Warhammer Reactions: Eldar

The galaxy shuddered at the alien phenomenon, tearing apart the fabric of reality without a single Warp surge. From nowhere—from the bone spires of craftworlds to the shadowy arenas of Commorragh, from the crystalline halls of the Black Library to the fetid depths of the Plague Garden—monolithic, utterly indestructible screens sprang into being. They were indestructible, radiating no psychic energy, yet continually broadcasting images and sounds of alien, unimaginable worlds.

In the silence of the craftworlds, the ancients contemplate the shimmering surfaces with cold arrogance and hidden anxiety, trying to discern signs of final doom in alien battles and unknown civilizations. In the Dark City, these panels have sparked a surge of paranoia and intense interest: rulers and assassins alike search the broadcasts for new forms of sophisticated torture or hidden threats to their dominance. The Harlequins greet the sightings with sarcastic laughter, turning the events into a new macabre play, while the followers of the death god see it as a signal of a coming awakening.

Even in captivity, where eternity is poisoned by rot, and in the deepest reaches of the web, the laughter and tears of ancient beings echo in every frame. Alien destinies, unfamiliar technologies, unknown forms of magic and war unfold before the eyes of a people who believed they knew everything about the universe. The Eldar watch the screens, unaware of the nature of the worlds shown, but filtering every moment through the prism of their own pride, tragedy, and fatalism.