefag.

>>26476688
Like Reasonable marines end? The pair fill out their immigration forms in Aprior and everyone lives happily ever after, until that one prick tries to burn the sector to the ground for heresy.

>>26477224
G-go ahead y-you f-faggot. I-It's not like i was participating for you or anything!

Small bump.

Does anyone know what happened to that other guy PDF-kun? He said he would do something similar to this, but a bit more on the lewd and grimdark side. I haven't seen him since the thread that inspired all this and am wondering where he went.

>>26483107
its only been a couple days-guys probably going to dump either the whole story or big chunks, rather than Varia's daily chapters

>>26474269
Throw Nyde in there somewhere to commemorate the first moment they bonded.

>>26477436
>Reasonable Marines
>Happy End
Fuck those edgy atheist mary sue faggots.

>>26476539

Varia, a "romantic, vanilla encounter" for a Dark Eldar is akin to a hardcore bdsm session to all other races. Kindly remember the Dark Eldar equate pain with pleasure and thrive on it. So yes, when two mate in order to try for a child, they keep it below anything that would cause permanent scarring, at least for the female (because she'll have better chances of getting with child if her body is in top condition), but even then, there's still room to mentally break a human, especially one who has no experience whatsoever.

>>26484294
said DEldar also has no experience...

>>26484245

I can see where 'mary sue' might be coming from, but
>edgy atheists
...seriously?

>>26484294
She isn't even a REAL Dark Eldar- yes, she's got the sadist tendencies, but that's more "heat of battle," than "I'll cut anything anywhere".

I mean, hell, I've swordfought. Getting a hit in on an opponent is SATISFYING AS FUCK.
And while I may fight with practice weapons, when fighting with real swords, watching an enemy bleed is a sign that you're doing it right.

I digress, though; the point is T'riss doesn't fit the image for a perfect DEldar in the first place- what make you think that would be exactly the same?
She has no experience, and her first feeding filled her with great discomfort, apparently.

She's not all that cut out for being a DEldar.

>>26484320

Said DEldar was born in Commoragh, trained as a kabalite and has started feedind. She might have few experience with sex, but she'll already be long past the point where her psyche equates pain with pleasure!

>>26484322
They found a SoB convent and mercilessly slaughtered all the leaders and then forced the survivors to become their atheist cocksleeves, all because they believed in the God-Emprah and apparently that is terrible.

Ahh, that flaws of people that don't know shit about the fluff trying to wedge in their super special romance stories in to canon.

>>26484294

Actually, if you want to get technical, the only reason for the sadomasochism in DEldar sex would be a deeper emotional connection. Not simply master and slave, but drinking in the sensations each person would be experiencing. Eldar, especially Dark Eldar, are empaths. Every cut is felt by both of them, each tug and twist makes both of them shiver.

Why wouldn't T'riss do this? As stated, she hasn't reached the point where she's truly grown to enjoy such things. Her tastes and methods would be far more in line with the human standards of vanilla, though she'd likely still enjoy leaching the varying sensations she might give through less extreme things; Scratching, biting, slapping. Those would likely make a sexual encounter far more exciting, as the alternative is obsessing over how clumsy the stupid mon'keigh is and the way he can't hit any of the right spots.

Sage for extreme lewdity

>>26484356

I guess you could say she's got a case of bleeding heart

>>26484392
>canon
nah. we acknowledged that, took a good hard look at it, and said "this will not work." And then we threw it in the trash.

It's not like, you know, it's needlessly convoluted, contradicting, and full of a ton of BS, or anything, right?

>Don't know shit about the fluff
That's PDF, and he's working on that, apparently.

>>26484409
Bump for lewd.
>maybe she seduces him with some good old 2nd base, with eye contact while doing the deed
As a virgin farmer he must last only like 30 seconds before making quite the mess for T'riss to clean up.

>>26484409
>Why wouldn't T'riss do this?

Gee, I don't know, perhaps maybe because she's an empath and has lived all her life around people who do it, and hence it's just as much part of her as breathing? And maybe, just maybe, she's freaking out and feeling bad because she misses the "background spill" from Commoragh, and that hurting something, anything might ease that absence, even if the rational part of her hates doing it?

bump

I come back from a nap and suddenly there's a hardcore discussion about how they're supposed to have sex. Never change /tg/.

The way I see it, both sides have merit. Yes, it's probably way more kinky than standard human sex, but it's definitely way more vanilla than standard DEldar. Either way, poor Adeon has no idea what he's gotten himself into. He doesn't mind though - wounds heal, hearts do not.

Chapter 4 soon.

>>26487525
Sorry, to be fair its normally the best part of a couple's day. Especially for blue collar guys like farmers and shit. Keeps people from going crazy at realizing they are on a fuckin REDNECK planet with NOTHING to do.
Plus gotta make some half eldar free labor...I mean children.

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>>26487643

Well I'd say that for standards of 40k, being a redneck on a backwater world doesn't sound that bad.

Outright good with a corrupted dark elf as a mentor and companion.

>>26485473
I would agree, but its her subconsciuos mind that hates the feeling of causing pain, not her rational mind. She remembers how terrified her first feed was, and probably all her other ones-why would she want to even chance making the one she loves feel that way?

>>26484373
Technically, it was for trying to burn and purge the marines for fairly obvious reasons. Also, they aren't atheists and the survivors have all been dead for a thousand years. The "sisters of reason" are the result of 1500 years of careful indoctrination and assimilation by the Reasonable Marines.

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>>26488334

Beware the monsters of Id!

>>26472923

“-chii not –che. And you want to stress the second syllable more.” Adeon sighed, rubbing his temples as T’riss corrected him for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day. She had taken to teaching him some of the Eldar language to pass the time, of which they seemed to have plenty of. This latest word was giving him particular difficulty for some reason, but he was determined to not to disappoint. “Dru…Druchii?” he sounded out, eliciting a smile from T’riss. “So, what’sit mean then?” Pointing at herself, “It’s what I am, a ‘Dark One.’ You’ll probably hear it quite often if we ever meet more of my kind.”

With the arrival of T’riss’ now-slain former-associates, the pair gained a means to leave Sehella behind. Though the Pain Weaver was little more than a glorified shuttle when it came to Corsairs, it was enough to get them to a nearby mercenary outpost. Though, given the vastness of space, Adeon soon came to realize that the term “nearby” was all but relative. It was now the second week of their journey, and already he regretted not bringing more to do.

>>26489589

He had, at first, been rather reluctant to leave his home behind. Given the damage to his stables, and the blatantly obvious Xenos dead on his property, there wasn’t much choice in the matter. Wanting to follow T’riss certainly helped sway him, but he insisted on at least taking a few items with them. After releasing the slaves from their hold, the pair filled the makeshift cargo-bay with trunks of supplies. The slaves had, of course, offered to aid them after being released onto the snowy plains, but Adeon would have none of it. Instead, he took the last few moments before departing to show them a few tricks about running the farm. With any luck, they’d avoid detection so long as they filled the Pellietier portion of the tithe. It wasn’t true freedom, but it was better than being doomed to endless torture and slaughter.

“-eon? Adeon? Are you alright?” Snapping out of his reflection, Adeon came to realize he had been staring rather blankly at T’riss for what must have been, at the very least, a few minutes. “Yeah…I’m fine. Just still a bit…overwhelmed, s’all.” She smiled once more, this time supplementing it with a quick squeeze of his shoulder. “You’ll get used to it. I know the first time I left Commorragh it wasn’t easy, even though I wanted to get away ever since I was little…” Trailing off, T’riss frowned slightly, swiveling in her chair to stare out at the stars. It was true, speaking of such matters was easier now that Adeon knew what she was, but reliving those memories wasn’t at all pleasant.

>>26489595

The respectful silence from Adeon soon motivated her to speak. He had a knack for it, she mused, as she began, “Imagine…Imagine being trained from birth to be little more than a puppet for others. You’re told that you represent the continuing struggle of your race to survive, only to be beaten moments later for asking a simple question.” “Right awful, that.” Adeon grumbled, T’riss nodding in response. “Oh, it gets worse. Eventually, you start to *like* the beatings. They’re the only thing that reminds you that you’re alive, that the seemingly ritualistic torture you inflict on others is not without karmic retribution. As far as I know, most lose themselves in it, soon becoming nothing more than slaves to their vile passions.” “Well, for what it’s worth, I’m mighty glad you didn’t,” came Adeon’s response, returning the shoulder squeeze before the pair found themselves staring at the heavens outside.

Dinner that night passed with an awkward sort of tension, neither really finding words to bridge the gap that existed between them. It wasn’t until Adeon made to return to his quarters that T’riss finally found herself asking, “Um…What was it like? Having a family, I mean.” Adeon paused in the doorway, looking back at the small cantina that served as the Weaver’s kitchen. “Suppose it was nice. Ma was always frettin’ about somethin’ that didn’t matter, and Pa was always real strict. Never really had problems gettin’ along, always there for one another.” He sighed, adding, “Shame they got crushed in that Grox stampede, I never told em how much I appreciated them.” The momentary flash of pain across his face caused T’riss to nearly cringe as the dull ache in her chest increased. “I’m…Sorry. I didn’t mean…” she whispered, looking dejectedly down at the remnants of food on her plate. “I was just curious since…”

>>26489601

It was Adeon’s turn to feel guilty, eliciting another sigh from him before he replied, “S’all right. No harm done. But whatya mean? Don’t they have families on that there Commorragh?” As he took the seat to the right of her, T’riss looked up, eyes watering slightly, “Yes and…No. It’s very rare to actually give birth among my people, so most are simply born from tubes. Since it’s easy to make more half-born, there’s no point in coddling them. Either you quickly learn to survive on your own and prove your worth, or you’re sent to the slave pens…” T’riss trailed off, an awkward silence growing between them. Suddenly, she whirled, coming to face Adeon proper, “What am I to you? Are we family now?” This stymied him, leaving him speechless between the abruptness of the question and the look of mixed longing and pain that was T’riss’ face. “Nah,” he began, T’riss’ eyes spilling over with tears in response, “We’re somethin’ better.” Before she could do more than widen her eyes, Adeon pulled T’riss close, and the two shared their first kiss.

When he awoke, Adeon wasn’t sure how much time had passed. The events of the past few hours were a blur of sensations, of which parts of his body still protested against. Yet, as he turned his head to regard T’riss, he couldn’t help but smile. Though she was still asleep, her face positively radiated happiness, and that was certainly worth the temporary injuries he had sustained. Before he drifted back to sleep, Adeon made up his mind – he would do whatever it took to make sure T’riss never lost that smile of hers.

(End of Chapter 4. I will never live this down ever.)

>>26489610

hooray, intimacy!

>>26489610
keep going you glorious bastard

And if you give them bad end, I will hunt you down and burn your house down around you

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>>26489610

I should not be enjoying this as much as I am.

Ah the guilty pleasures of /tg/.

Keep it up, OP.

>>26489610
live this down? it is wonderous, why would you want to?

>>26490793

Well I assume someone more usually inclined towards awesome displays of violence or heroic exploits might feel embarrassed in writing a romance story.

>>26490793

I think he's afraid of the average fa/tg/uy's reaction about him fading to black the lewd part. But that's okay, we can clearly enjoy a sugar-sweet HNNNNG! moment too...

Even though I find he fades to black a tad abruptly! But, oh, well...

>>26491211
near-death experiences have a tendency to do that though

>>26491211

This. Plus it felt awkward, still does. Then again, most sweet romance does to outsiders.

>>26491211

if we're already speculating, I'd say he's more scared of 40kids outlash because MUH HERESY and MUH SPECIES PURITY

>>26491247

Don't worry, man! It's only by writing that you'll improve. And considering I couldn't write something even half that decent in my native French, you won't hear me complaining about what I'm gifted here further than my spoilered opinion here above!

>>26491376

Merci Beaucoup, mon ami.

>>26491273
They have been surprisingly tame, but who knows.

>>26489610

As it turned out, calling Yttri Alpha an outpost was a slight exaggeration. Little more than a Defiant-class cruiser embedded into an asteroid, the only way in or out was via shuttlecraft. T’riss argued against letting Adeon come along, but soon acquiesced after one particularly convincing promise to stay out of trouble, followed by a warm embrace. Over the past month and a half since leaving Sehella, the pair had grown closer in ways neither had expected. At times, it was even enough to let them forget their collective troubles. “At least being weak isn’t all that bad…” she thought to herself, boarding the Weaver’s shuttle with Adeon in tow.

After docking in one of bays, T’riss lead them to the Screaming Skull, one of the popular bars on Yttri Alpha. Having been here a few times, back when she was still a Kabalite, she knew of a few places to begin asking questions. They couldn’t keep drifting through space forever, and going back to Commorragh was out of the question. That left either signing up with some mercenary band, or trying to find an uninhabited moon to live on. Either way, they needed more information than the database on the Weaver could give, so off they went.

>>26493508

Much to Adeon’s surprise, a majority of the outpost’s inhabitants were human. Granted, he didn’t notice anyone he would have associated with back in the Imperium, but it was still slightly comforting to be around others of his kind. After pushing past one particularly grumpy pair of Kroots, he paused before the entrance of the Screaming Skull, raising an eyebrow at the sign. “Odd name for a bar,” he mumbled, causing T’riss to laugh as she led them inside to a table in the back. “See the barkeep there? She’s a psyker, some say ex-Inquisition even. Most give her a wide berth for fear of being turned into a daemon, but she always seems to have the best information on the Imperium’s convoys. Plus,” T’riss winked, “she makes a mean mixed drink.” Adeon wouldn’t be talking to the bartender after hearing all that, but he couldn’t argue against the allure of a nice bit of liquor.

Rather than immediately asking around, T’riss and Adeon enjoyed a couple of bottles of Rotgut while sizing up the rest of the bar’s occupants. Other than themselves, there was the standard array of mercs enjoying their downtime, though two individuals stood out in particular. The first was a Rogue Trader in a booth in the opposite corner of the bar, and the second was a hooded figure at the bar. While the later was of note simply because no one else in the place was hiding their face, the former was hard to miss. Recounting tale after tale of his “heroic” efforts to his comrades, the man grew louder and louder as he consumed more and more drinks. Adeon was simply content to ignore the idiot, but T’riss found herself glaring at one particularly odd piece of jewelry on the Rogue Trader’s person.

>>26493517

Nudging Adeon under the table with her foot, T’riss pointed over in the Trader’s direction, “That necklace, wonder where he got it.” After turning around to look for a moment, Adeon shrugged, “Dunno, probably more of his spoils, if I had to guess.” Rather than reply to him, T’riss slowly rose and found herself walking over to the Trader’s table. As she approached, the Trader raised his glass and called out jovially, “Ah, and here comes the entertainment boys!” She resigned herself to rolling her eyes, deciding it best not to start a scene. Now opposite the Trader, T’riss asked, “Yes, well, we can talk about *that* later. First, tell me more about that necklace. It’s quite beautiful.”

The Trader took the chain between thumb and forefinger, admiring the jewel set in the pendant, “You’ve got a fine eye there missy. This here is supposedly one of them spirit-stones you pointy-eared freaks seem to love. I took it as compensation when the Xenos scum decided not to make good with his payment.” Anger rushed through T’riss, but she could do little more than ball her fist tightly before Adeon appeared by her side. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in a little wager?” he asked, causing the Trader to laugh in response. “Trying to impress your little pet are ya lad? I’ll humor you. What do you have in mind?”

>>26493528

Adeon smiled, walking over to the bar to obtain a pair of paperclips and piece of paper. “Now then,” he began, returning to the Trader’s table, “the challenge is to interlink these two paperclips using only this here piece of paper. If ya can do it, I’ll let ya have some time with my ‘pet.’ But if you can’t, and I can, you hand over that there necklace.” T’riss shot him an incredulous glance, but had grown to know Adeon enough that she wasn’t overly concerned with him losing. Still, as the Trader began fumbling with the paper and clips, she couldn’t see how such a feat was possible. Eventually, the Trader gave up, shaking his head as he passed the materials back to Adeon, “Can’t be done, not unless you’re going to use fancy mind magic like the bar witch.”

Laughing, Adeon simply curled the paper into an S shape. On each end, he attached the clips to the inner loops, then snapped the ends of the paper apart. Perfectly intertwined, the pair of paperclips fell to the table before the Trader, causing him to scoff, “Fancy parlor trick you got there boy, but you got one thing wrong – I don’t take kindly to being tricked.” With a snap of his fingers, the Trader’s retinue crowded around T’riss and Adeon, raising various forms of weaponry ranging from simple brass knuckles to laspistols. Just as they began advancing forward, the Trader found himself hauled into the air by his collar, causing the mob to pause as he choked out a cry of alarm. Turning to look at their leader, they came to see the formally hooded bar patron had pinned him against the wall.

>>26493544

The strange individual was wearing a multicolored jester’s outfit, and had red hair that spilt out from behind a mask. Though T’riss immediately knew a Harlequin when she saw one, the rest of the mob was clueless. Abandoning their former two targets, the gang advanced, soon surrounding the woman and their boss. Quietly, the woman muttered, “I suggest you make good with your promise, else you’re going to find yourself losing more than a simple piece of jewelry.” The Trader glared back at her, then nodded at his men. What followed was too quick for Adeon’s eyes to follow, but the results couldn’t be argued with.

As each of the now battered group cradled stumps of various limbs, running from the bar, the Harlequin threw the headless corpse of the Trader back into his seat, taking the necklace and tossing it to T’riss. Barely catching it, T’riss stared down at it before replying, “Well, I guess we owe you a drink now.” Laughter emitted from the masked face, and soon Adeon was playing third wheel as the two rapidly conversed back and forth in Eldar. He didn’t mind, of course, as T’riss seemed to grow more and more excited as the conversation carried on. Finally, the Harlequin stood, bowing her farewell before departing. “What was all that about?” Adeon asked, raising an eyebrow at T’riss. She could barely contain her glee as she replied, “I think we’ve just found a new home.”

(End of Chapter 5. Begin wild speculation)

>>26493562

Speculation:Cegorach is pleased by their antics!

Brilliant as always!

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>>26493562

I can tell this story is going places.

>>26493825

Just not those places ;)

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>>26493867

As long as the views and the company's good... who cares?

>>26493562

Unlike their trip from Sehella, the journey to Quro only took a week. Granted, they had the fortune of using the Harlequin’s vessel, so the ability to enter the webway greatly sped matters along. After the encounter in the bar, T’riss and Adeon had docked the Weaver in the bay of the Othello, a grand Wraithship under the control of the Avatar’s masque. As T’riss explained it, these traveling performers were headed to an Exodite World to spread their brand of entertainment to the Eldar there. Though Adeon was skeptic at first, his fears of being led into a trap fell by the wayside as the jesters aboard the Othello went to great lengths to make T’riss and him feel welcome. They seemed eager to teach him about their culture and race, and Adeon was all too happy to learn more about his beloved’s people.

Meanwhile, T’riss found herself under the tutelage of the masque’s High Warlock. Though she had obtained a spirit stone, she lacked the proper means to control and utilize it. Still, after being lead through numerous exercises and trainings, the Warlock was content that his pupil would no longer have to worry about the eternal damnation of her soul. The one matter to which he could not help T’riss with was kicking the addiction to drinking souls, but she found herself facing that prospect with renewed vigor and optimism.

>>26494702

When the Othello finally put into orbit above Quro, the pair found themselves being given a set of coordinates to land at. Apparently, the Harlequins had contacted the world during the journey, and arranged for T’riss and Adeon to have a small plot of land some distance away from any main exodite populaces. Adeon found himself asking what they had done to warrant such kindness, though it would be T’riss that supplied the answer. “They found our story to be worthy of remembrance,” she said, as she piloted the Weaver down towards the planet. “I think we’re going to be the basis of some new play they’re working on.” Adeon didn’t know how to feel about this, but he wasn’t about to turn down such a generous gift.

On arrival, the pair emerged from the Weaver to find a sparse forest, along with several bags of what Adeon quickly discovered to be plant seeds. Wasting no time, the pair set to work building a home together. Though it took the better part of a month, the sturdy and spacious abode that resulted was more than either Adeon or T’riss could have hoped for. All the while, Adeon began cultivating the crops he had been given, adding in those that had survived the journey from Sehella. T’riss supplemented their food supply with the occasional game hunt, but was not above helping her beloved whenever needed. Though they knew the nearest settlement was but a two days walk away, both secretly enjoyed the feeling of having the world to themselves.

>>26494708

Over time, Adeon’s little farm expanded, and it came to pass that the local populace came to seek his guidance and trade with him on a near weekly basis. As for T’riss, she began a sort of martial temple, teaching any who were willing the battle-arts of the Dark Eldar. Though many were weary at first, soon many an exodite made a pilgrimage to learn from her. It was not long before a small settlement grew around the Weaver, though it never grew larger than a simple hamlet.

Six months after they had put down their roots, T’riss began showing signs of pregnancy. Adeon was overjoyed to learn he would be a father, but his enthusiasm paled in comparison to his companion’s. When it came time, with the aid of one of the local doctors, T’riss gave birth to a pair of healthy twins. Both beautiful little girls, the couple agreed on the names Mist and Nydia for their children. Though raising such bundles of energy proved to be a challenge, the proud parents couldn’t have asked to be happier.

One night, some eight years after T’riss had landed in his field, Adeon found himself staring up at the stars again. His girls were fast asleep in the house, and there was a cool breeze flowing from the south. As he sat underneath the apple tree, which had grown from the supplies he brought from Sehella, he couldn’t help but feel as if all was right in the world. He hadn’t quite figured out all the mysteries the heavens contained, but he was content with simply knowing that they had brought him true joy.

(Main Story, True End.)

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>>26494716

>In the grim darkness of 41st millenium there are sunny days.jpg

Would tell as a bedchamber story to my kid/10

Well done, OP. Cheers for the delivery!

>>26494716
8/10 pretty enjoyable.

Thanks, OP.

Good story. I'm a bit surprised that other Eldar were so tolerant of Triss' fondness for bestiality with her pet.

>>26496010
Solitaires and Exodites are both very strange by Eldar standards

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>>26489610
>We must remember to add some lewd later.
Once the whole story or at least when you finish what your working on now.

>>26494159
>Time with my 'pet'
Oh dear looks like Adeon has quite the confidence.
I guess we know how they like to celebrate their evenings.

>>26494716
>dem half eldar babies
creampies confirmed. The mon-keign D reigns supreme again

>>26497847
The main story is done for now, with plenty of room to add side-arcs and what not during their time on Quro. While the ones I write won't be lewd, have at it.

>>26497933
You really should give him more credit. Though, to be fair, that was more a play on the Trader's insult than anything else.

>>26496010
>>26496042
Ding Ding Ding. The first side story I was going to write was going to be about the formation of the little hamlet, with more focus on how T'riss and Adeon's relationship has gotten along in that time. Slice of Life stuff, etc.

>>26498320
Yay slice of life on exodite world. Do enjoy and kinda makes sense given how amish eldar seem way chiller then usual and probably have to deal with human colonists a lot.

>>26498320
Oh okay, that was kinda like outta the blue though.
I mean kinda hypothetically whoring out your dark eldar wife who is a deadly warrior normally doesn't go so well. But whatever, that's probably par for the course in Darkeldarstan.

>>26496010
Not to mention that XTREEM Amish who have been farming and ranching fucking dinosaurs since before mankind or even current eldarkind existed like the Exodites actually coming to a filthy monkeigh for farming advice strikes me as the bullest of shit.

>>26498405
Again, you should give him more credit. He could judge the situation well enough to play against the Trader's arrogance and semi-drunken state. Plus, no one ever expects the backwater farmer. Though you are right, things like that are probably blue moon occurrences.

As for whoring out your wife, I'm sure there's actually a market for it on Commorragh. Those test tubes of half-born don't fill themselves.

>>26498371
Which is pretty much why I went with Exodite over Craftworld.

>>26498371
Actually, Exodites are hyper isolationists and typically hate humans poisoning their maiden worlds and the worldsoul with their filth and sin.

>>26498488
Don't get me wrong it was awesome.
>though I am of the dat elf ass appreciation foundation so I am a little biased.
This stories...implications are quite fun to imagine heh.

>>26498470
It was a point of contention when I wrote that segment originally, but I decided to stick with it for a couple of reasons. Even though he's a lowly mon'keigh to them, he still produces food, which is something exodites kinda respect from what I know of the fluff. While they're certainly not going to be asking him when and where to plant their crops, they might be sharing tips about the local soil conditions and what not. Ya know, standard neighboring farmer stuff.

>>26498507
Which is why the first side-story will be interesting to say the least. One does not get over generations of ingrained hatred overnight. To be fair, though, someone favored of the harlequins does get a little boost in relations, but not much.

>>26498619
>mfw all the lewd people in this thread are actually gossiping exodite women who secretly love romance and project their fetishes via slashfic of the couple, unknown to T'riss and Adeon
>inb4 50 Souls of Pain becoming best seller all throughout the planet before T'riss realizes that the main characters Trish and A'Leon must be them.

>>26501331
Why do you bump this shit constantly.

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>>26501356
it's one thread of many.
Calm your shit and look somewhere else if this does not suit your tastes.

>>26501356
It rapes lore pretty hard, but its cute enough to get a pass

>>26502165
just like its protagonists?

>>26502440
I guess. I actually didn't much care for the story, especially the rushed and contrived ending. But the author was...I dunno, earnest? There was an innocent quality to the whole thing, so I don't see why anyone would feel the need to troll and hate on the thread.

>>26502440
not sure if talking about the protagonists of the writefaggotry or the "protagonists" of 40k canon

>>26501356
You get a bump for that

>>26501370
Pretty much the OP in every /tg/ thread.

>>26502569

>especially the rushed and contrived ending
I never get my endings right, so you're not the only one who finds fault with it. As much as I'd like to go back and delete it now, I won't grow as a writer if I'm constantly erasing my mistakes.

>>26501331
If this wasn't unironically hilarious, I'd write it.

>>26504101
I need to grow out my neckbeard more, if that's the case.

>>26504571
Do it

>>26504913

Rather than clog up the thread and bump it, here you go:
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Fallen_from_Grace#50_Souls_of_Pain

I also added a FAR SUPERIOR version of the ending to the page here: http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Fallen_from_Grace#Chapter_Six

>>26505509
YES IS BEAUTIFUL WILL READ COMRADE

>>26505509
Oh god dat twins talking about mon keigh anatomy.

What are half-eldar like? Do they suffer the same curse as full eldar do? Can they be alpha psykers, pariahs or astartes like humans can?

Do they have the muscle density of an eldar and the build of a human (effectively astartes strength), or do they have the build of an eldar with the muscle density of a human (grot strength)?

>>26510281
Officially half-Eldar have been retconned as impossible. Fanfically, whatever the writer desires.

>>26510281
Personally, I envisioned something that's somewhere in the middle of that sliding scale. Perhaps slightly in favor of eldar muscle density, but not much. As for psykers, I don't see why not really. Hell, a blank half-DEldar might be the most delicious bit of thought-heresy possible. Curse-wise...I would argue probably yes, simply because the Emperor certainly isn't going to shield their souls like he does for humans.


>>26510296
I think this bit from 1d4chan sums it up best:
> The fact that hedonism is the rule in Commorragh probably helps too. On that note, Dark Eldar society has a MUCH larger population of Eldar-human hybrids than anywhere else. What, you thought human slaves were only there for toil or torture? (Although rape by a Dark Eldar involves both of these things, so don't get your hopes up.)

Course, I'm also happy to see Squats back in the canon, so take that as you will.

>>26510458
Do hybrids offer any useful traits or characteristics that regular clone-eldar can't do better?

I'm looking for an excuse for a half-DEldar heavy kabal.

>>26510541

*shrug* more than likely not. Maybe a slightly better test against disguising themselves as either race in particular. Oh, they also cause Matt Ward to rage, so there's that.

>>26510565
I think I might go with the idea that they have near eldar aptitude for psyker arts without the curse restraining them. So they are all potentially warlocks if they can find someone to train them.

>>26510541
Look, I already said, as long as you're breaking current canon like a twig, do whatever the fuck you want.

>>26510296
I don't recall them ever officially being retconned, just relegated to never being talked about either way status. Kinda like Chaos Orks

>>26510458
1d4chan is disgustingly opinionated fanon. Take everything claimed as fact on that site with a fistful of salt.

>>26512689
I think the official stand is that almost all hybrids are born horribly mutated ad die in infancy. That said, Black Library(which is confirmed for canon) has a few hybrid characters, so they are possible.

>>26512804
There's also a half-eldar Necromunda character. And everyone's favorite Ultramarine astropath.

>>26512876
indeed. so I'd guess probably an 80-95% mortality rate. maybe higher, but GW is rather vague about their universe. Still, there's plenty of chance for members of different races to be genetically compatible

>>26512751
Which is why I chose to quote it over our favorite SM hybrid (>>26512876)

In other news, I think the only thing remaining to do on my end is to track down a drawfag or two, along with writing a side-arc or two. Any requests/suggestions?

Sage since the thread's been up since Monday, and I'm sure people are tired of seeing it by now.

>>26513026
Humans and Eldar were also allegedly made from the same genetic stock by the Old Ones if Im not mistaken.

>>26513066
Why did the Old Ones bother creating humans when they made the far superior Eldar on their first try?

>>26514285
I think they were supposed to be a middle point between orks and eldar? Or maybe a slow-grown project. I might even be wrong about that little tidbit.