Zahr-Tann

Yours is a fairly minor craftworld, raised by those who had seen the growing darkness at the heart of the old Eldar Civilization and realized what was coming, not that anyone listened. You built a craftworld which could take as many like minded people as would come with you in the waning days of such things being possible and set out at top speed for deep space. Even then your craftworld was tiny compared to the great ships such as Biel-tan and Iyanden, but you managed to get far enough away that when The Fall occurred your people were not swept up in it and destroyed. Now over 10,000 years later you continue to survive and thrive, you were proven right and your citizenry are grateful.

The colors of your Craftworld are Black, Brown, and Blue, Camoflage for the several swampy exodite worlds you safeguard, and markers of your realization that there are no clear paths for your race any more, only muddy byways or the black abyss, at least until the souls of the many craftworlds can be gathered together into the new goddess of **** who will destroy Slanesh.