Blissbarb Seekers carry the Hedonites' favoured cruelty to the gallop, mortal archers mounted on Steeds of Slaanesh who wed the killing speed of the hunt to a rain of drugged arrows. Where their foot-bound kin loose from the line, the Seekers strike and vanish, circling their prey on daemon-mounts too swift to pin down.
Their barbs are tipped not with simple poison but with narcotic venoms that flood the victim with waves of ecstasy in the instant of the wound. Warriors struck by a blissbarb do not fall screaming; they fall smiling, overwhelmed by a pleasure so total it stops the heart. A single volley can unstring an entire battle-line, leaving swaths of the enemy swooning and slack where they stood. Accompanied by their capering little familiars, the Trippa-things that goad the steeds to ever-greater speed, the Blissbarb Seekers treat war as the ultimate hunt — and there is, they insist, no kinder death in all the realms than to be slain by their arrows, dying of joy beneath a beautiful sky.
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