Part 3: Eldanesh - Sedanus (father)

Sitting casually on his throne of human skin, Sedanus contemplated his next move. His previous campaign against Aagrokh the Punisher had drawn to a close when he beheaded the red skinned follower of Khorne atop his own false throne in front of his whole army of Northmen. From there his followers had fallen to pieces, their warlord dead; and with no chance of escape many had converted and swelled the ranks of Sedanus’s own rapidly growing force. Those who did not, Sedanus ordered sacrificed for the eternal pleasure of his deity. It was those men whose skin he now sat upon, creating a sensuous effigy of his glory and prowess in battle to remind those who had converted of their fate if they attempted to deceive him.

From an early age, he had been gifted with the ability to see and understand the desires of those before him, manipulating his rivals into difficult situations and using their worst fears to torture his more difficult foes. Seeing his father’s wish to strike him down had been hardest to bear, he understood the blame that was placed upon him when his mother died giving birth to him, but could not forgive his fathers thoughts of killing his only son. Sedanus had been left with no choice but to wrack him with physical and mental pain as a punishment, leaving him a wholly devoted disciple of Slaanesh in the Old World.

Even with the blessings of his god life had not been simple for this the msot beautiful of men. He had been in love once. Or believed so at the time at least. No single occurrence had hurt him more and he had already died twice. Yes, the woman had hurt him, but she had been useful. Three sons she had borne just as the prophecy had stated. The eldest, Lucius strong minded and gifted in all apsects of war, Seldan the man who would become one with the beast as a leader of the flanks and the youngest. The one who would turn.

If he had had his own way, he would never have let the boys grow past a day old. They were only irritating reminders of the woman whose screams did not blend with the harmonic music of life as did all of it’s other apsects. Even now he heard the very thoughts of men, he had quickly learnt to ignore the unimportant and focus on any he desired, or more precisely the desires of whom he chose to think of.

The music rose subito forte as Draahn-yaal appeared in front of him bowed on one knee out of the sky. Harmony returned slowly through a diminuendo of the energies of chaos being repelled by the natural barriers of this world.

“I told you to come by foot or wing.” Sedanus uttered without his mouth moving a milimeter.

Draahn-yaal looked up quickly, his harsh ashen coloured charcoal face tightening somewhat. His leathery wings folded neatly at his side and taloned hands securely hidden away so as no possible notion in his body could be conceived as threatening. It knew the price of angering it’s Lord.

“But the way of the mortals is demeaning...”

Fortissimo. Sedanus corporeal blood boiled, and he felt the bliss of anger sourse through in blissful timpany. He was all too used to the daemon servants granted to him by his master begrudging serving one who had once been a mortal. But this one had information he wanted.

“Tell me of them” he sang in perfect thirds with the passing wind. “You may stand.”

Draahn-yaal stood slowly, dropping his hands by his side, noting never to answer back his master again. He considered himself incredibly lucky to still be here. The punishments he could exact upon mortals or daemons were horrific, none were exempt.

“Master, they have just fought the warriors of the Old Ones, the lizards. It was a short affair, with the unprepared foe being caught unawares by the grace and beauty of your son’s fighting skills. They have come along well, lord. Seldan has been giften the steed and Lucius has mastered the chain...but some worrying news of the third...it is not fair that I receive punishment for bringing this message to you!” he realised this was the first slight feeling of panic he had experienced for maybe a thousand years, or was it yesterday?

“No. It is not. Continue, my friend.”

Sedanus feigned interest, but he knew what the news was to be. Asalan had turned from him. He tuned in to his desires as Draahn-yaal continued to tell the tale of the boy’s ritual to Khorne. Yes. He could sense it clearly. It had been part of the music already he just had not noticed it. It was larger than he had expected by far...it was beautiful he realised. Hatred. But not hatred as he knew it, a barely contained, ugly, animal aggression. And it was close.

“Draahn-yaal you have served me well, and it is not right for you to be punished for good work. However, I find you insulting to my previous mortality.” With this, Draahn-yaal was popped from existence to the dimension of his ultimate master. There would his torture begin.

“I thought wiping their memories would buy me so much more time” he sighed “Music is only as long as the original score.” He unflapped his huge wings and stood from the throne.

“Let’s go and meet my boys!”

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Here are the rules (totally legal) for the brothers Eldanesh. 1 Lord and two Hero choices.

                                 M   WS    BS    S    T    W    I    A    Ld
Lucius Eldanesh    4    8     3     6    5    3    8    7     9
       
Points: 331
Weapons: Lucius wields the Whip of Pleasure and the Sword of Might
Armour: The Armour of Damnation (4+)

SPECIAL RULES    
Will of the Dark Prince: Lucius is so devoted to his deity that nothing else matters in his journey to find the ultimate source of pleasure and pain. Lucius is immune to psychology.

MAGIC ITEMS
Whip of Pleasure: Lucius always strikes first in close combat. If any of the wielder’s opponents also strike first, revert to normal initiative.

Armour of Damnation: The Armour of Damnation is a suit of Chaos armour. In addition, any model attacking the wearer in close combat must re-roll successful rolls to hit.


                                     M    WS    BS    S    T    W    I    A    Ld
Seldan Eldanesh      4    7      3    5    4    2    7    4     8
Steed of Slaanesh    10    4      0    4    4    2    5    2     8

Points: 257
Weapons: Seldan wields a hand weapon and carries a shield
Armour: Chaos Armour

SPECIAL RULES    
Will of the Dark Prince: Seldan is so devoted to his deity that nothing else matters in his journey to find the ultimate source of pleasure and pain. Seldan is immune to psychology.
 
MAGIC ITEMS
The Crown of Everlasting Conquest:  Seldan has the regenerate ability

                                    M     WS     BS   S     T     W     I    A    Ld
Asalan Eldanesh      4       7       3     7     4     2     7    4     8

Points: 177
Weapons: Asalan wields the Slaughterer’s Blade and carries a shield
Armour: Chaos Armour

SPECIAL RULES    
Will of the Dark Prince: Asalan is so devoted to his deity that nothing else matters in his journey to find the ultimate source of pleasure and pain. Asalan is immune to psychology.

MAGIC ITEMS
Slaughterer’s Blade: The slaughterer’s blade is a great weapon except that it requires only one hand to wield it. For each wound inflicted roll a D6. Each roll of a 4+ heals one lost wound to the bearer.

Enchanted Shield: This magical shield grants the bearer a 5+ armour save, which combined with Asalan’s Chaos Armour, gives him a 2+ armour save.