Editing Idranel (section)

==Idranel the Badass Bitch==
The runes were cast, the paths of fate were spread before her and Farseer Idranel of Ulthwe saw bloodshed and suffering besetting worlds in a prelude to an alien feast. Her predictions had held true with typically unerring accuracy, and now her force was set to war.

"Who have they sent?" The Farseer asked as her seer stones floated gently down into her palm again, one at a time. The Warlock who had barely even entered the room paused a moment, wondering if he had walked in on something. His helmet hid his smile at his own response when realizing Idranel had simply seen him coming.

"The monkeigh response is small. A handful of Space Marines... The Blood Ravens" The Warlock reported, his battle-honed mind sensing immediately the change in the air.

"Then there should not be a problem. Their numbers are too small, they will not effect any change in our plans" Idranel stated with a veneer of calm, letting each stone fall from her hand into a pouch at her side.

"Even so, we should be wary" The Warlock counseled, "They have after all defeated Macha of Biel-Tan, as well as both Taldeer and C-"

"I am well aware of the Blood Raven's record with defeating those of our race incapable of keeping their ceremonial robes on," Idranel sharply interrupted. "Which is why I am promoting a radical new battle plan to defeat them amongst our own."

In spite of the sense that he would regret the question, the Warlock pressed to inquire what his Farseer meant.

"If you see a Mon-keigh, an Ork or even a Tyranid... kill it. DON'T TRY TO FUCK IT" and with those final words the satchel of seer stones was hurled against a nearby wall, sending the durable stones skittering out the top and all over the room, and in a moment the rictus of rage on Idranel's face softened back to one of stern command again, "Do I make myself clear?"

"Like the Dome of Seers," The Warlock answered, popping his collar up. "Crystal".

As the forces of Ulthwe emerged from the webway, Farseer Idranel leaned her light frame back against a tree, and conversed with the rangers who had come to the planet weeks in advance.

"My predictions foretold of a large garrison that needs to be destroyed," Idranel explained, "You tell me you have found it?"

"Yes my Farseer," the gentle, soft voice of the lead ranger answered. "A base of monkeigh citizen-soldiers. They seem alert as well. Listening in, it may be due to our presence on nearby worlds. I'll direct our listening equipment through so you can hear for yourself."

There was a gentle click, and then clear as though they were using it themselves the voices of conversing PDF guards began to be heard.

"So seriously, Eldar?"

"That's what they're sayin'."

"Oh man, seriously? I've seen holo-vids about them. They're lead by these psychics, and apparently the bigger their breasts the more powerful they are."

"Grox shit."

"It's totally true. Thing is, one look at human warrior and these bitches practically SHED their armour."

Minutes later, the Warlock emerged with several Guardian guided Bright Lance grav-platforms moving behind him. Idranel directed the battery to set up, and aim at a single point high up in the sky.

At a signal all fired at once, brilliant beams of light stabbing out into the sky, converging on something unseen.

Soon after the sight of a small speck billowing smoke became visible, streaking through the sky and disappearing down amongst the mountains. Where the PDF base was, the Warlock noted to himself.

"The mon-keigh base has just been hit by one of their shuttles crashing," the lead ranger suddenly announced. "The base is in a panic."

"Kill any of the primitives you see moving," Idranel stated coolly, "We shall move on to the next objective."

There was a sense of something strange in the air, and then the Warp Spider Exarch's form filled it as he leapt back to Farseer Idranel's side. For her part, the Eldar seer had finished divining their next best course of action, and their combined intelligence would see to their next path.

"The Orks only have rudimentary guard posted," The Exarch stated flatly. "If we move now we can take them all by surprise."

"Very well." Idranel nodded, "Set our forces up as per the command feed I'll give you shortly, we will put the barbarians out of our misery."

"So you won't be asking us to take one alive for you?" The Exarch quipped, and against all better sense continued when he saw Idranel's face twist into annoyed confusion, "Well, you are a Farseer of Ulthwe. They figure if you don't care for the monkeys you might have green fever."

"Just go and be ready," Idranel sighed, subtly pressing a few buttons before feeding the command positions to the Exatch, "We have no time for such ridiculous indulgences."

The battle progressed precisely as planned, though the Exarch never saw them progress that far, the Warlock finding him lying face down on the ground with a large trukk tire running over the back of his armour. The by-product of teleporting to the precise location at the precise time directed by his Farseer.

"... you knew... she'd do that... didn't you?" the Exarch gasped as the Warlock helped him to his feet.

"I didn't need seer powers to know that, no. Next time you take up one of our bets, jump in a little to the left," The Warlock answered simply, his collar popping of its own accord.