You think so do you? ... Perhaps... But first may I ask you something? How does the flesh of a old one taste?
Ahh yes, Ynnead. The one thing the Eldar hold stock in to allow them to think that their vanity isn't all for naught. It will never cease to amuse me how even though the Eldar are ancient, they still have the minds of children, clinging to anything to make them feel good. Maybe you use your dead as bait Witch, but we have a higher purpose. It is by your own hand that you gave the collective souls of your race unto a monster.
This dratted... *shakes powerfist violently up and down* *holds powerfist to ear* *powerfist activates with a bright burst of energy* YAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! *Battlinard hits the deck unconscious as his belt-vox starts playing* "Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragulaaaaaaa!!!!" *Battlinard smiles and headbangs in his powerfist induced coma*
Oh the feeble comebacks of the weak minded. Yes make your quips, tell me friend, how many times have you suckled upon the lower reaches of your daemon masters?
I've always loved how old one's meat tastes... It's just like how animals are when they age. Older ones are tough meat but I've heard young apprentices are soft... Ares I'm guessing would be most delicious fried.
