Biel-Tan - The Talons of Biel-Tan: The craftworld of Biel-Tan does not journey aimlessly as it glides through space. It does not wander as a lonely and frightened exile might, fleeing constantly from danger, finding itself ever battered, bullied and cast out. This is not the way of Biel-Tan.Biel-Tan is guardian and conqueror to its people, ceaselessly patrolling all those worlds that lie within the bounds of its ancient route, the same route it has ploughed ever since the Fall of the Aeldari ten thousand Terran years ago. This is the Kingdom of Biel-tan, or so they would have it known. Not an empire unto itself, but a great and powerful bastion of the larger Aeldari Empire as the proud and warlike ruling Court of Biel-tan see it. As it journeys silently through the void, Rangers still loyal to their former craftworld roam far ahead, scouting the way to those worlds which lie next upon Biel-Tan's route. Alongside their craftworld, the warfleets of Biel-Tan streak through the stars, overwhelming any resistance which might endanger or impede the gargantuan craftworld as it sails on inexorably.Many worlds lie upon this ancient route -- worlds populated by men, overrun by Orks, infested by crude and primitive usurpers or else barren, uninhabited and forgotten. But no matter their fate, to the Aeldari of Biel-Tan these are Aeldari worlds once and former, present and future. In the eyes of Biel-Tan, the young races who now populate the galaxy are not the natural successors some would claim them to be, springing up to fill the void left by an Empire which long ago betrayed, defeated and destroyed itself, but rather they are greedy and savage usurpers with no right to take these worlds from the Aeldari. So it is that as Biel-Tan soars effortlessly through the stars its talons fall hungrily upon the Aeldari's foes, crushing their primitive colonies and dragging their filthy carcasses away from the beautiful, verdant worlds of the Aeldari. No matter that these societies have dwelled for centuries upon these worlds, no matter that the last flame of Aeldari life on these worlds burned out millennia ago, no matter that many of these so-called usurpers have taken nothing which they did not find unused. None of this matters to the proud Aeldari of Biel-tan. The mere presence of these young races brings only one outcome -- war. War with the Swordwind of Biel-Tan.And so it was that as Biel-Tan drew silently through the Zypher Sub-sector after long centuries of absence, its scouts ranged far ahead, abroad in all the worlds once held dear by the Aeldari, and one by one their sorry accounts returned to the ears of Biel-Tan. World after world lay ruined, its people, its culture and its ancient Aeldari heritage swept away into nothing. Such tales are ones that the Aeldari of Biel-Tan have had to endure often in the millennia of their Long Winter, returning to worlds unseen in lifetimes to find them morbid and desolate. Yet for all the familiarity of these tidings of sorrow and despair, the Aeldari resented them no less, and the fire of war burned brightly in the hearts of Biel-Tan people as all the craftworld talk turned to vengeance and reclamation.Of the worlds still known to them, the Rangers reported that no living Aeldari now survived. Yet they spoke also of some gates within the webway barred so firmly that they had been unable to pass, and that beyond these might lie worlds yet untouched, or perhaps embattled worlds where the valiant Aeldari still fought on. The Exarch Mauryon, Burning Spear of the Fire Dragons Aspect Shrine, met this news with both fury and determination, and travelled at once to a world he had known as a child to see if it still endured. Taking it upon himself to unearth the fate of his people, Mauryon travelled at once to the world of Baran. Just as the rangers had attested, no gate now remained open and Mauryon took instead to the Dragonship Ilethryr, Chariot of Khaine, accompanied by only a handful of his most faithful acolytes. Mauryon felt his numbers too few to risk journeying the Baran directly, and instead Ilethryr was hidden in orbit around the silver moon of Ephos. The gate to the silver moon had long been barred, but Mauryon hoped that the gate between Ephos and the planet below might remain open, and fortune was with him.As predicted, the gate was closed (for none had been able to reach it from Biel-Tan), but it's structure still stood. All about it were carved runes of doom, frantic testimonies speaking of the last desperate Aeldari defenders swept away by the greenskinned menace. These same runes barred the gate tight, sealed by those last brave Aeldari so that the ancient webway might not be tainted by the Ork filth. Mauryon ordered that Elasthith, a seer, a steersman, be brought up and unfasten the magics which bound the gate shut. As he did so, he found many of the roads from the gate crumbled and impassable, so that there was still no direct way to Biel-Tan. Yet one path remained open -- the path to Baran itself, albeit by only the smallest and humblest of gates.