The time of your people has passed.
The once great Empire of the Eldar which stretched across the galaxy has been brought low, victim to its own decadence and corruption. In the millennia since the Fall, your ancient race has clung to existence in the fringes of space, inhabiting massive planet-ships known as Craftworlds. Your once-mighty people are barely remembered by the younger races that now fight over the scraps of your domain.
However, a new threat is emerging that threatens to push your race off the precipice of extinction. The Seer Mgera'he has awoken from her centuries-long trance and foretold a grave danger which has drawn you to her Craftworld of Iybraesil.