And what would the forces of Chaos know of foresight? Your war strategies have always been rash and ill-considered. Me and my kin will manipulate you and turn you to our ends as easily as you might pull a trigger and fire a gun. Then when you've fulfilled your use we shall send your soul screaming back into the black realm from which it came.

Exactly! That's why the Eldar are so mighty and well populated as never before, while the forces of Chaos are at the brink of extinction. Literally, only a few craftworlds... ... ... wait a second! ò.o

Those whom we manipulate make up for our numbers. If your wisdom matched the great Seers perhaps the stain of your kind would have washed-out all others across the universe. Instead, you frantically struggle to wipe us out and with each breath you exhale your doom draws nearer. If our sizes were reversed your extinction would have came long ago. But it matters not, as I stated before, your existence on the field of battle will be extinguished like a fire in the rain.

Oh boy, in the name of Tzeentch, I'm seriously wondering if this stereotypical eldar talk could get any cuter. It's like a small child telling you "I'm going to hit you!" with the exact same conviction. But I don't want this to get serious in any way so let's wait until you can prove your point ingame? *withloveandhugs* *Chaospawprint*

The mere fact that you consider yourself worthy of an audience with me just proves how blind your dark gods have made you to the lethality of my race. Should our paths cross on the field of battle I suggest you and the other Chaos puppets you'll be hiding behind choose your mistakes wisely.

I wouldn't call it blind, since you answered twice already! But I will admit that the Eldar do know a thing or two about how to kill, which is even more impressive when you think about how they are able to cut down a genetically modified human in the strongest armour the Imperium has to offer. Anyway, I'd prefer to let my mutual respect of character wait until we're able to see where this takes us. So long, my cute pointy eared friend!

*sigh*
I suppose I was foolish to assume you had any true foresight.

Chaos is eternal. When you and all of your kin are dead and gone, chaos will still be around.
You have already lost. Do you know why?
Simply by waging war, simply by feeling emotion, you empower chaos. Your struggle for survival is naught but a small part of the Great Game of the chaos gods. You are alive because they will it. If you truly believe that the goal of Khorne is to win all of the wars there will ever be, for Nurgle to turn everything to rot, dust, and ashes, for Tzeentch, to successfully see his plans come to fruition, for Slaanesh, to devour the Eldar race and be more perfect than any other, then you are ignorant, blind, and short-sighted.

Khorne does not want to be victorious in the wars. He has already won. Khorne wants to fight. Forever. It does not matter if he wins or loses, so long as the blood flows. And even if you do not offer your name to him, simply by killing, simply by abiding by a code of honor, a warrior code, simply by sharing a brotherhood with your kin, simply by executing strategic maneuvers, or feeling rage, you worship him. You empower him. He thanks you for your devotion to him.

Nurgle does not want to turn everything to rot. He wishes not for all to whither and die. For if that were to happen, he would have nothing left. He wishes simply for the process of decay to continue. Never ending. The growth and change that comes from the ashes are simply a prelude to the destruction that Nurgle awaits patiently for. He has already won. When you grimly accept defeat, resolve yourself to death, you worship him. When you feel fear, terror, horror, you praise him. When you kill, when you eat, when you love, you exalt him. Simply by existing, you are a living temple.

Slaanesh does not want to find the highest level of excess there is. It does not want to devour the entire race of the Eldar--or at least, that is of no consequence to it ultimately. Slaanesh is the lord of excess, of new experiences, of perfection. It wants to savour the simply journey, the new experiences gained from watching you and everything else go through your existence, with your excessive focus on the single path, your struggle for perfection on that one path. You worship She Who Thirsts even as your struggle against her. Whenever you breathe, whenever you reach a new level of skill, whenever you train yourself, whenever you care about anything, whenever you experience any emotion at all, you worship him. Slaanesh has already won, foolish seer.

Tzeentch schemes and devises. He changes the ways. Would you like to know a secret? It will not make sense to you, as only those who have fallen to chaos can truly understand it, but I will tell you anyway. Tzeentch's grand plan...His great scheme...His ultimate goal...
is nothing. NOTHING! At will, he thwarts his own plans. He simply wishes for the change to continue. By existing, by moving through space, by planning, by scheming, by using your psychic powers, you worship him. When you kill, changing something from being alive to dead, you worship him. Every time you gain new knowledge and learn, every time you manipulate anyone or anything, you exalt him. By simply EXISTING, you praise him! He has already won.

That, is the truth of Chaos. When you are long gone, when your entire race is wiped from existence, forgotten completely, Chaos will still be here. The wars will never stop. The rot and decay will never end. There will always be the ever present striving for perfection, for freedom. Always there will be love, hate, fear. And things will never cease to change.

I know the senseless ambitions of Chaos all too well. Tell me creature, if your god's desire is eternal war then how do you hope to defeat your adversaries? What pleasure is there in defeating my race or any other? What then is your purpose as dark puppet if only to forever fight and be laughed at by your own masters until your time to be purged comes? Fool!

You can't even wipe out the most insignificant of races yet you say you will exterminate mine. My race will forever be hundreds of steps ahead. As a great Farseer once said, "He who sees his own doom can better avoid its path."

I am impressed. Most would have been speechless, and sooner or later, turned to Chaos.

What is my purpose?
My purpose is one thing and one thing alone.
To play the Great Game.
I say that your race could be exterminated easily if the God's so desired. But they enjoy seeing you struggle and fight for your survival. As do I. But they will grow tired of your race's antics, and end you soon enough. I am no more a puppet than you--all are puppets of the Gods. But my acceptance of the truth grants me power. It gives me the opportunity to change my fate, and to forge my own destiny. As I said before, I thank you for contributing to the worship of Chaos.

You admit your fruitless existence. You're merely an insignificant piece in a senseless game, a game you cannot hope to ever win. As ever, no words will dismount me nor turn me to Chaos. You will find my kind are not so easily twisted as your brothers of the Imperium. My kind are not puppets of Chaos, we do not embrace its falsehoods. Let the dark gods laugh, they can be conquered and have no more hold over my race than a drifting log has over a river's current. Me and my kin fight to defend our race and so that one day we might once again see a universe where the stars live and perish at our command.

It's simply up to the strands of fate to decide when it comes to be.