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| rdfs:comment | - Witch Elves (Druhir: Anwyr na Khaine, the Brides of Khaine) are an all-female order of frenzied berserkers dedicated to Khaine, the Bloody Handed God of the Elves. They are swift, cruel and utterly sadistic. The greatest among them is Hellebron, leader of the Cult of Khaine, but their nominal leader is Morathi, the Hag Sorceress.
- Yet ceremonies are but a part of the Witch Elves' worship -- their truest observances take place upon the field of battle. On the eve of war, Witch Elves drink blood laced with poisonous herbs, driving them into a divine frenzy. Whilst in this god-touched state, Witch Elves give no thought to their own defense, and seek only to hack foes apart in a blood-drenched orgy of slaughter. There is little grace to such an assault, merely a whirling storm of venom-coated blades that slash at the foe with maddened fury. Those enemies unfortunate enough to survive their wounds are rounded up by the Witch Elves at the battle's end. These poor souls are torn apart in wild victory celebrations, their blood offered in libation to the ever-thirsting Lord of Murder.[1a]
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| abstract | - Witch Elves (Druhir: Anwyr na Khaine, the Brides of Khaine) are an all-female order of frenzied berserkers dedicated to Khaine, the Bloody Handed God of the Elves. They are swift, cruel and utterly sadistic. The greatest among them is Hellebron, leader of the Cult of Khaine, but their nominal leader is Morathi, the Hag Sorceress.
- Yet ceremonies are but a part of the Witch Elves' worship -- their truest observances take place upon the field of battle. On the eve of war, Witch Elves drink blood laced with poisonous herbs, driving them into a divine frenzy. Whilst in this god-touched state, Witch Elves give no thought to their own defense, and seek only to hack foes apart in a blood-drenched orgy of slaughter. There is little grace to such an assault, merely a whirling storm of venom-coated blades that slash at the foe with maddened fury. Those enemies unfortunate enough to survive their wounds are rounded up by the Witch Elves at the battle's end. These poor souls are torn apart in wild victory celebrations, their blood offered in libation to the ever-thirsting Lord of Murder.[1a]
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