![]() The Aeldari who fled their ancient empire in the craftworlds eventually called themselves the " Asuryani" since their culture was redefined by their decision to pursue the Asuryani Path that they believed had been laid out for them by the chief Aeldari god, the Phoenix King Asuryan. The entire species of beings who once ruled the galaxy-spanning Aeldari Empire for millions of Terran years are called the "Aeldari." In the wake of the Fall of the Aeldari, the survivors of the great cataclysm adopted new names for their varying sub-cultures or kindreds. 2.5.1 Salaine Morn - Archon of the Kabal of the Shadowed Thorns.2.5 Drukhari in the Calixis Sector and the Koronus Expanse.This is because for the Drukhari, the use of psychic abilities would only further draw the attention of " She Who Thirsts" ( Slaanesh) upon them, and their souls are already at risk enough of being devoured by the Prince of Chaos. Unlike their Craftworld Aeldari cousins, the Drukhari do not integrate their still-powerful latent psychic abilities into their culture, and indeed have a great disdain for psykers of any kind. When viewed with the witch-sight of a psyker, the Drukhari's black souls are revealed, for they eternally thirst only for the psychic energy of the anguish and torment of other thinking beings in order to fill their own infinite emptiness. Yet for all their physical beauty by Human standards, the Drukhari are still repugnant monsters. Their athletic bodies are defined by whipcord muscle, shaped and enhanced until they are physically stronger on average than their Craftworld Aeldari counterparts, as the Drukhari prize physical and martial prowess highly. ![]() Their alabaster skin is death-like in its pallor, for there is no true life-giving sun within their dark realm to provide colour. The Drukhari, particularly their warrior castes, are tall, lithe, white-skinned humanoids. Highly intelligent and devious to the point of obsession, these piratical people revel in the physical and emotional pain of others, for feeding upon the psychic residue of suffering is the only way they can stave off the slow consumption by the Chaos God Slaanesh of their own souls. The Drukhari are the living embodiments of all that is wanton and cruel in the Aeldari character. The Drukhari are mainly pirates and slavers who prey on targets across the galaxy to feed their unholy appetites for other sentient beings' souls, a terrible desire called "the Thirst," though they are sometimes used as mercenaries by other starfaring species. The Drukhari are unique amongst the intelligent races of the Milky Way Galaxy because they do not live on a settled world or worlds, but rather the bulk of their population is concentrated in one foul city-state - the Dark City of Commorragh - that lies within the "ordered" Immaterium of the Aeldari Webway. They strike with little or no warning, using an interdimensional labyrinth known as the Webway to traverse the galaxy safely and far more quickly than most advanced starfaring species are able to with their Warp jumps. ![]() Drukhari armies make use of various anti-gravity skimmers such as Raiders and Ravagers to launch high speed attacks. The Drukhari revel in piracy, enslavement and torture, and are sadistic in the extreme. The Drukhari's armies, like their Craftworld Aeldari counterparts, usually have the advantages of mobility and advanced technology, though they are often lacking in resilience and numbers. The alternative term "Dark Eldar," or Eladrith Ynneas in the Aeldari tongue, was first coined by the Drukhari archon and Supreme Overlord of Commorragh Asdrubael Vect in the 32nd Millennium. Like their cousins of the craftworlds, the Drukhari are an ancient and highly advanced alien race of fey humanoids. The Drukhari ( Aeldarix malum) (pronounced Druh-KAR-ee) or "Dark Ones" in the Aeldari Lexicon, also known to outsiders as the Dark Eldar, are a forsaken and corrupt Aeldari kindred, the sadistic, malicious counterparts of the Asuryani. Rune representing the Drukhari or "Dark Ones" in the Aeldari Lexicon. Dread and agony are our meat and wine, and they are plentiful indeed!" " We are the lords of despair, masters of terror.
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