Campaign Result: Aftermath of Tellas Morn, Eldar

When Allar-El found her he found he was immensely relieved to see her still standing, Anaris had suffered several wounds but seemed to have been stabilised and was now at the head of her Banshee handmaidens who had formed a circle around the remains of one of the fortifications the Mon-Keigh had destroyed in their attack.
There appeared to be a single warrior, his clumsy weapons clearly exhausted he had drawn a large blade and still seemed to be looking for an opening in the guard of the Aspect Warriors, remarkable the stubbornness of these creatures. He was readying the command in his mind for the Banshee to simply open fire and end his life when Anaris turned to him and steadied his mind.
“Aneith” The farseers thought instantly diffused with the use of his peacetime name, from anyone else it would have been an immense breach of authority to use it in this time and place, but Anaris knew the effect it would have and meant no lack of respect from it. “This creature, primitive and crude though it is has at least earned to die as a warrior, at least let me grant him that” With that she removed her helm, her eyes burned like Emerald stars and her blazing red hair unfolded down around her shoulders. Emotion welled up in Allar-El as Anaris knew it would, she knew he would eventually surrender to her request and the action was purely for her own benefit to feel his response, she truly was a child of Khaine, a terrifying beauty with pale porcelain skin and a grace to be marvelled at even among their kind. She had come so close to taking up the mantle of Exarch in the largest Banshee shrine on Ulthwe but had withdrawn, a fact he was always thankful of knowing that an Exarch would have no time for what they had come to share.
She sensed his smile and acceptance even with his Ghosthelm in place and he heard the sound of her ornate blade once again being drawn from it’s sheath as he turned away to return to what was left of the council chamber to plan their next move.

It was only a short time after his own arrival that Anaris arrived, despite her wounds she had clearly cut the Mon-Keigh down in short order.
“Anaris, you must assemble a force from our remaining troops to head out into the ruins and find a replacement webway stone, only then will we be able to retreat to our fortress Belein-Tor and gather the forces to drive these fools from this place.”
“Indeed Aneith, it would appear this time Inquisitor Grey has brought more or the Imperium’s Battle Maidens, the ones I fought seemed to burn with some kind of power, their armour proving almost impenetrable while their blades struck with the kind of precision I would normally reserve for our own kin, we must tread carefully Aneith for these warriors may prove to be a more deadly foe than even their ‘Space Marines’ ” she struggled with their crude language, its guttural sound a complete antithesis to her grace.
Not for the first time Allar-El felt his darker impulses welling within him, if he drew upon the more destructive energies within him he could have perhaps struck down these warriors before Anaris was even forced to intervene, the dark song rose to crescendo as his mind began to formulate the patterns to turn his powers against these upstart creatures, the time for subtleties was done, he would show them the true power of a Farseer turned to war…