We are the children of Isha and Kurnous. Insult us by saying we the spawn of She Who Thirsts, and I will send your soul back to your gods, wailing.
And there's nothing more fragile in the universe than a pane of glass, well except maybe a Guardsmen's morale.
Bah, I would ask you to do that you low life... but I warned you! The sharp edges of that mirror will tear your flesh and soul alike, and the warp will devour you and it will send your worthless soul back to your filthy gods.
The empty threats of Eldar amuse me, when the day comes I hope you and all your kind are ready Witch, your deaths will echo throughout the galaxy and even the Warp...and that day will be glorious. (Would like to say I mean no offense to anyone playing Eldar just loving the RP goin on )
Threaten not the young Seer. If you must find death by Eldar hands, seek out me. But touch the young one, and your death will be a painful one. (And the RP is wonderful!)
Tell me seer, how many Eldar must I slay before they understand it is pointless to oppose the Dark Gods?
