TALISMAN OF ANDAHIL

Stepping forward below the hunched archwork of the ancient Eldar building of the former Eldar settlement, Tyross approached Andahil. The ancient Eldar building had stood for millennia, and was located just south of the unholy chaos Warp gate. The massive building was a massive dome. The outskirts of the dome itself lay a small woodland area, and were but two entrances to the dome itself, to the north east and to the south, each with a sweeping curve that formed the doorways. Andahil had always wondered about the purpose of this barren and seemingly useless Eldar building.

The white flowing robes of the old Cha'Los Farseer guarded well against the chilling wind that blew between the old archways. "Why did you call me here?" enquired Andahil, his eyes trying to pierce the jeweled eyes of the ghosthelm.

"There will come a time when you will have to fight, fight the evils within your own kin, within your own mind. It is not for me to say at this time what may come to pass," the cold tones of the Farseer gave away more then the Farseer knew. "You think the taint of chaos may run deep in our ranks?" asked Andahil whilst hiding the shock of the Farseer's statement. "Maybe, maybe the taint may be within you, my castings are a little shrouded in this area."

"So is there anything to be done to prevent this?" demanded Andahil, his voice raising in pitch and tone as he spoke. "Certainly, but there are only one certain path to prevent this, the first, leave this world and let it fall to it's own path. But we shall have to counter this closer the time as the castings become clearer." Andahil could almost see the Farseer's eyes lower as his voice slipped away.

Flooding his ears, Andahil could only hear a single, continuous stream of sylables flow from Tyross lips behind the ghosthelm, then he noticed the Farseer's hand outstretched across an empty patch of ground. Leaping back in astonishment as a pale blue Eldar rune begun to glow beneath the Farseer's hand.

Glancing up to get a fuller picture of this ancient place, he could see that the rune marked the exact center of the ancient room, and above it, an ancient Eldar dome had been erected above it. From this, he knew that the nearly destroyed building still hide some darker secrets that only the Eldar knew about.

Looking down again at the rune, he had noticed it had changed and was slowly growing. From out of the ground, broke a slender arm of wraithbone, blue in colour, then another. Within a two minutes, a small pillar of wraithbone branches had grown beneath the Farseer's hand.

As Tyross finally finished in incantation, the energy that had once washed over the wraithbone pillar was gone. As the Fire Warriors around Andahil looked on in disbelief as to the Eldar magic, Andahil stepped forward. Pulling his hand back slowly, Tyross turned to leave. "Take it, Andahil, it will protect you from the evil, for a while..."