#Altansar
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New Year New Army(s) Test paints done and I’m happy with how they turned out.
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Survivor.
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Eldarii Autarch, in Craftworld Altansar Saim Hann color scheme (same as the cover art for the faction's codex). Feel free to C&C
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Baby I want you to lore dump everything you know about skell daddy trazyn because that would turn me the fuck on so hard
Trazyn the Infinite? Oh God.
Prior to Bio-Transference Trazyn was a simple Necrontyr scribe and Chief Archivist who oversaw the mummification of the Necrontyr Phaerons.
According to the lore he can't remember mostd of his past life due to self-installed protection protocols, most likely to prevent him from going insane.
He often misremembers much of his past, such as the fact he insists he was physically forced into Biotransference when others, such as Orikan, claim he embraced it.
He awoke from the Great Sleep prematurely and during that same time sought to expand his collection, he claimed that he would share it with the rest of his race when they awoke, hint, he didn't.
While he is officially a member of the Nihilakh Dynasty he operates independently, having alienated himself from other Necrons and is known to be persona non grata to the Sautekh Dynasty.
Even then he is barely tolerated by the Nekthyst Dynasty due to the services he is capable of providing, personally I wouldn't trust him farther than I could huck him.
Trazyn's philosophy of preserving the past is most likely due to his past as an archivist, a quite devoted one, but due to his protection protocols on his memory the need to preserve the past became something far more, well, all I can say is he's the best Pokémon trainer in the 41st millennium.
Trazyn is by nature what the Blood Ravens wish they were, a true Magpie, he is known to hold many technologies and relics that are so rare to say they are priceless is an understatement.
His nature also means that while he hates exploring the galaxy, his desire to gather artifacts forces him to go out among the riffraff.
However, like the true neet he is, he often sends copies of himself to do his work for him, which annoys Trazyn's enemies to no end as they discover the Necron they've slain is not him but a body double.
Best part is, when his enemies do find these body doubles it is most often a trap laid by Trazyn, so he can break in and steal their shit.
For instance, he has tried on two occasions to swipe the Spear of Vulkan from the Salamanders Forgefather, he failed miserably both times.
See, the cool thing about Trazyn, is that his collection is perfectly preserved, using Necron time bases technology he stops, or rather slows his exhibits aging, many of his displays are very much alive, simply trapped in time.
Let us go over what he has stolen;
The last high council of Idharae Craftworld
An exhibit showcasing the massacres on Tragus
A warband of orks attacking an unknown blue-shelled invertebrate xenos species
The catacombs of Calth during the Underground War
An exhibit labeled the “Death of Lord Solar Macharius” which is one-tenth composed of Imperial Guardsmen who are 300 years from the wrong time period
A C’Tan shard that Trayzn has called the “source” of his power and the crown jewel of his collection
Wraithbone choir of Altansar
Preserved head of Sebastian Thor
Ossified husk of an Enslaver
A giant man wearing baroque Power Armour
Brother Cassiel of the Blood Angels, seconded to the Deathwatch. His face was frozen in a moment of fear
Carnac World Spirit shrine
Acabrius War Catachan regiments
A temporal device containing the Tyranid invasion of Vuros, which had been sparked by Trayzn himself (Disposed of after several full-scale battles caused by Tyranid breakouts)
Horus Heresy-era Ultramarines
Vostroyan Firstborn Regiments
Lost Tanith Regiments
Salamanders thought lost during the Klovian disaster
A Custodes
Inquisitor Greyfax and her retinue (escaped)
The Bell of Saint Gersthal (disposed of after causing irreparable damage to his forces and collection)
A twelve foot tall Krork in power armor more advanced than Astartes Power Armor
A damaged but still functioning Webway portal
A troupe of Harlequins
A massive stock of uncorrupted Emperor’s Children geneseed (traded to Fabius Bile)
A perfect clone of the Primarch Fulgrim prior to his chaos corruption
And much more.
Hell during the 13th black Crusade Trazyn helped Cadia fight off Chaos, not out of wanting to aide humanity but because a Chaos outbreak would impede his collect-a-thon.
He stuck a Tau diplomat in a jar because he'd never had a species send a diplomat before, so it was unique.
Point is, if you have a unique coin, never again minted, he will most likely torch your planet, or sector of the galaxy, if you don't hand it over.
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Ancient Secrets.
In the deepest winds of the Webway, a Jetbike passed through a gate and entered real space again after weeks of intense navigation. There was a signal you see, shooting out into the void and repeating for any that could hear it. Six words in the oldest and most archaic ancient Aeldari repeating like a plea into the infinite night.
"We cannot escape. Send aid now."
The message troubled Rishaeron deeply, so much so he had spent multiple Terran weeks blazing a trail to the dessicated planet it emerged from. Did some of his ancestors yet live? Had the warp relented and an undiscovered Craftworld burst into reality like cursed Altansar? There were enough questions to answer that the Ranger made the journey despite warnings from Ulthwé.
Now finally on the planet in question, Rishaeron leaves the Shroudrunner and continues towards the origin of the signal on foot. Above, twin suns beat down a spiteful, foreboding heat and beneath his feet a trillion trillion grains of sand shifted like he was walking through a cosmic hourglass. He checked his compass and clicked his tongue when his anxiety was confirmed, the signal was indeed originating from the only landmark on the horizon: a pyramid complex of windbeaten buildings.
Shaking the growing sense of unease like a shawl from his shoulders, Rishaeron breathed deep and marched towards the signal.
@striding-necron
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Finished up an Aeldari Farseer I had laying around for years, this is the fourth model I've ever painted and I'm pretty satisfied with the result. I've wanted to start a Craftworld Altansar army since I heard about them and this is as close as I could get to their color scheme with the paints I had.
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Spotted (and correctly id) Altansar out in the wild
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She had heard the screams of the dead. It came to her in a dream, a nightmare, and so it was that she thought of it only as that. But something was amiss. Even awake, she could hear them faintly, her feet guiding her without her consciously knowing close to the source of anguish.
She had heard the screams of the dead. And as she got closer to its source, she could also see flashes. Flashes of their past lives. Flashes of their current captors. She could smell in the air the stench she knew very well of the Warp. She knew, to her cold realisation, that those two things were related.
She had heard the screams of the dead. Weaving her powers around her she became virtually unnoticeable, and used that to her advantage. She found the place where those vile rituals took place, and the cold feeling she had had in her stomach turned into vitriolic fire that could not be contained. She entered that place, still weaved in shadows and power, and blew up the door of one of the rooms inside with her focused anger and will, as the cultist, mon’keigh, began to get up, with a gesture of her staff she threw three against the wall, with a cracking sound that could either be their bones, the wall itself, or both.
She’d make them scream as they had made her kin.
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“If you would ever see peace again, make war now with all your hearts!”
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Continued from here:
"Altansar didn't."
He replied, visibly uncomfortable by the direction their conversation was going.
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Love Altansar's lore. Humbled after 10000 years of survival in the warp.
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Trying to decide on a colour scheme for my new Eldar. Narrowed it down to 4 and am now stumped on the final call.
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Thank you all for the feedback! It was a difficult call for me but the winner is...
Iybraesil!
It came down to it or the purple Altansar, but their pale as death and whisper voices made them too close to my Anvils of the Heldenhammer
So Iybraesil with harlequin allies.
Gonna need some Banshees.
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Introduction:
Alarith of Altansar
Alarith laid out a bedroll next to the fire he had been maintaing, listening the the chorus of the surrounding fauna with a content expression for several moments before finally taking a seat on the bedroll and making himself as comfortable as he could, though he did not complain as he had shunned the comforts of the Craftworlds willingly and without hesitation after succumbing to his own wanderlust.
Not too long after he had became lost within the confines of his own thoughts, he heard the faintest of rustling in the nearby foliage and reached for his long rifle.
+Who approaches?+
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Had a game of Soulstorm Ultimate Apocalypse, played Craftworld Altansar, made 10 Phantom Titans (the big ones) and a Vampire Raider. This is perfectly fair and legal.
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Still a way to go, but not bad for about 5 hour's work.
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