from an early age, Yrrthilien showed a budding talent for the art of music.On many occasions the youth would sit in the ancient halls of his home, the craftworld of Muirgaythh, playing songs of great passion and emotion to a captive audience.
As Yrrthilien grew older his talent blossomed as the greatest poets and songwrites in the eldar civilisation came to perform along side him teaching him all that they themselves had learnt from their ancestors. Yrrthilien was worshipped as one of the greatest musicians ever to have lived, but deep inside he was unhappy. The pround young eldar had played his name into history of his
people with his rhyme and verse but he longed to takehis music to those who would otherwise never hear its like. he wanted to experience the world beyond his ancestral home and drink from its overflowing cup of advanture. on a bright day in the summer cycle ofthe craftworld,Yrrthilien packed a few possessions of sentimental value and left his home.he had taken upon himself the role of a scout, a role that would give him the adventure he craved for, sending himon a journey that would take him to the furthest reaches of the galaxy.
For a number of years Yrrthilien travelled throughout the galaxy, struck with an irresistible
wanderlust that took him to many strange worlds where he sang great and powerful songs to their inhabitants,learning their tongues and dialects. all the while he would write songs and poems of his advantures to take back to his home. Yrrthilien was truly happy.
Eventually the adventurous bounty for which he had searched lost its hold on Yrrthilien and he began to feel the pangs of loneliness,he longed for the familiar halls and passages of his home and sound of sweet music flowing throughout. turning his small scout ship into the sloar winds, he began the long journey back to muirgaythh.After what seemed like an eternity, muirgaythh was in sigh, but why did it seem so still and lifeless and what of the hero's welcome he had expected?
No welcome came as he neared his home and nor would it, for reasons that became clear as
Yrrthilien stepped from his ship into the deserted landing bay.
Looking about him, Yrrthilien saw no sign of life, or any evidence that it had existed for along time.
As he moved from the landing bay into the corridor beyond a look of horror spread across his face. On the elaborately tiled floor lay the body of an eldar Guardian, all broken and bloody, his armour ripped open and scattered about as he looked up from the body he caught sight of another and yet another, all robbed of the gift of life and left bleeding on the floor.
Yrrthilien felf a knot in his stomach and tears come to his eyes but he did not cry, intead he began to sing. he sang as he yanked himself away from the grim signs of his dead kinsmen. he walked alone through the ancient halls and forest domes. he sang when he found no signs of life in the once bustling market plaza. he sang when he saw the symbol of the dread forces of slaanesh scrawled in blood on the shattered remain of a once great wraithguard. for days on end he wandered through the passages and corridors, all the time singing the song that filled his mind.
the words of a well written verse had always brought cheer to him but now he sang only a song of death and destruction and the demise of his people.
the once joyful youth turned from the scenes of death and began to walk back along the silent corridors to his ship it was then that he caught sight of a faint glow out of the corner of his eye. The glow was coming from was coming from beyond the smashed portal of the done of crystal seers. Yrrthilien moved cautiously towards the source of the light,on closer inspection he was amazed to find an unbroken waystone attached to an omate and ancient armoured suit and beside it a long curved sabre. Yrrthilien recognised these ancient artifacts as those used by his father and his father's father in times of dire circumstance and for a second he almost felt a feeling of joy in his heart. could it be true? that the foul hordes of chaos had overlooked these artifacts or were they indeed a gift from the dead? Yrrthilien carefully put on the ancient armour and held the helm before him placing it over his head a scream of ancient eldritch power filled the craftworld and the boy who was once Yrrthilien became merged with the memories of his ancesters, he was no longer just Yrrthilien, he was Yrrthilien Mournsong of muirgaythh lost.
With all that had happened,Yrrthilien wanted nothing more than to join his people in deaths embrace, but he was last of his kind and when he was gone there would be no trace of his proud kin,no stories,no hero's songs. he vowed that he would fight in the name of muirgaythh until a day when he could join them in honourable death. he would write great songs and tales about his kin
and sing their tale in battle, and when he,the last of his people was gone none would write great songs and tales about his kin and sing their tale in battle, and when he, the last of his people was gone none would forget the tragedy of muirgathh.
The once joyous bard left his home, turning his back on all that he remembered.All the joyful songs of his youth were now lost to him, never to return. with only the words of that death song echoing in his mind, Yrrthilien set out to find a heroic end.
such is the way of the song when the musicends, the song will cease to be.
The later life of Yrrthilien mournsong is a tragedy by nature,spent travelling around the galaxy in search of an honourable death in battle. he will offer his services as a warrior to any eldar commander worthy of his attention. Yrrthilien can often be seen speeding into battleon his customised jetbike singing his song of doom through a specially made sound amplification system. this system is based on the psycho- amplifying masks used by the warriors of the howling
Yrrthilien is so devoured by his grief and rage that he cannot leave the warrior path, which make,
to all intents and purposes, an exarch of his own personal warrior aspect. this is a path that he has followed for many a year and will probably never reach the end.
over the years Yrrthilien has been taught much in the art of warfare by some of the greatest eldar
leaders,one being Tathuanne stormreaver of the saim hann wild riders, who gave Yrrthilien the customised jetbike that he now rides into battle. this, however does nothing to ease his devil-may-care attitude towards life.
The Moon sabre of Thilienn
The moon sabre is the name of the power sword that was once used by Yrrthilien's father in the time he spent as a guardian, it was one of two artifacts that Yrrthilien managed to save from his home after the onslaught of slaanesh. the sword itself has a long heavy, curved blade blade with a single cutting edge, which many warriors would find difficult to use. however, Yrrthilien counters this with superb strength and dexterity, swinging the curved blade in a complex pattern as he screams into battle on his jetbike.
The second of two items salvaged from Yrrthilien's home is a suit of ancient and ornate armour once worn by his father and his father's father. Yrrthilien sees this item as a gift from the dead and always wears it in battle, letting the memories of his ancestors guide his actions.
The Screaming Gale
The screaming gale is the name Yrrthilien gives to the jetbike he so often rides into battle instead of the standed shuriken catapults, the gale has a complex array of sound resonation crystals fitted into the front faring and rear pods of the bike,these pods amplify the soundof Yrrthiliens already powerful voice to the point of being ultra-sonic and force it through a sound channelling device at the chosen target, inflicting damage to the nervous system causing near paralysis or painful, shuddering death.
stats Yrrthilien M5 WS6 BS6 S4 T4 W3 I9 A2 LD 10