She sighed as she came round scratching at her neck. Standing slowly it had been a while since she had left the Dome, even longer since she’d seen any not a Seer. It had been restful if she was honest, although the time spent in seclusion had not been entirely without price. Her neck was evidence of that new growth, the price she paid for her power. It moved quicker she felt in those who rose to the title she held, in other Farseers it was centauries for the growth that had occurred to her in decades. She had a while left ahead of her, but this world, this reality, they found themselves in stretched her, pushed her.
Iyanna Arienal however was once more ready as High Farseer of Tor Yvresse. She wondered if many nations even remembered their existence? Still even in their silence something’s had remained idea ling away. One way to remind people that out in the depths of space rested a power was easy to arrange. Around Earth what had likely been long catalogued by most nations as long forgotten space debris woke up, powered up, as the stations of the Earth Based Badbaltrias Network came back online. The Eldar once more looked upon the Earth.
((OOC the Badbaltrias Network was/is a well armed series of satalites circling the Earth capable of launching attack craft, and linked to a single large spacestation. They just powered up without much warning. And yes I'm Back!))
