+ inload: Areia of House Varinash, Iyanden +

+ inload: Areia of House Varinash, Iyanden +

Eyes wide, Areia whimpered as he fumbled with the descender on his grav-rope. Aeons of evolution wanted him to climb and hide somewhere he knew. Centuries of training wanted him to continue descending down into the Ravine-city. The Path forced him to stop. He cleared his mind, and took a firmer hold on the descender. Flattening his features and levelling his mood, Areia's breathing evened out. The rest of his group's presence was given away only by the gentle movement of the slender cables that ran from the dark above him into the murk below. Tentatively, he reached out with his mind, trying to urge them to slow so he could catch up.
The itchy, insistent crawling in his head started up again, and Areia nearly panicked. He closed his mind again as he began to descend, faster and faster. The psychoceramic of the descender remained cool in his grasp, and he had to force himself to clamp it down to arrest his fall a little.
Swallowing heavily, he turned his head to look back up into the shadows of the airshaft as he continued descending. The thrum and heat of heavy industry was robbing his hearing, and the insistent haze of condensation hazed the air. He was gently buffetted from side to side as he took hold of his pistol and levelled it upwards, sure he had seen something shuffle above him.
The moment stretched. He narrowed his eyes. Without warning, the cables around him began to thrash violently. He dropped his pistol in fright, and watched it disappear. A thin heartrending shriek rose eerily upwards over the industrial hammering, and the cables stopped moving. He was frozen. Aeons of evolution wanted him to climb.
Staring downwards into the murk, his wide eyes caught the movement above him again. He clutched with both hands on to the cable as a hiss resolved into the clattering of hundreds of chitinous claws. The darkness above him seemed to boil as hideous shapes, steaming in the suddenly-chill air, resolved on every side of the airshaft. 
He froze as a thousand alien eyes turned to regard him.

+ An Eldar guardian, from my force on Thrymr, part of the PCRC's* campaign on Frigia** (that's the end of footnotes for this entry, I promise.) He's a fairly simple kitbash that incorporates Eldar Guardian head, arms and weapons, and combines them with the torso from a jetbike rider (for the sweet 80s sleeveless biker jacket look) and High Elf archer legs.

+ The colour scheme for the army is a four colour one – yellow as the main colour, blue as a secondary, and lilac and blue-grey as accents. I wanted to keep the colours fairly bright and clean – uncharacteristically for me, but fitting for Eldar.

+ I was pleased with the pyjama-style legs, and decided to draw attention to them with a simple dotted pattern. This detail is very simple to do, but I think it adds quite a lot to the character of the model and stops him being just an anonymous playing piece.

+ The accent colours are introduced on the sash and jewel (lilac) and the cloak (blue-grey). I'm keeping the lilac minimal, as it's so eye-catching. Conversely, the blue-grey is fairly neutral, so it can be used more extensively without drawing the eye too much.


* +Noospheric inload path: http://www.pcrc.org.uk/
** +Noospheric inload path: http://www.warseer.com/forums/showthread.php?364242-The-PCRC-presents-Cold-Feet-on-Frigia

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