I was never much one for fast speed and ferocity, for I was more or less focusing on striking...
Ride On, And Live Forever (Eldar Windrider SI)
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I was never much one for fast speed and ferocity, for I was more or less focusing on striking from a safe distance with extreme precision. But in my new life, something changed within me. Amongst the warrior clans of Saim Hann, I grew up in another life as both a Warrior and Artisan, learning both crafts till I had mastered them.
And then, I met the Windriders.
At the height of my first battle, I witnessed them as they cut a bloody swathe through the hordes of Chaos. It was almost like watching something out of a good Warhammer movie, except that I was apart of the act. After the battle was said and done, I immediately began to hone my craft in the art of riding the Jetbike.
It was...Trial and Error at first, and my trial ended with me crashing into the Howling Banshee temple. That wasn't fun explaining to my friends, even if one of the Banshees thought I was cute.
But let's move on from that, I've got more to tell.
After I had honed my art to the point of personal perfection, I continued on the path of a Windrider while simultaneously working on my personal interests in the meantime. That, and I liked to just ride without my helmet on to feel the wind in my face as I blow off some steam. Some peace to myself in a time of constant war, and I cherished every moment of it.
Peace was a rare commodity in these times, so one must treasure each moment like it'll be their last. At least, that's what I thought about the entire situation.
As I was writing my thoughts down, I sensed someone standing in the doorway of my room. Raising my head from my work, I noticed an old friend of mine. He was tall compared to most Eldar, and his hair was a shining gold, offset by opal eyes. Elkin was both my mentor and a close friend, and dare I say Brother in Arms?
"Eachann, the Autarch has called for the Riders once more." Rising from my desk, there was a calm smile on my face as I shook his hand and joined him in his walk towards the staging grounds. "Ever since Yvraine became allies with Guilliman, our people now fight alongside the Imperium." Elkin explained, since I feigned ignorance and asked him what was going on. "Our Autarch has told us of a battle we must fight, alongside children of the Khan and Angel."
Hmm, that was interesting. We fight alongside Successors of the White Scars and Blood Angels, that's either a really good or bad thing depending on the Chapters involved. If it was say, Storm Lords and Lamenters, then this will be amazing. But if it's something else and the Flesh Tearers, then things might go south.
"Interesting..." I mused as we arrived at the Staging Grounds, and I grabbed my War Mask and weaponry before finding my Jetbike amongst the others. It was a simple task, as I had personalized my mount with artistic depictions of trees and marks of my favored divines. Marks of Lileath, Kurnous, Isha, and Vaul decorated the handles while the forefront of it was covered with small branches. The color started as a bright red, before fading to white the closer it got towards me.
All in all, it was mine and mine alone.
But I wasn't the only one who decorated their crafts, as Elkin and the others who served with me had decorated theirs similarly. Elkin had a more calm design, as his had depictions of the oceans painted on his. The others often had sayings or battle cries painted on theirs, and they were often saying one thing.
'Death is Swift' was the most common among them, and others were variations or what have you.
As Elkin and I finished setting up, we were off to wherever the Winds Of Fate would take us. I only had one thing to say about all of it, and it was but a simple sentence.
I will Ride On, and Live Forever.
...
As we neared the planet, my mind turned to my previous life. Was that even real, or was I simply going mad imagining what could have been if I was human? I knew not the answer, and I remained silent and pondering it as were drew closer and closer to battle.
Our objective was to link up with Bhaltair Cross and Timur, the Commanders of the Astartes Forces deployed upon the world of Tyr. I knew little of Bhaltair and Timur, but from what my allies told me they were most likely going to welcome us rather than shoot us.
Which was always a plus in my book.
I just hope this wasn't a mistake.
...
Author's Note: Hello there! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Ride On. In this story, I will meet great foes and greater allies as I stumble through the world of Warhammer 40k. Will I survive, or will I die horribly in battle?
That is up to the dice to decide, and I wish myself luck. But hey, could be worse am I right? I could've started out as a Commorragh Slave, now that would win the world record of 'Shortest SI' ever.
But anyways, the next chapter will be posted sometime tomorrow or the day after.
And then, I met the Windriders.
At the height of my first battle, I witnessed them as they cut a bloody swathe through the hordes of Chaos. It was almost like watching something out of a good Warhammer movie, except that I was apart of the act. After the battle was said and done, I immediately began to hone my craft in the art of riding the Jetbike.
It was...Trial and Error at first, and my trial ended with me crashing into the Howling Banshee temple. That wasn't fun explaining to my friends, even if one of the Banshees thought I was cute.
But let's move on from that, I've got more to tell.
After I had honed my art to the point of personal perfection, I continued on the path of a Windrider while simultaneously working on my personal interests in the meantime. That, and I liked to just ride without my helmet on to feel the wind in my face as I blow off some steam. Some peace to myself in a time of constant war, and I cherished every moment of it.
Peace was a rare commodity in these times, so one must treasure each moment like it'll be their last. At least, that's what I thought about the entire situation.
As I was writing my thoughts down, I sensed someone standing in the doorway of my room. Raising my head from my work, I noticed an old friend of mine. He was tall compared to most Eldar, and his hair was a shining gold, offset by opal eyes. Elkin was both my mentor and a close friend, and dare I say Brother in Arms?
"Eachann, the Autarch has called for the Riders once more." Rising from my desk, there was a calm smile on my face as I shook his hand and joined him in his walk towards the staging grounds. "Ever since Yvraine became allies with Guilliman, our people now fight alongside the Imperium." Elkin explained, since I feigned ignorance and asked him what was going on. "Our Autarch has told us of a battle we must fight, alongside children of the Khan and Angel."
Hmm, that was interesting. We fight alongside Successors of the White Scars and Blood Angels, that's either a really good or bad thing depending on the Chapters involved. If it was say, Storm Lords and Lamenters, then this will be amazing. But if it's something else and the Flesh Tearers, then things might go south.
"Interesting..." I mused as we arrived at the Staging Grounds, and I grabbed my War Mask and weaponry before finding my Jetbike amongst the others. It was a simple task, as I had personalized my mount with artistic depictions of trees and marks of my favored divines. Marks of Lileath, Kurnous, Isha, and Vaul decorated the handles while the forefront of it was covered with small branches. The color started as a bright red, before fading to white the closer it got towards me.
All in all, it was mine and mine alone.
But I wasn't the only one who decorated their crafts, as Elkin and the others who served with me had decorated theirs similarly. Elkin had a more calm design, as his had depictions of the oceans painted on his. The others often had sayings or battle cries painted on theirs, and they were often saying one thing.
'Death is Swift' was the most common among them, and others were variations or what have you.
As Elkin and I finished setting up, we were off to wherever the Winds Of Fate would take us. I only had one thing to say about all of it, and it was but a simple sentence.
I will Ride On, and Live Forever.
...
As we neared the planet, my mind turned to my previous life. Was that even real, or was I simply going mad imagining what could have been if I was human? I knew not the answer, and I remained silent and pondering it as were drew closer and closer to battle.
Our objective was to link up with Bhaltair Cross and Timur, the Commanders of the Astartes Forces deployed upon the world of Tyr. I knew little of Bhaltair and Timur, but from what my allies told me they were most likely going to welcome us rather than shoot us.
Which was always a plus in my book.
I just hope this wasn't a mistake.
...
Author's Note: Hello there! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Ride On. In this story, I will meet great foes and greater allies as I stumble through the world of Warhammer 40k. Will I survive, or will I die horribly in battle?
That is up to the dice to decide, and I wish myself luck. But hey, could be worse am I right? I could've started out as a Commorragh Slave, now that would win the world record of 'Shortest SI' ever.
But anyways, the next chapter will be posted sometime tomorrow or the day after.
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Blades Of Saim Hann
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Elkin and I were the first off of the Dropship, and the planet we were on was a nice place to be. Shining plains of gold and emerald forests decorated the landscape, and I made a mental note to sketch them later on. After our landing, Elkin took the lead as our Jetbikes passed through the undergrowth and plains of the world.
If I recall, Elkin told me that the Imperials called this place 'Camelon'. There were people on par with most feudal worlds, but it was also protected by an Imperial Knight House and Penal Legion. However the majority of their forces were elsewhere, meaning that Space Marine Chapters would be the spearhead of our fighting force.
Which sort of made sense to my mind, yet why didn't they call the Guard instead? Call some Vostroyans, maybe Savlar if you're desperate enough. Sometimes I question the Imperial's sanity, then quickly shut it out of my mind before I go mad.
Doing a double check of my weapons, I nodded in satisfaction as I had my Shuriken Pistol, a few grenades, and my Jetbike had its twin linked Shuriken Catapults. Everything seemed to be in order, though I wished I had a lance like the Shining Spears. That would be perfect, but I'm not exactly ready to commit to that life yet.
Perhaps after this battle, I'll join them to defend the Craftworld. But I am still keeping the paint job, I worked my fingers to the bone day and night to make it the work of art it is.
As we rode through the fields, rain started to fall upon us. It wasn't much of a hindrance, in fact it was quite pleasant to ride through it. Drops impacted my helmet, and I simply kept riding through the rain as I bobbed and weaved through the trees. If I was human, I would've never have done this due to my fear of pain. But now, with enhanced skills and agility, it was child's play for me.
"We'll be upon the Imperials' camp in a few minutes, simply follow me." Elkin turned left, and we followed until the camp came into sight. It was a ramshackle thing, hastily built and wearing down in the rain. To my surprise there were Vostroyans, and among them were Astartes Chapters I've never heard of. The first Chapter's heraldry was a dark blue, and their pauldrons were painted dark gray with black trim. There was a black hound depicted on their left, and it was quite nice.
The second Chapter had an umber heraldry, with bronze pauldrons and a falcon painted upon their shoulder. It was interesting to look at, and I appreciated the craftsmanship put into the design.
As we slowed our rides down, two figures emerged from the tent closest to the entrance. One was clad in the armor of the first Chapter, and the other was clad in the umber brown of the second. Elkin dismounted, and we followed suit to make sure that our allies were truly who they said they were.
"Hail Craftworlders," The first one began, and he didn't look half bad. His hair was a bit shaggy, and his armor reeked of blood. "I am Bhaltair Cross, Lord of the Storm Hounds." His armor was just as decorated as the rest, with a simple cloak draped around his shoulders. There was a titanic sword resting on his back, and I could feel something radiating from it.
The one next to him spoke afterwards, and I noticed that he was quite notable. His black hair was wild and untamed, tied off into a knot that trailed behind him. There was also a goatee similar to Jaghatai's, and like his Primarch there was a scar going diagonally across his face. "I am Timur, Master of the Umber Falcons." Timur then stuck out his hand, and I shook it. "It is an honor to fight alongside you, Eldar."
"Likewise Imperial, may our blades find our enemies rather than each other." After shaking his hand, I sent a message to the Autarch that our meeting had gone without fail. It would only be a matter of time till my fellow Craftworlders join us, and then the true battle can begin.
But not before I do some sketching, this place is a goldmine for art!
...
I spent some time sketching pictures underneath the safety of a tent, my pen dancing upon the paper in a blur. There were a few Vostroyans who watched me sketch, and I paid them no heed as I was caught in the throes of artistic expression.
Elkin was next to me, sharpening his blade while humming a tune. We continued our respective skills, oblivious to the world. But that changed after the sound of our Autarch arriving at the camp's entrance, and so I stowed my sketchbook and Elkin readied his blade.
Walking through the rain, I stepped in the line that had formed in front of the Autarch's ship. Moments after, the Autarch stepped out of the ship with her sword and Fusion Pistol sheathed. Her helmet was similar to ours, which were rounded and more reflective than others.
It seems that things will get interesting soon, but as for now. I'm content to wait for the battle, since I have better things to do. Like art, or perhaps I can work on practicing my accuracy.
If I recall, Elkin told me that the Imperials called this place 'Camelon'. There were people on par with most feudal worlds, but it was also protected by an Imperial Knight House and Penal Legion. However the majority of their forces were elsewhere, meaning that Space Marine Chapters would be the spearhead of our fighting force.
Which sort of made sense to my mind, yet why didn't they call the Guard instead? Call some Vostroyans, maybe Savlar if you're desperate enough. Sometimes I question the Imperial's sanity, then quickly shut it out of my mind before I go mad.
Doing a double check of my weapons, I nodded in satisfaction as I had my Shuriken Pistol, a few grenades, and my Jetbike had its twin linked Shuriken Catapults. Everything seemed to be in order, though I wished I had a lance like the Shining Spears. That would be perfect, but I'm not exactly ready to commit to that life yet.
Perhaps after this battle, I'll join them to defend the Craftworld. But I am still keeping the paint job, I worked my fingers to the bone day and night to make it the work of art it is.
As we rode through the fields, rain started to fall upon us. It wasn't much of a hindrance, in fact it was quite pleasant to ride through it. Drops impacted my helmet, and I simply kept riding through the rain as I bobbed and weaved through the trees. If I was human, I would've never have done this due to my fear of pain. But now, with enhanced skills and agility, it was child's play for me.
"We'll be upon the Imperials' camp in a few minutes, simply follow me." Elkin turned left, and we followed until the camp came into sight. It was a ramshackle thing, hastily built and wearing down in the rain. To my surprise there were Vostroyans, and among them were Astartes Chapters I've never heard of. The first Chapter's heraldry was a dark blue, and their pauldrons were painted dark gray with black trim. There was a black hound depicted on their left, and it was quite nice.
The second Chapter had an umber heraldry, with bronze pauldrons and a falcon painted upon their shoulder. It was interesting to look at, and I appreciated the craftsmanship put into the design.
As we slowed our rides down, two figures emerged from the tent closest to the entrance. One was clad in the armor of the first Chapter, and the other was clad in the umber brown of the second. Elkin dismounted, and we followed suit to make sure that our allies were truly who they said they were.
"Hail Craftworlders," The first one began, and he didn't look half bad. His hair was a bit shaggy, and his armor reeked of blood. "I am Bhaltair Cross, Lord of the Storm Hounds." His armor was just as decorated as the rest, with a simple cloak draped around his shoulders. There was a titanic sword resting on his back, and I could feel something radiating from it.
The one next to him spoke afterwards, and I noticed that he was quite notable. His black hair was wild and untamed, tied off into a knot that trailed behind him. There was also a goatee similar to Jaghatai's, and like his Primarch there was a scar going diagonally across his face. "I am Timur, Master of the Umber Falcons." Timur then stuck out his hand, and I shook it. "It is an honor to fight alongside you, Eldar."
"Likewise Imperial, may our blades find our enemies rather than each other." After shaking his hand, I sent a message to the Autarch that our meeting had gone without fail. It would only be a matter of time till my fellow Craftworlders join us, and then the true battle can begin.
But not before I do some sketching, this place is a goldmine for art!
...
I spent some time sketching pictures underneath the safety of a tent, my pen dancing upon the paper in a blur. There were a few Vostroyans who watched me sketch, and I paid them no heed as I was caught in the throes of artistic expression.
Elkin was next to me, sharpening his blade while humming a tune. We continued our respective skills, oblivious to the world. But that changed after the sound of our Autarch arriving at the camp's entrance, and so I stowed my sketchbook and Elkin readied his blade.
Walking through the rain, I stepped in the line that had formed in front of the Autarch's ship. Moments after, the Autarch stepped out of the ship with her sword and Fusion Pistol sheathed. Her helmet was similar to ours, which were rounded and more reflective than others.
It seems that things will get interesting soon, but as for now. I'm content to wait for the battle, since I have better things to do. Like art, or perhaps I can work on practicing my accuracy.
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