Every craftworld is home to an Eldar Avatar who sits motionless until the call to arms begins. He is the embodiment of an ancient God, molten iron flowing through his veins. In his right he carries the Wailing Doom, the weapon of the bloodstained God which cries for the taste of mortal flesh. One thing to note here is that I modified him a little bit. Notice there is no sword and he has the horns from the old Orion, King in the Woods and his Hounds.
