The Rise and fall of Rebaris

[LesserEvil]

Here is some fluff that I had written a while back (when I was playing eldar) it goes from start (how I started) to how I ended. I just need some tips and revisions so any opinions or suggestions as well as critiques and statements would be much appreciated.

PS. I can never seam to edit this to my liking please help me out.

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Part I
Deep within the Biel-Tan Craftworld, the Dark Reaper Exarch prepared himself for battle. This was his first battle in 200 years. Readying himself he began no done the ancient armor. With every peace that he put on, he changed becoming the one they call Rebaris the Destroyer. He was well known among his kind, respected by many in the Swordwind. As the ancient Exarch put on his armor he picked up his Reaper Launcher and began moving toward the rest of the battle group. Joining his fellow Reaper’s he began to issue orders.
“You eight will follow me” on our wave serpent “we will be providing cover for our brethren against the cursed Mon-keigh. Unfortunately I see that you hesitate, never fear your souls are safe with me, and we will deal death to our enemies, no matter what else happens.”
And with that the Eldar taskforce began their journey through the warp. Traveling to a distant planet, a planet that needed no name.
Upon exiting the portal the Reapers found themselves looking down at a massive battlefield. They saw Howling Banshees charge headlong into Imperial guardsman, hacking slashing the squad to peaces. Everywhere the Reapers looked the Eldar were outnumbered 3:1.
Seeing the carnage Rebaris pointed at the advancing imperial guards men, and ordered the reapers to fire. Within seconds the Imperial guardsman were shredded into nothing as the ground became littered with the remainders of their broken body’s. The Exarch pointed again at a distant flash of light, coming from a near by forest. There he thought must be cowardly enemy. Focusing his thought he ordered the reapers to fire again. And was instantly rewarded with an image of the tree line being reduced to smoldering ashes. Turning his attention back on the battlefield Rebaris told the Reapers to form into groups of 3 and to open fire.
Seeing the Striking Scorpions come under fire Rebaris targeted the Imperial lines and told his 2 accompanying reapers to fire. Immediate results followed, 6 guardsmen were incinerated, making the rest duck into cover. That alone allowed to Scorpions jump into the Mon-Keigh ranks, slaughtering anyone that dared to challenge them.
The battle raged on for 3 hours until finally all of the insolent Mon-keigh were destroyed. But at what horrible coast though the reaper Exarch, looking around him seeing the hundreds of dead Eldar, lying on the ground. Signaling the surviving Reapers “Time return to the swordwind…”

Part II
I made my way out of the portal… then I reached home. My squad of 8 reapers got home unharmed, for now. Letting my mind roam i contacted a Warlock asking if i would be needed. ‘No, everything was under control,' the warlock replied. Saying, “Excellent extermination, you have done your duty, and can return home now.” I went to the shrine in order to remove my ancient armor.
After getting there, i was surprised to find Farsear Roand waiting for me.
“Long time no see my friend” Said the Farsear.
“Greetings, and welcome old friend, you well know that what’s mine is yours. What news have you brought?”
“Bad news I fear, your wife… she… she is gone. She fought bravely but was just overwhelmed by the Imperials.”
“How…? When…? <turns away> was there nothing that could be done?”
“No I am afraid not…”
<With Anger> “And her spirit Stone?”
“Do not worry she will join the Infinity circuit.”
<Turmoil of mixed emotions> “I need time, leave me…”
“I shall leave, but remember you are an Exarch your duty is to your people. I…”
No longer paying attention Rebaris’s mind wondered to the days long ago.
… A child playing…
… A boy being joined by a girl…
… Playing “cat’s cradle” with other faceless children…
… Running through the meadow, with her…
… Learning, with her…
… Reading, with her…
… Going to the shrine, with her…
… Loving her…
… Marring her…
Then it happened. WAR, joining the guardian’s together, we learned together, shared triumphs, and tragedies. Fought in battles, relaxed under the flawless skies.

Then for a long time nothing... we thought of it as peace, but the elders knew better. It will never last they said. And they were right. Joined together we answered the call of duty, we fought the onslaught of chaos together, killed together. She loving the rush of a close combat melee, she joined the howling banshees, becoming absorbed by all the bloodshed. Soon she excelled at fighting, at killing, she became an Exarch. Me feeling betrayed, left behind, I joined the dark reapers. Following the troops, killing to protect my beloved… then one day… my master died. Taking his armor I became the next Reaper Exarch. Together we battled for 400 years. We fought the humans, demons, aliens and our dark cousins. We had many victories, some bitter defeats. But through it all we were together.
Then again it happened peace, quiet, tranquility… all was destroyed as we were one’s again called into battle!

… that is when everything came crashing down…

Part III
Rebaris forced himself to remember his beloved. Before the battle, the way that she put on her armor, the way she prepared for combat, the way she fought. All of these things he was reminded of each time he looked at the Howling Banshees.
And then the Mon-Keigh came. They settled on a world that was not theirs, and for that they had to pay. That faithful day, he and his beloved were to ambush a Mon-Keigh convoy, wiping them out completely. Then they would have proceeded to the human city and kill each and every one of the pesky humans. Unfortunately the seers have not foreseen the Ork’s, those insolent fools attacked the planet, making the human’s double the strength of their convoy and making it go of its normal rout.
He still fondly remembered the gentile teasing of his beloved before they went through the web way portal. Remembering her last words, “Fight well my dear, for at the end of this day we shall count the number of Mon-Keigh heads that we had the privilege of collecting”.
Then the battle… and the humans, swarms and swarms of humans, <feeling of disgust> pitiful, frail, <with revulsion> disgusting creatures, <with anger> they all need extermination; they will all pay for her death.
And I, I alone and no other will deliver their judgment… I will be their doom; I will be the incarnation of Khaine himself on the battlefield. Their souls will all be at my mercy, and for eternity they will feel the pain and suffering as they get swallowed by she who thirsts.

Part IV
Coming back to himself Rebaris realized that he no longer had company. Farseer Roand was gone. Perhaps he sensed my anguish, my inner turmoil, and my overpowering urge to destroy. Each and every single second without her, my hatred for humanity intensifies.

Perhaps Roand had thought the same as me at that time perhaps he condoned my actions. I doubt that I shall ever know his reasons for letting me get sucked into a path of eternal violence.

<Thinking deeply> Perhaps it’s time, perhaps now I should join the court of the young king.

No, that would be most unwise, and I am no good in hand-to-hand combat. I will do what they cannot; I will deal death from above. I will kill all of the Mon-Keigh that dare to show them selves and I will stop at nothing to avenge the death of my beloved. No matter how many Mon-Keigh I have to kill I will not stop until her spirit, is avenged, or until we are together. <With Mad passion> To battle my brethren to battle I say, let us teach the cursed Mon-Keigh that Eldar fury has no bounds. Let us go and destroy the pitiful humans while we have the advantage.

Mwahahaha… there will be nothing left after I will get through with the pitiful humans! <Glancing around> I called for my warriors, where are my warriors! Where are they! <Collapses on the ground> Why have they deserted me? Can they not see that now I need them more then ever! Now I need their power… their power… <Begins to cry hysterically>

[LesserEvil]

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Part V

Rebaris grieved for days following the loss of his beloved, his mind torn between the light and shadow, good and bad, life and death. He thought of many things nearly attempting the unspeakable… but her thoughts her lovely presence would not let him stray from the Exarch path.

3 days after her death the call to battle sounded. And I rose from my vengeful slumber, to rain death upon the cursed Mon-Keigh. Calling my strongest reapers to battle I strode toward the warp portal determined to be the 1st one there. Urged by my inner demons to fill the air with the screams of the Mon-Keigh. I prepared to destroy anything and anyone who dared to stand in my way.

Upon arrival at a jungle planet I have discovered that our brothers from the Iyanden craftworld were already in place eagerly waiting our arrival. Looking around and noting that I was the senior Exarch present I ordered the only available Wraithlord to Move next to a river and ordered him to blast at the biggest target that could be found. Then I ordered to Scorpions and the Howling Banshees to Array themselves to meet the Mon-Keigh onslaught.

Seeing our fellow brethren move forward and meet the humans I ordered my warriors to prepare to attack, and kill anyone that came in or out of the nearby woods.

The things that came charging out of that infernal place I wish I could forget. For what I saw was a tidal waive of bugs charging straight out of the forest onto my command. And as they ran unchallenged right for my fellow brethren, I told my reapers to open fire, to kill anything that moved. To cleanse the earth from the presence of the foul beasts.

As I glanced to my left I saw our Iyaden companions destroying a human war machine, a dreadnought from the looks of it, then they opened fire on a group of heavily armored humans. Chaos resulted after that deathly volley as, human after human went down.

Meanwhile the Wraithlord fired at a giant floating monstrosity that appeared out of the forest, incinerating it completely. Following the honorable one’s example the Scorpions and the Banshees attacked the advancing Tyranid with unsurpassed fury, wiping out a large monster just moments after reaching the beast in close combat.

Upon the cliff near the battle I stood, watching for any opening in the close combat melee, finally seeing my chance I opened fire, and with me came a hail of missiles as the other reapers fired as well. It seamed that Khaine himself was with us that day as missile after missile exploded in the Tyranid ranks.

Sensing that their death was near the Tyranid monstrosities began to break, and run, and as they ran they were cut down by the might of the Swordwind. Following the Bugs example the humans ran as well, they ran as fast as they could but were cut down by the might of our Wraithguard brethren.

Seeing that the battle was ours I ordered the Aspect warriors to finish of any survivors, then collect the soul stones of our fellow warriors and withdraw through the web ways. 4 Striking Scorpions, and 5 wraithguard lost their lives that day, but our losses were insignificant compared to what we accomplished. A massive Human, Tyranid force had been obliterated, and we were free to return home...

Conclusion

Reaching My final destination, I no longer thought of the battle, instead my thoughts drifted off in another direction. Thinking of my dear beloved, I was rudely interrupted by Farsear Roand. “Rebaris, your presence is requested by the Farsear council.” I replied with the only reply I could give “very well, I shall arrive within the hour.”

Upon my arrival at the council’s chambers I have been greeted with, cool detached stares, their cold hard eyes were following my every move. “I have been summoned, and here I stand.” I announced in a loud booming voice. And an honorable farsear began speaking in an age old hollowed tone, “we have summoned you, for a reason, you who above all else kill for revenge. Such acts are frowned upon and you have known that, yet we have let you kill, hoping that against all odds you would move past the death of your beloved. It was our sincerest hope that you would not fall from grace, and yet you have. We can no longer tolerate your bloodthirsty ways. I… we have come to a final decision, and we wish to give you a choice on your future… You can ether leave forever, never to return to the craftworld. Or you can take a final mission and should you survive, you shall be purged of all your blood thirst, the choice is yours.” For me there really was nothing to consider, as they have left me little choice. “Very well I shall do what you have placed in front of me, I shall undertake whatever mission you will set in front of me.” For the first time in 100 years I was truly scared for what I saw in front of me, there I saw a vision of death unlike any other…

After returning from the life threatening fear that had overtaken me in the Farsear’s chambers I was ashamed of myself. For never before had I been so afraid in my long life. I knew right then and there that I would never make it out alive. For what I saw will forever leave a scar on my soul. I saw a monstrous swarm of insects charging toward eldar and human defenders. And I saw bug after bug in an never-ending swarm flowing toward the pitifully small resistance. I knew then and there that I had little time.

Shouting orders to assemble my war host, I felt pangs of regret for the life that I have wasted and the time that has passed me by.

An hour later I was standing near a massive Warp gate, watching my warriors assemble. With me was a force of 10 Reapers, 20 Striking Scorpions, 10 Howling Banshees, as well as 5 mighty Wraithguard and 1 honorable Wraithlord. I knew that we would not come back, but I said nothing. Perhaps my somber mood inspired my warriors, perhaps they thought that I would lead them on to victory. But they were wrong, and the split second before we entered the warp gate I felt a great weave of sorrow washing over me, for their lives would be lost in vain.

Ones we have reached the planet, we began our walk to the final bastion of resistance. What I saw there made my spirits sink to a new low. Of the humans, only a few tanks and a few men survived. And my Eldar brethren fared not much better. As I told my warhost to take their positions on the walls I knew that we had little time left before the battle. As the warriors got to their posts a loud booming noise was heard coming from a distance, and I saw 3 falcon gravity tanks, slowly retreating while firing every few seconds at the oncoming rush of tyranid monstrosities. Ordering my reapers to fire at will I saw what can only be described as wave after wave of bugs that lurched in the distant forest line and rushed at the defenders. Tanks fired, reapers fired, and bug after bug went down, but as fast as they died more and more rushed forth to take their place. And within minuets the first of the bugs reached the walls. Answering the bugs onslaught came fire from both human and Eldar defenders. As the bug bodies began to pile up they formed a ladder, which allowed even more bugs to reach the defenders…

Within half and hour the bugs have overwhelmed the wall, and yet pockets of resistance fought on. It seamed, as there was yet hope for the defenders until a giant red Monstrosity dropped from the sky. It killed 3 Wraithguard instantly and then slowly pulverized the rest. After that it was only a matter of time until the last defenders were slowly eaten alive…