Prologue
From
the north they came. A fleet of ships led by the Black Arks of
Naggaroth landed on the shores of Ulthuan, and a tide of Dark Elves
and their Chaos allies swept across the land. The Witch King had
returned at last to claim his prize, and the High Elves were
powerless to stop him. In battle after battle, the forces of the Asur
were defeated. They had been unprepared for the size and savagery of
the invasion, and they stood on the brink of annihilation.
Even
Avelorn, the very heart of Ulthuan, had been despoiled. Alarielle,
the newly crowned Everqueen, had narrowly avoided capture thanks to
the efforts of Prince Tyrion, descendant of Aenarion. Together they
had fled into the forests, but Tyrion was wounded and they were
finally run to ground by N'kari, a mighty Keeper of Secrets. Malekith
had bound the daemon to him with the promise of the Everqueen's soul,
and N'kari would not be denied by a wounded princeling. Sorely
wounded though he was, Tyrion rose to fight – and was batted aside
without a second thought. The devastation of her land had left
Alarielle incapable of defending herself, and it seemed her fate was
sealed.
It
was then that Tyrion's brother Teclis finally arrived. Where Tyrion
had become a warrior of renown, Teclis had been mastering his studies
at the White Tower and was now a mage of incredible power. No sooner
had be arrived than he banished N'kari from the mortal plane and
healed his wounded brother as he lay dying. He then guided the
Everqueen and her protector clear of the Druchii net that had been
closing around them, and they rejoined the remaining forces of the
Asur as they mustered on the Plain of Finuval.
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Finuval Plain |
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A High Elf temple in one corner of the field. Thanks, Hamish! |
From
all across Ulthuan, the last armies of the High Elves had gathered
together. Finuval Plain would be their final stand. The Phoenix King
remained besieged in Lothern and the White Tower in Saphery still
stood, but defeat here would mean the war was over.
The
situation was not lost upon Malekith. On the other side of the plain,
his vast forces gathered, preparing to crush this final act of
defiance. Prisoners were sacrificed and daemons were summoned. N'kari
himself was dragged back to the material plane with the sacrifice of
1000 screaming victims, his mind fixed upon the twin descendants of
Aenarion and his revenge. Hordes of armoured Chaos Warriors honed
their weapons and prepared for battle. The Witch King was ready.
After 5000 years of exile, Ulthuan would finally be his.