Eldar Introspection
Interrogator thoughtfully looked over exotic items displayed on the low daises. ‘The more I study eldar the more I wonder how mighty they are… No,’ he shook his head. ‘Inappropriate word. Powerful…’ Inquisitor walked to a pedestal with an intricate blade on its top bathed in a bluish light of stasis field. He reached out with his right hand as if he was going to touch or even grab it. His fingers froze in mere centimeters from graceful weapon. Inquisitor looked at interrogator as if only now noticing that his pupil had stopped talking. ‘Why have you fallen silent? Please, continue. Develop your idea,’ inquisitor again looked at the sword in front of him, his fingers began to glide over the lethal blade. ‘Don’t fear to think. You ought to learn how to use your mind for you’ll must not fear later, when thousands upon thousands lives of imperial citizens will depend on your decisions. ‘Yes, master,’ interrogator inclined his head in a slight bow. ‘While reading works of our esteemed inquisitor lords, for example, as widespread as lectures of brother Guillaume of Stalynheim or as sensational as Cramer’s research “Ulthwe and Beyond” was in due time, I unconsciously ask myself a question as to how eldar, which wield such powerful technologies and most importantly have the means to foresee future, could suffer constant failures? Gentle smile touched inquisitor’s lips. His fingers still fluttered along the blade of xenos sword as if playing it like a clavichord. At last with a light sigh he removed his hand and faced interrogator. ‘The answer is simple, my young friend,’ inquisitor folded arms behind his back. ‘It is fear. It gnaws them from within, robs them of peace and disturbs their sleep. No matter how powerful they could be they do not know faith or courage. They know only fear.’ He took a step to the next dais. On top of it there was a small pile of strange stones. Their smooth glimmering surface was covered with xenogenic symbols. ‘Without faith any power would turn to dust,’ inquisitor continued. ‘A prediction of future would be futile when faced an unyielding will. Look at the space marines. They know no fear, their faith is adamant. They won’t waver in the face of danger and will fight prevailing over any xenos sorcery.’
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