Pierced Heart Kabal.

The Pierced Heart Kabal is merely a mimesis of the Kabalite system to hide the Aristocratic nature of its rulers, the Cavash Dynasty.
Although the Pierced Heart Kabal and the Cavash Dynasty are separate entities, they are both under the rule of the Grand Archon, Lord Dernia Cavash. The Kabal of the Pierced Heart is the military faction controlled and manipulated by the Cavash family to make them seem in favour of the Meritocratic system enforced by Asdrubael Vect, where a man is judged by his skill and not through bloodlines. The Cavash Dynasty, however, consists of people related to Lord Dernia. Those people in the Cavash Dynasty are the true heirs to Dernia’s throne as they use the Kabalite system as a mask to cover up the Aristocratic system they have followed since before Vect rose to power.
The Kabal of the Pierced Heart strikes without question against their masters’ enemies. The Dracons within the Kabal do not realise that without bearing the name Cavash they can not progress any further within the Kabalite hierarchy. They are but chess pieces that Dernia would sacrifice in order to maintain his family’s position within Commorragh.
The Cavash Dynasty is the last noble house within the Dark City not to have been discovered and eliminated by the forces of the Black Heart Kabal. Other houses fled to separate Webcities and created their own twisted paradises to hide in, but the key to the Cavash Dynasty’s success is simple, they hid directly under Vect’s nose. They masked themselves in plain sight and thus remained safe from his prejudice.

Cavash Dynasty:
Dernia Cavash: Master of the Cavash Dynasty and High/Grand Archon of the Pierced Heart Kabal.
Prince Luckr’yth Cavash: Son of Dernia Cavash and Czeveshth‘ren.
Prince Talludesh Ayr’kell Cavash: Son of Dernia Cavash and an unknown mother.
Princess Klaugh’ryth Cavash: Adopted daughter of Dernia Cavash. She was grow from the stolen hair of his former unreciprocated love interest. Deceased.
Koroth’risse Cavash: Daughter of Princess Klaugh’ryth Cavash and Assassin Vriialoth Qyr’tariask.
Princess Althianesh Cavash: Twin sister of Koroth’risse Cavash. Archon of the Pierced Heart Kabal.
Dracon of the Pierced Heart Kabal.
Pierced Heart Kabal:
Pyllth’ka Aan: Sybarite of the Hell-Raptor Cavalrymen.
Relliach Korvesh: Dracon of the Kabal of the Pierced Heart.
Hel’yurt Kellion’esh: Sybarite. Servant of Prince Luckr’yth Cavash.



Twisted Flesh Coven:
Haughraskaivaach: Haemonculus Ancient of the Twisted Flesh Coven.
Valex: Haemonculus of the Twisted Flesh Coven.
Handread: Haemonculus of the Twisted Flesh Coven.
Curigh: Haemonculus of the Twisted Flesh Coven. Deceased.
Ground-splitter: Grotesque.
Hell-tremor: Grotesque.
Life-decimator: Grotesque.
Calm’s-Death: Grotesque.
Fragrance of Life: Coronos Parasite Engine.
Scent of Agony: Talos Flayerpike.
Wych Cult of Massacre:
Faroughk: Succubus of the Wych Cult of Massacre.
Mistress Khay’layiish: Syren of the Wych Cult of Massacre.
Mistress Juin’klleshq Farthoryn: Syren of the Wych Cult of Massacre.
Hellu’desh: Hekatrix of the Wych Cult of Massacre.
Vorshulth: Hekatrix of the Wych Cult of Massacre.
Thrash’ll’reth: Lacerai of the Wych Cult of Massacre.
Fweroth Krellsk’illransk: Yraqnae of the Wych Cult of Massacre.
Reltri’sk Bloodhand: Hekatari of the Wych Cult of Massacre.
Night Hydras Hellion Gang:
Lord Krass’ull Thryck’ytrhys’killion: The ‘Hydra of the Night.’ Leader of the Night Hydras.
X1: Helliarch of the Night Hydras.
X2: Hellion Champion of the Night Hydras.
X3: Member of the Night Hydras.
X4: Member of the Night Hydras.
X5: Member of the Night Hydras.

Just for clarification:
Hell-Raptor Cavalarmen are simply Warriors that i will mount upon the backs of the Cold Ones Warhammer Fantasy Battle Dark Elf models.
The Wych Cult of Massacre and the Coven of Twisted flesh work with full comliance for Lord Dernia Cavash as they are too weak to defend themselves against the ever changing madness of the Archon.
If a name is followed by 'deceased' then it means that they have been written off in some gruesome way or another in my hobby writings.

Archon Dernia Cavash was slain after he started a brutal war with the forces of the Poisoned Tongue Kabal. This resulted in Lady Aurelia Malys personally slaying him before the grotesques of Haughraskaivaach could drive back the Poisoned tongue. Although the High Archon's body was not serely damaged, and only had a blade pierce his heart, due to his advanced age (Predating the fall) required the bodies of ten thousand of his own Kabalites to be tortured, their pain and souls being pumped into his corpse. After many moths and countless screams later he awoke, his mind possessing a new level of calculating clarity and cunning. Unfortunately, as the years pass his mind descends further and furtherinto turmoil as insane delusions maifest within his mind.
These delusion resulted in him spreading a gene-damaging plague through his own territories, ridding his Kabal of the weak, making it ever more elitist.

If anybody has any suggestions for the name of an Incubi Dojo/Shrine that is highly elitist and only consists of twenty six Incubi, I will welcome suggestions with open arms.

I will be including more detail shortly.

High Archon Dernia Cavash WIP.

The gun that Lord Cavash is wielding is a Blaster i fashioned out of a Splinter Rifle and a Dark lance. My First two models were my Archon and a Raider, so at that time i did not have a Blaster.

Prince Luckr'yth Cavash WIP,

Sourges WIP.


Icubi WIP.


Warriors WIP.


This is not the entire squad, but they are a mixture of Wych and Warrior kits.

I will add pictures of Haemonculus Valex if i get around to fixing his Huskblade/Scythe tonight.

Now I am just waiting for my most anticipated new Archon model to arrive.
The second editition DEldar Lord!

Just because huge shoulder pads ar cool.

Lord Krass’ull Thryck’ytrhys’killion, leader of the Night Hydras Hellion Gang:
Lord Krass’ull Thryck’ytrhys’killion was once a Dracon of the Pierced Heart Kabal in service to Lord Dernia Cavash, but he was serving alongside his cowardly son, Prince Talludesh Ayr’kell Cavash. He had a disagreement with the prince and was ordered to be captured by his Trueborn Guard. After mercilessly slaughtering a number of them he was overwhelmed and became just another slave in the cages aboard the Prince's flagship, the Woe of Contepmtuous Bloodshed. On returning to Commorragh, the Kabal of the Severed Hand attacked the ship, and in the ensuing chaos he escaped.

After many weeks of having his soul slowly leeched away by the Thirster he was in great danger of withtering away into a mad state from which he could never return, so he took the Aethersale of a crashed Raider near the Khaides river and fashioned a crude harpoon, which he used to spear a Hellion as he attempted to behead him. He took the board and quickly earned fame pirating against the Severed Hand and the Poisoned Tongue Kabals, two of the Pierced Heart's most detested enemies.

Inumerable years passed and he gradually gained the respect of numerous Gangs and allowed those who wished to serve him into his gang with open arms.
His fortune from plundering was great, and, as a result, he was able to acquire the services of Master Haemonculous Haughraskaivaach of the Twisted Flesh Coven. Haughraskaivaach took the Lord and his five chosen champions, and, with science that verged on the realms of magic, he was able to make them function as one organism. Their minds were linked and through advanced neural synapses he was able to control how they fought, thought, spoke and moved. They could still fight and function by themselves, but were possessed by their master's thoughts whenever he needed a dangerous task carried out without wanting to rish his own life.

This Twisted Flesh Coven was in service to the Severed Hand at the time, however, but after a long, drawn out power struggle, they were ultimately annihilated by the Pierced Heart. Bothe the Wych Cult of Massacre and the Twisted Flesh were consumed by the Pierced Heart.

After meeting with his new master, High Archon Dernia Cavash, Haughraskaivaach informed him of the great work he had perfected while in service to the Severed Hand. This intrigued the Archon. The Prince, at the time, was in hiding, as to return to Commorragh would mean certain endless torment for the actions he committed against the Dark City, so nobody could protest to the services of Lord Krass’ull Thryck’ytrhys’killion.

That lord ..........killion, is that true in backstory, or is that your own imputing the matter??

It's just fluff that I have written for my charecters, so it hasn't been mentioned anywhere else. I have more fluff for other charecters, but I haven't got around to posting any of it yet.

Haughraskaivaach, Master of the Twisted Flesh Coven:
Haughraskaivaach, feared Ancient Haemonculus of the Twisted flesh is on of the few among the Eldar genus that can remember the Old Empire when it was at it's height. Back then, when the Pleasure Cults had began to rule the minds of the Empire he had been just a child. A child to be stayed away from, however.

Haughraskaivaach had never been fond of sharing his space with other children, and refused to partake in the activities of the pleasure cults. He was a solelmn youngster, one that spent days on end meditating in his room, feeling the pain and the missery of the Cults's victims. No matter how much his parents attempted to make him join them in the depraved activities they were running, he refused, and stayed sat in his chamber, the holy oils he had stolen from a ransacked temple smouldering within the braziers he had stolen. These oils had kept his thoughts clear and focussed. Focussed upon what exactly is the true question.

Haughraskaivaach had never spoken of what it was he had meditated about for the last millennia, but it was surely not good for his parents.

Once he joined his parents in their activites. He whitnessed them peel their former friends and relatives alive and lick the fluids that ran from their pained bodies. Silently he watched as his parents and the thousands that joined them gained disturbing gratification from the events, the intensity ofwhich drove them all to butchery.
They began to claw and knife each other, bathing in the blood of their allies. Hundreds were killed within minutes and primal screams filled the young man's ears.

He had only dreamt of such anarchy. He had only felt savage claws grab at his face in his nightmares.
What was happening to his beloved home?

It hadn't taken him long to fight his way out of the Cult's lair, as to join them unarmed would be insane at the very least. He had run away as quickly as he could to the temple he had once prayed in to the ancient pantheon. He had once been a priest here, and had remained in the Old Empire after the Craftworlds left to turn the Stubborn, the depraved and the hedonistic decadents away from this mad path, but he now knew that the Craftworlders were right.
Nothing could save them.

With tears flowing like the blood down the streets, he took the weapon he had been manufacturing for the last year and headed back to the cavern where his family hid.
He cut them down in their hundreds, not caring for any past attachment he had felt to the familiar faces. Wide eyed, he stood upon a plinth and gazed at the savagery that had befallen his home and he could taste, for a moment, the sweet corrupting pleasures that everyone else had been enjoying for so long.

Look at the mighty warriors you just slew A voice within his own thoughts spoke to him.
Look at how their muscles peel so gently away from their bones and organs. Do you fell it? Do you feel what you have caused?
He didn't fight it. It felt good.

The weapon had only detonated once he reached the famed 'Dark City', but he knew that no planet could stand where it once was.
In Commorragh he arrived, mind twisted and flesh broken from the brutality of his escape.
He had heard of a shadowy creed, one that hid from sight and experimented upon any unfortunate enough to find themselves in their possession.
Haughraskaivaach was intelligent, however. He was far more intelligent than anybody on his homeworld, and, within ten days of searching, was able to locate and enter the Coven's laboratories.

He was met by a procession of multi limbed creatures and various monstrosities that could fire spikes from their flesh and spit corrosive materials that burnt through metal and skin alike. He did not care for these entities, and mercifully ended their lives with great bursts of speed and strength.
Little did he know that the three Haemonculi that had constructed these oddities were watching him intently from upon their separate spires.

They greeted him in the usual way. First, they sent their most promising creations, each of which was dispatched quickly. It was only after an hour long blood bath that they grew bored and decided to meet him in person.

He presented the mysterious artists with a variety of gifts. He gave them jewels and precious metals, none of which they were interested in. Then he presented them with a variety of ancient tomes, and their interests sparked simultaneously. They demanded to see them instantly, or he would suffer a fate worse than death. Haughraskaivaach was cunning, though.
With his sharp mind he had memorised the books word for word, a gift that he had possessed since birth.

With this, they were forced to keep him alive while he wrote them out all over again. They were not disappointed. The knowledge he had would boost their research and experiments by centuries and keep them far ahead of their rivals. They had thought that all of this new information had been lost along with the Cult he had massacred. With him, they had gained a new hope.

For the gift he had given them, the Haemonculi had allowed him to live within their halls and carry out his experiments upon anything he had been able to capture. They had not thought that he would be able to match their experiments, and even though he had not came up with instant results that they could see, his research was far greater than anything that they had come up with.

With the power he had quickly gained he was able to set foot upon the worlds of the Old Empire once more before The Fall, massacring the insane and raiding vast libraries for their contents. Quickly his understanding of the universe grew as he discovered the worlds of a long extinct civilisation and began to translate their language.
Even though he did not make much progress with the translation of the tongue of this 'God Race', he had found out enough to be able to change how energy and matter interacted, enabling him change the world around him.

His research with these 'Old Ones' had caused his fall from grace. He became a babbling wreck, and soon enough his experiments served no purpose, gaining the interest of the Coven's attention.

For all of his contributions they enabled him full access to their laboratories and enabled his ascension into their ranks. He dubbed himself Haughraskaivaach, or 'The Shadow Orchestra' as it translated, and discarded his birth name, one of the only things he has ever forgotten in his long life.

His ascension to the rank of the Haemonculi was the greatest mistake his allies had ever made. With unrestricted power he completed his experiments and was finally able to change his body into whatever form he wished, including the very darkness that they hid in.

He became a shadow and hunted his previous masters, slaying them individually as he tore them apart from the inside. He had seized complete control, and, as a final act of defiance against his previous masters who he now deemed inferior, he re-grew their bodies in the capsules they had taught him to use, and turned them into the thing that they would have despaired the most over.
He made each into a lumbering Grotesque.

In his prolonged life, he has only spent a fraction of it serving the Pierced Heart Kabal, even though he has spoken with Archon Cavash many times, and informed him of the wonderful work that he performed.