Iyanden - Iyanden in Twilight: In the wake of Hive Fleet Kraken, the survivors of Iyanden began the slow work of rebuilding their shattered home. What was once the most populous of Craftworlds was now a battered mausoleum, all but adrift in space. The dead were legion, the living few and overwrought with sorrow. Iyanden had become a strange and unsettling place for the surviving Eldar. So many had died that the wraithbone of the Infinity Circuit had become overcharged with psychic energy and had grown unchecked. In those domes and passageways where the fighting had been heaviest, bizarre shapes extruded from walls and floors, spiralling to meld with unclaimed spirit stones. The Forests of Silence, once a dome filled with the flora of long dead worlds, was now home to glittering crystal trees. The Fortress of the Red Moon, whose battered wraithbone bastions had been torn asunder by the Tyranids, was reborn as a sepulchre, where crystal statues of those slain in its defence guarded the battlements forever after. Ancient and empty palaces, their bloodlines ended forever by the Tyranids, were sealed shut, their doors bound over by the encroaching wraithbone.Normally, this process would have been kept in check by the Craftworld's Bonesingers, but they were too few and the dead too determined. These places had become ghost halls, caught in the twilight between the spirit and material planes. At first, the living sought to reclaim the ghost halls, but they soon abandoned the attempt. To enter these ravaged chambers was to risk madness; the crystal within bore strange reflections and fragments of memory, the impossible breezes carried echoes of sorrowful songs. In the end, it was simpler to just cede the ghost halls to the spirits. No longer were the ghost warriors able to rest, for their strength and skills were needed to rebuild and defend the Craftworld. Indeed, many did not wish to, for Iyanden's partial submersion into the spirit world meant that their souls of the Wraithguard knew uncommon vibrancy. Rather than yielding to the Infinity Circuit's embrace, those ghost warriors already awoken congregated in the ghost halls, reoccupying the family estates of old, the spirits of the dead flocking through the tangled spurs of the Infinity Circuit to join the others of their kind. The Spiritseers quickly sensed this shift in the ethereal fabric of their craftworld and journeyed deep into the ghost halls. There, they discovered Wraithlords holding silent court amongst the chill, uninhabited halls.Concerned that the ghost warriors' strange behaviour went even deeper, Taec Silvereye had Iyanden's Spiritseers enquire if the dead would still fight when called upon. The Wraithlords' response was as immediate as it was final. The dead would serve as they always had, but they had chosen to hold vigil alongside the living rather than slumber within the Infinity Circuit until awoken. Recognising that such a thing was possible only in the twilight world Iyanden had become, Taec Silvereye invited the greatest of the Wraithlords to join Iyanden's council. Most refused, but a few saw the wisdom in the Farseer's suggestion. Buried within each Wraithlord's shrouded mind were many lifetimes of knowledge, hard-won in war and in peace, wisdom that Iyanden would need to survive the times ahead.