Council of the Slowly Rotting Eldars

The Council of the Slowly Rotting Eldars is a group of telepathically conjoined group of men and women in Hagglettsville, on the continent of Boris the Younger, on Faert who, in 1745 of the 5th Common Era, whilst praying during a Sunday mass, were collectively hi-jacked by the spirit of a recently vanquished hive-mind and subsequently have now become avatars for it to use. The townespeople embraced the group and the church as having come “under the Spell of the Infinite” and were seen now as wisdom givers and holy people, and by 1751 almost all of the town had grown under its sway, not realizing that these people were not enlightened but simply a power station for this entity. a Famous poem from the Grau-klo-kar era of Haggletsville makes direct mention to The Eldars:

”Hive mind adjectives

Which human ghost was befitted a wake so perfectly localized to its own hatred towards hollow living?

Was it you who houses a shattered stained glass consciousness which pierces the dream glands and leaks through the nostrils?

Do you empty your ears of past nightmares each morning and tie off sacred veins of virtue to inject fruitless fleeting seconds added briefly to non-existence, while talking of Faustian infernos to man's religious icons?

I remember once, your eyes could see

And they could also dream.

But now you're just a plague of the state

Who converses with the 500 man Council of the Slowly Rotting Elders.

You're simply a caricature of your own self-loathing.

Everyone and god eats of the same green earth but you just have to eat something different.”