Alarielle

Alarielle is the current Everqueen and co-ruler of Ulthuan. The chosen representative of Isha, the Elven goddess of the natural world, she is said to be the most beautiful being in existence, a beauty matched only by the dark seductiveness of the depraved Morathi, the Hag Sorceress of the Dark Elves. To the Asur, Alarielle represents the living embodiment of the goddess Isha, and if she were ever to fall, her loss would be seen as a presage of the final destruction of Ulthuan itself.

History
Since the Golden Age, the Everqueen has served as Isha’s chosen priestess in the mortal world. Whilst the tradition of the Phoenix King is relatively new — a mere six and a half thousand years in age — there has always been an Everqueen.

Alarielle is the eleventh Everqueen to rule since the time of Aenarion. Her glowing hair is like a golden cloud, and it is said that so great and timeless is her beauty that it can move even the immortal gods to tears. The Everqueen’s power is that of nature itself. Where Allarielle walks, the fields start to blossom and flowers spring forth from the ground. When she is joyful, the skies clear and the land for leagues around blooms with life and light. When she mourns, the skies weep with her, and when her eyes darken with rage, thunder roars across the hills.

As a servant of light and nature, the Everqueen is opposed to corruption in all its forms. Thus does she remain above the petty intrigues of her own court — not even the most devious heart can conceal an untruth from her pure, unflinching, gaze. More importantly, her presence is anathema to tainted creatures of all kinds. She can banish Daemons with a single touch, and unravel the dark bindings of the Undead with but a gesture. All the benevolent gifts of Isha are hers to wield; no wound is beyond her skill to mend, and there is no shadow upon the heart that she cannot banish. Alas, Alarielle’s powers recede as the dark tide of Chaos grows stronger and the mortal world cries out in torment. When the power of Chaos is at its peak, even her mortal form grows weak; the brilliant gold of her hair fading almost to pure white, her limbs growing enervated and brittle. At such times the Elven race stands upon the brink of extinction — should the Everqueen perish, her people would surely pass into darkness soon after.

The Everqueen does not fight in a conventional manner, and eschews weapons of all kinds, but she is no less dangerous for it. Her touch, so soothing to the pure-hearted, is anathema to those with even a taint of corruption in their hearts. The victim might not feel anything at first, but as the magic of her touch travels through his body, it grows more powerful, feeding off every black desire and cruel purpose. Moments later, the foe is naught but a cleansed and withered corpse, his evil forever purged by Isha’s light. Moreover, Alarielle wields the Winds of Life and Light with all the skill of Saphery’s most learned High Mages, and can call forth great storms of cleansing energy to sweep the agents of darkness from her hallowed presence.

Whilst most of her predecessors deliberately stayed as distant from war as circumstances would allow, Alarielle has made a point of leading armies in Ulthuan’s defence. At the start of her reign, she had little choice, for Avelorn was overrun by Dark Elves and worshippers of Chaos. With her nation overwhelmed and the Phoenix King under siege in Lothern, it fell to Alarielle to rally the High Elves to Ulthuan’s defence upon the Finuval Plain. Since then, Alarielle has commanded many armies in the Phoenix King’s stead, whilst Finubar remains ensconced in the highest tower of Lothern, pursuing an agenda hidden from all but his closest allies. Not whilst she still draws breath will Alarielle allow Avelorn’s beauty to be despoiled by war — a determination that many beings of tainted heart have encountered to their ruin.

So it is that a High Elf army might find glorious aid in its darkest hour. As dawn breaks, one of the Everqueen’s Handmaidens sounds the Horn of Isha, so that the goddess might notice her high priestess upon the field of battle. Then the Banner of Avelorn is raised high, its living threads shimmering in the sunshine. As word spreads of Alarielle’s arrival, despair vanishes like shadows in daylight and a newtound resolve arises to take its place. Then the Horn of Isha sounds once more, spurring the assembled Elves onward into deeds of legend.

The Dark Elf Wars
When the great incursion of Chaos came, destiny touched the Everqueen, Tyrion and Teclis. From the north the Dark Elves swept through Ulthuan looting, burning and pillaging. Allied with the servants of the four powers of Chaos they seemed unstoppable; the gigantic Black Arks of Naggaroth vomiting forth a wave of corruption onto the shores of the Elf lands. Ships of rune-woven red iron brought frenzied Chaos Warriors to Ulthuan and the Witch King of Naggaroth once more set foot on the land from where he’d so long ago been driven. Everywhere the unprepared Elves suffered defeat after defeat at the hands of their depraved kin. In the lands of Men things went no better. The shattered Empire, long a cauldron of factional strife, could not stand against the tide of Chaos. It was a time of blood and darkness; the world was ending in death and destruction.

Tyrion was in Avelorn at the court of Alarielle, the newly crowned Everqueen, when the Dark Elves came. The thunderous voices of their beasts filled the ancient woods. The shrill blast of their brazen trumpets echoed triumphantly through the heart of the land. Hurriedly the Maiden Guard of the Queen moved to meet the threat to their lady. A hastily assembled force of warriors was thrown into battle but to no avail. The Dark Elves were too strong and it Iooked as if the Everqueen, the spiritual leader of Ulthuan, would fall into their clutches. In desperation, Tyrion pulled her from her silk pavilion and cut a bloody path clear of the massacre, slaying any Dark Elf that got in his way. As they fled, Tyrion was stabbed by the blade of a Witch Elf, but disregarded his wound, and the two escaped into the heart of the ancient forests and disappeared. Word of the Everqueen’s loss spread through the land and the hearts of the High Elves were filled with deep despair.

When the news of Tyrion's disappearance reached the White Tower, Teclis refused to believe his brother was dead. From birth, he and Tyrion had shared a special link and he was convinced that it Tyrion were dead he would know. He decided to leave the tower and seek him out. Using all his cunning arts he forged himself a blade and wove it round with deadly enchantments. Seeing that Teclis could not be dissuaded, the High Loremaster gifted him with the War Grown of Saphery and let him go. He sensed destiny in the youth and knew that the fate of the Elf kingdoms rested on his shoulders. Teclis was stronger now, the potions of the Loremasters had gone a long way towards giving him mortal strength. The High Loremaster hoped it would be enough.

Tyrion and the Everqueen fled through a land laid waste by war. The old forests burned as the Dark Elves took vengeance tor their long exile. An army of Ellyrian horsemen was destroyed in the field by the Witch King’s sorcery. The Princes of Caledor strove unsuccessfully to wake the last Dragons while the great navies of Lothern were driven from the seas by the enemy in a series of titanic battles. A Dark Elf army re-took the Blighted Isle and the Altar of Khaine fell once more into Dark Elf hands. Triumph followed triumph for the spawn of Naggaroth. Bitter defeat piled upon bitter defeat for the High Elves.

The Dark Elves were filled with glee at the news of the loss of Alarielle, but the Witch King refused to believe the rumour of her death. He insisted that her body be found so he could display it crucified upon his standard. Four assassins stood before him and pledged to know no rest till they brought him Alarielle’s corpse. The Dark Elves sought the pair everywhere. Tyrion and the Everqueen often hid, crawling through the loam to avoid the eyes of Dark Elf patrols. As the Witch Elf poison gripped him, Tyrion grew ever weaker and more feverish, but with her land disrupted the young Everqueen could not find the power to save him.

The High Elves were reduced to fighting a guerrilla war in their own land while the servants of Darkness reigned everywhere. But now a new rumour filled all ears. A sorcerer was abroad and no one could stand against him. He was a pale youth who wore the War Crown of Saphery. Where he walked the Dark Elves trembled, for he commanded the powers of magic as if born to them. His words summoned lightning and cast down monsters and destroyed Chaos Warriors with a word. The Slaaneshi Champion Alberecht Numan challenged him to battle, but he and all his followers were in an instant reduced to dust. He intervened at the Battle of Hathar Ford and slew Ferik Kasterman’s Coven of Ten - the most feared Tzeentchian sorcerers of the day. These were small victories, but in those days of darkness they gave the High Elves some hope.

Hope was what the folk of Ulthuaris many kingdoms desperately needed. The claw of Chaos held the island- continent firmly in its grip. From Chrace in the north to Eataine in the south, the Elf lands were overrun. Not even the waters of the Inner Sea were free of Dark Elf incursion. Ships were carved from the blighted forests with supernatural speed, and raiders moved as far as the Isle of the Dead before being turned back by the warding spells. Only in Saphery, around the White Tower, and by the walls of the mighty fortress city' of Lothern were the Dark Elves halted, and even there things looked grim. Three Black Arks laid siege to the great lighthouse of Lothern, the Glittering Tower. By day and night spell blasts and siege engine shots battered the walls. The Phoenix King himself was trapped within the city, and it seemed only a matter of time before the entire land was devoured. With the Everqueen lost, the Elves had little heart to fight on.

The Darkest Hour
In the forests of Avelorn the hunt was closing in. The four assassins finally caught up with Tyrion and his charge, coming upon their camp by night. The wounded Elf Lord fought like a blood-mad wolf. Under the furious onslaught of his blade the Dark Elves died, but not before one unleashed a messenger familiar to carry word of their discovery to the Witch King. Howling with triumph the Lord of Naggaroth then sent forth his pride and joy, the Keeper of Secrets, N’Kari. With a roar, the Greater Daemon sped through the night to find its prey.

The Daemon found Tyrion and the Everqueen in the dark hour before the dawn, descending upon them like a falling star from the firmament. Once, the Everqueen could easily have banished the Daemon, but her power was much reduced even as her land was ravaged. Tyrion reeled to his feet, determined to sell his life dearly. With a sweep of one mighty fist, the Daemon dashed the wounded warrior aside. Looming over the Everqueen it reached out to caress her cheek with its claw.

Lightning suddenly split the night and the Daemon was knocked back. A frail-looking figure emerged from the forest. On his head was the horned-moon helm of Saphery and he swiftly took up position between the queen and the Keeper of Secrets. With an angry bellow, the Daemon rose to confront him. Teclis spoke words of thunder and a sphere of coruscating energy leapt forth, its touch instantly casting the Daemon back into the Realm of Chaos. Swiftly Teclis went to his brother’s aid. Using all the healing lore he had learned in the White Tower he managed to summon Tyrion’s spirit back from the brink of death’s abyss.

Teclis guided the Everqueen and his twin to the shores of the Inner Sea. There they were picked up by a white ship crewed by the remnants of the Queen’s Guard. This carried them to the Plain of Finuval where the shattered remnants of the Elf armies were assembling for a desperate last stand.

Charioteers from Tiranoc raced into position between Silver Helm cavalry and spearmen from Cothique and Yvresse. Ellyrian cavalrymen mustered beside the elite White Lions of Chrace. Griffon-mounted Elf Lords soared over the army. Sword Masters of the White Tower formed up alongside the Everqueen’s Maiden Guard. When word of the Everqueen’s presence was known, a great cheer went up from the army, and all the warriors gained new heart. But then a cloud of dust on the horizon announced the arrival of their enemies.

The Battle of Finuval Plain
That night the two armies camped almost within bowshot of each other. The watchfires of one force could be seen by the pickets of the other. In the Elf camp Tyrion and Teclis were greeted by their father Arathion. The old Elf lord gifted Tyrion with the Dragon Armour of Aenarion. This armour had been worn by the first Phoenix King during the ancient wars with Chaos. It had been forged in the searing heat of Vaul’s Anvil and could resist even the fiery breath of Dragons. Out of gratitude for his rescue of the Everqueen, the Elves of Ellyrion presented him with their finest steed, Malhandir, last of the bloodline of Korhandir, father of horses. The Everqueen herself gifted him with a heart-shaped brooch which she had woven with enchantments for his safe return. In his mighty fist Tyrion grasped the runesword Sunfang, forged in elder days to be the bane of Daemons. So Tyrion was made ready for battle.

To Teclis, Alarielle gave the sacred Staff of Lileath. It granted him strength and power so great that he had no need for his enabling potions. He refused the offer of any sword though, preferring instead to use the blade he had forged with his own hands. He was now ready to stand beside his brother in the heat of battle.

The coming of day revealed the full extent of the Chaos forces. Endless ranks of Dark Elf crossbowmen chanted the praises of dark gods. A horde of Cold Ones croaked and bellowed in the chill morning light. Mail-armoured warriors brandished their spears. Witch Elves cackled and screamed maniacally. Beastmasters herded monsters into position. One entire flank of the Witch King’s army was held by Chaos Knights and their bestial retinues. The Elves were greatly outnumbered and the situation kxtked desperate. From a blasted hill in the centre of that evil army, the black- armoured figure of the Witch King surveyed the battlefield, confident that victory was within his iron-clawed grasp.

Urian Poisonblade, the Witch King's personal champion, called out a challenge to single combat. Was there anyone in the Elf army brave enough to face him? Urian’s reputation preceded him. He had been bred for battle by the Witch King himself. He was the greatest of assassins, the most relentless of slayers.

Arhalien of Yvresse was the first to respond. He was a mighty' soldier, a veteran of countless battles. Urian cut him down as if he were a child. The Elf army moaned in despair and dismay. Next was Korhian Ironglaive, captain of the White Lions, the most renowned warrior of Chrace. Blows were exchanged faster than the eye could follow but to no avail - within minutes the proud High Elf lay headless on the plain. Then Tyrion strode forth.

It was a battle the like of which those present had never before witnessed. It was as if gods themselves made war. Sparks flew as blade clashed on blade. Both warriors fought in deadly silence. Again and again Urian’s glowing black blade was turned by Tyrion’s armour. Again and again the master assassin ducked the sweep of Sunfang. They fought for an hour and it seemed that neither would have the edge. Spells blistered the air around them as the Witch King sought to aid his champion. Sweat glistening on his brow, Teclis dispelled them.

Every witness held their breath. It seemed impossible that anyone could survive in the middle of that storm of blades. Then Tyrion slipped and Urian loomed over him blade held high. It was the opening that the High Elf had waited for. A quick thrust of his weapon found the assassin’s heart. The host of darkness let out a howl of anguish and charged forward to overwhelm the lone Elf warrior and the Elf army raced to meet them. Malhandir reached his master first and Tyrion vaulted into the saddle then turned to face his foes.

The two forces clashed at the heart of Finuval Plain. The Dark Elves had the greater number and their allies were fell. The High Elves were fighting for their homeland and the Everqueen. They had the desperate courage that flowed from knowing that this might be their last chance to turn the tide. All that long day the armies fought with savage fury. Both sides were driven by the consuming hatred that their ancient civil war had bred. Flights of crossbow bolts, so numerous that they darkened the sky, were met by clouds of white fletched arrows. Monstrous Cold Ones were hamstrung by rumble Elf warriors. The horse¬men of Ellyrion were pulled down by the foul beasts of Chaos. Spells crackled back and forth through the air. Blood mingled with the dust thrown up by the battle. Thousands died but neither side gave any ground. So great was the carnage that warriors fought over bodies of the dead and ravens feasted on the wounded trapped inside the mounds of corpses.

Right at the centre, Tyrion fought with the fury of an enraged beast. His great burning blade cut down foes with every stroke, and his shining mail turned the swords of his desperate foes. By himself he was worth an army. Where he rode the Elves took heart. Malhandir trampled Dark Elves beneath his silver-shod hooves. But Tyrion could not be everywhere at once and slowly the weight of numbers turned the battle against the High Elves.

The Defeat of the Witch King
At the heart of the battle, Teclis wrestled with the dark sorcery of the Witch King. Naggaroth’s dark master had perfected his evil arts over long millennia and for the first time Teclis met a foe that was his match. Awesome magical energies were focussed and brought to bear. Lightning streaked the darkening sky. Terrible clouds, capable of stripping warriors to the bone, were turned aside by magical winds. Daemons howled and gibbered as they surged through the carnage. Teclis strode into the sky to better observe the battle. From the blasted hilltop the Witch King matched him spell for spell.

Teclis saw that the battle had turned. The size of the Dark Elf warhost was too great. It looked as if the Elves would be utterly massacred. Now there was nothing else for it. It was time for a last desperate gamble. He invoked the power of Lileath. His staff glowed and pulsed as the goddess fed him energy. Teclis sculpted the power into one bolt of titanic power and unleashed it upon the Witch King.

Frantically the evil one tried to turn it aside but could not. The blast descended on him, burning into his very soul. At the final moment he was forced to cast himself into the Realm of Chaos to avoid final and utter death. Freed now from the burden of dealing with the Witch King, Teclis turned his energies on the horde of evil. Spell after spell crashed down on the Dark Elves, hundreds died as lightning bolts and blasts of pure magic lashed them.

Malhandir brought Tyrion face to face with the Witch King’s standard bearer and the High Elf cut down his foe with ease. Malhandir trampled the Witch King’s banner into the mud. Seeing their Lord defeated and their standard smashed the Dark Elves fell into despair. Overhead the seemingly unstoppable Teclis rained magical doom down on them, whilst before them an unstoppable warrior clove through their ranks like a ship through the waves. Almost to a man that vast army turned and fled. Almost to a man they were cut down. The High Elves had won their first major victory of the year. The tide had turned.

Tyrion led the army south to relieve Lothern. Word of his coming gave heart to the High Elves. The tall warrior wearing the Everqueen’s favour and his sorcerer twin became feared by their foes. The High Elf army fell on the besiegers of Lothern, putting them to the su'ord. The Phoenix King led his guard from Lothern to meet them. Caught between the hammer and the anvil, the besieging army was crushed. Outside the walls of Lothern, Tyrion and Teclis were greeted by the Phoenix King himself.

Within two days a great plan was conceived to drive rhe Dark Elves from the land. Tyrion would lead one High Elf army to Saphery to relieve the Tower of Hoeth. Meanwhile, the Phoenix King would drive north and engage the enemy directly. Word arrived from Caledor that the Dragons had been roused. At last, victory was within the High Elves’ grasp.

The Gift of Magic
Just as the armies readied to set out, a battered ship limped into harbour. It was commanded by Pieter Lazio, personal ambassador of Magnus the Pious. He bore a tale of woe from the Old World. The armies of Chaos had overrun Kislev and looked set to sweep over the lands of Men. Magnus had led the human defence of the Empire and, desperate for help, had sent to the Elves for aid.

The Elves knew that they could barely spare a single warrior from their forces and yet they knew that if Mankind failed then the forces of Chaos in the Old World would be free to aid the Dark Elves.

Hearing once more the call of destiny, Teclis volunteered to go to the aid of Mankind. Yrtle and Finreir, two of his old comrades from the Tower of Hoeth agreed to go with him.

It was all that could be done. The two brothers parted at the docks in Lothern. It was a bleak farewell. Neither knew it they would ever see each other again. Teclis took to his ship. Tyrion rode away with his army.

Now leading the Elf army, Tyrion proved to be every bit as skillful a general as he was a warrior. His surprise attack routed the Chaos forces in the wixids around the White Tower. Joined by a contingent of Sword Masters, his army marched on into southern Avelorn to reclaim the Everqueen’s land. There the Dark Elves had been demoralised by the Witch King’s defeat and hounded relentlessly by guerrilla forces. Tyrion drove them out of the woods and into the hills of southern Chrace.

In this mountainous land a savage war of ambush and counter-ambush was fought. But the Phoenix King had lent Tyrion the services of a unit of White Lions and these bold warriors’ knowledge of their homeland was to prove invaluable. In the year 2303, exactly two years after the invasion began, the Phoenix King and Tyrion met at Tor Achare, the capital of Chrace. The Dark Elves had been driven from the mainland of Ulthuan. The war was all but over, although bitter fighting was to rumble on in the islands for many decades.

In the Old World, Teclis and his companions arrived at the court of Magnus the Pious, where Teclis’s wise advice and mighty sorcery soon made him an invaluable counsellor. The influence of the three High Elf Mages changed the course of the war. They taught some simple battle-spells to the human hedge-wizards and these, combined with their own command of awesome forces, aided in many victories. The Mages proved willing to spill their own blood in defence of the lands of man. Teclis and Finreir both took many wounds; Yrtle fell in battle and was buried with great honour. But it was after the war, when Magnus had driven the enemy from the land and he’d been hailed as the new Emperor, that he performed what was to be his most significant act.

Magnus requested that Finreir and Teclis teach the full secrets of magic to men. He had seen how instrumental it had been in holding back the tide of Chaos and wanted to add yet another weapon to Mankind’s arsenal. At first Finreir resisted. Elves and Men had come to blows in the past and would surely do so again. Teclis took the long view. He argued that by helping Men protect themselves against Chaos they would create an invaluable bulwark against the forces of darkness. Eventually Teclis's view prevailed and the Colleges of Magic were established. Teclis himself taught the first human students and more than twenty years passed before he returned home. Through his work as a teacher, he grew fond of the race of Men and saw in it the possibility and the threat that in time it might far exceed the declining race of Elves.

The two brothers met again at their ancestral home in the year 2326 when Teclis returned for their father’s funeral. It was a sad moment but the two embraced joyously. Tyrion was now a warrior of incomparable valour and skill at arms and had become the chosen Champion of the Everqueen, second only to the Phoenix King among the defenders of Ulthuan. Teclis planned to return to the Empire to continue his work, and to keep a closer eye on the developing race of mankind, but word came that the High Loremaster of the White Tower had died and the council of Saphery offered Teclis his position. Teclis could not refuse such an honour and so returned to the Tower of Hoeth.

Since the days of the Great War against Chaos, the two brothers have been active in the defence of Ulthuan. Tyrion led the army that defeated Erik Redaxe’s army of Norse raiders and twice led expeditions to the Blighted Isle to reclaim the Altar of Khaine from the Dark Elves. Both times he drove the spawn of Naggaroth off but always they return. When not leading the armies to war he dwells at the court of the Everqueen and keeps the peace in Avelom, slaying marauding monsters and hunting down bands of Beastmen and Goblins.

Teclis probes the ancient mysteries of sorcery at the White Tower. Often his researches demand that he visit the far comers of the world. He has ventured as far afield as Cathay and Lustria and has aided armies both human and High Elf against the forces of evil.

The End Times
Arkhan the Black, premier servant of Nagash saw that the Chaos Gods were rising and the End Times beginning. He knew that the power of Nagash would be needed to prevent their destroying the world and so penetrated the wall of faith around Sylvania and allied with Mannfred von Carstein with the aim of resurrecting Nagash. Mannfred had no real sense of the End Times and only sought to use Nagash to increase his own power. They devised a ritual using a number of Mannfred's prisoners a number various relics of the Great Necromancer. Between them they collected the Nine Books of Nagash, his armour, staff, the Fellblade and crown. They traveled to the Nine Daemons circle of standing stones to perform the ritual. The prisoners needed for the ritual were all of some form of priest or had a connection to some deity or another. They included Volkmar the Grim, Morgianna le Fay Aliathra the Everchild and various other priest/priestesses/templars.

However, in collecting the prioners and relics they had made many enemies. Malagor's Beastman horde, a throng from Karak Kadrin led by the Slayer King Ungrim, the survivors of the Imperial fortress Heldenhame, the Wood Elf force of Araloth and the High Elf force of Eltharion all entered Sylvannia to stop the undead lords, for various different reasons. The Dwarven army destroyed the Beastmen army at the Battle of Red Cairn but suffered heavy casualties and were forced to return home. The Wood Elves army was redirected by Lileath and travelled by mystical means to Ulthuan. The impatient Imperial force was ambushed and destroyed by Mannfred.

The only force left to stop the ritual was the High Elf force. They had been sent to Sylvannia to rescue Aliathra, who was the daughter of The Phoenix King Finubar and Alarielle the Everqueen, by Prince Tyrion (who was in reality secretly her real father). Aliathra had been captured by Mannfred the year before while on a diplomatic mission to Karaz-a-Karak. It was unknown to all concerned that the capture had actually been orchestrated by Teclis who, knowing the truth of her parentage, knew that the use of Aliathra in the ritual would mean that Nagash would not return at his full strength.

In Ulthuan, all the greatest of Elven heroes arrived to capital. This was greatest assemblage of Elven heroes in many hundreds of years. There was Prince Tyrion, the Everqueen's Champion; his brother Teclis; Eltharion of Tor Yvresse; Edyra of Tiranoc; Ystranna of Avelorn and Belannaer of Hoeth. The Everqueen, Alarielle, was certain Aliathra still living and Teclis used his spells to find her location as the great rescue departed Ulthuan.

Alarielle went to Athel Loren to ask help to rescue her daughter. The Council of Athel Loren gathered at the King's Glade. Among them was Durthu, Eldest of Ancients. The Everqueen Alarielle told them about her daughter Aliathra and how she was prisoner in Sylvania. She wanted Wood Elves help to rescue her daughter. Also there was talk about the shifting balance of the Weave. At the end Durthu ruled that there would be rescue attempt, but this came with a price for Alarielle. Araloth, Lord of Talsyn and Ariel's Champion, was entrusted to handle this task and gather a host.

The Wood Elves led by Lord Araloth assaulted on the Banshee Queen Kalledria's lair, fighting numerous ghouls, coven of spirits and Kalledria, who was banished by remaining spellweavers. Soon the host continued its journey. The moon broke through the darkness above the Sylvania, and a slender elf-woman moved to bar Wood Elves path. She was pale, yet still beatiful beyond measure that gleam like the stars. Even others were not trusting, Lord Araloth knew that the newcomer was his goddess. Goddess spoke to Araloth advising to forget the Everchild. She crushed the magical locket that Everqueen Alarielle gave to Araloth, then summoned a portal. Araloth addressesdthe host, telling them that the Everchild's fate was no longer their to influence, and that a greater battle awaited them on a distant shore. And so the Wood Elf host enters the portal, pass from Sylvania and from mortal sight.

A the Geheimnistag, as Everqueen Alarielle was making a final speech to the council of lords and ladies, her heart suddenly overflowed with grief when Aliathra, the Everchild, was sacrificed. After this Naestra and Arahan, the Sisters of Twilight, took the Everqueen Alarielle to the Oak of Ages, which was now rotting. There the ground sunk away and revealed a stairway of roots into the darkness. Alarielle descended to the underground - this was the price she had to pay. Alarielle's soul would merge with that of the dying Ariel, who was the goddess Isha. Even Alarielle would recall moments from Isha's life, her thoughts and decisions were her own. Her power, however, would be greater that it had ever been before.

Days later, Everqueen Alarielle emerged below the Oak of Ages. She said that she was resurrected Ariel. Both Naestra and Arahan vouched for her. Furthermore, Orion embraced her as his queen. The vey next day, Alarielle spoke to the lords and ladies of Athel Loren. She urged the Council of Athel Loren to make ready for war. Ladrielle, Lady of the Silverspire (who is also Lileath) came to the Oak of Ages, where Naestra and Arahan guarded. They all went down, where Everqueen Alarielle and dying Ariel (who is also Isha) lied. Alarielle and Arile had become one.

Some time later the army of Tyrion, The Host of Khaine, set to Withelan, Avelorn, where the court of Everqueen Alarielle was. With Tyrion was also Prince Dalroth, Adranna, the Hag Sorceress Morathi and Captain Korhil.

The Battle of Withelan (2525)
The Host of Khaine arrived to Withelan, where they faced the Everqueen Alarielle, now avatar of Isha. The Everqueen's Guard included Orion, King in the Woods. With Orion there were also the Wood Elf host led by Lord Araloth and Naieth the Prophetess. With them was also Durthu, Eldest of Ancients, and his Wargrove. Daight, Lord of Torgovann died. Tyrion killed Orion (or Khaine killed Kurnous; the cycle had ended once again). Then Alarielle, the Everqueen, used the ancient power of Withelan to summon mighty magic. With this powerful magic Alarielle destroyed most of the remaining forces of The Host of Khaine. Morathi summoned her power, both sorceries clashed and when both spells imploded, the backwash striked both Morathi and Alarielle to the ground. Morathi was taken away by her handmaidens. Tyrion tried to reach Alarielle, who was protected by Durthu. Durthu was wounded, but throwed Tyrion nearly a league into Withelan's deepwoods. Remaining forces of the Host of Khaine fled, including Korhil, who was the last one. Days later Teclis meets Alarielle. After this the Wood Elves return to the Athel Loren.

During the next month Alarielle's maiden guard travelled wide across the Ten Kingdoms, carrying word of Tyrion's madness to every prince and lord who had not yet chosen a side. In Tor Alin, Morathi and Tyrion had conversation and discussed possibility to murder the Everqueen. Captain Korhil, protected by Adranna's enchantments, heardt this and was troubled by it. Alarielle and Lord Araloth travelled to the Sapphire Palace to pledge allegiance to Malekith. Alarielle maked also declaration, that as is in tradition, the Everqueen would wed the new Phoenix King, just as soon as the war was concluded. Later that night, Malekith took counsel with his dreadlords and princes. Next morning, the army marched forth from Lothern, marshalling under the banners of Naggaroth, Ulthuan and Athel Loren. Witchking Malekith and Everqueen Alarielle ride at its head.

Three nights after Captain Korhil had first heard Morathi propose the Everqueen's murder, the captain returned home to find the mansion where he and Adranna dwelt shrouded in darkness. Captain founded assassin Shadowblade in the mansion, with Adranna. He was proposed a deal - a treason, with Hellebron, high priestess of Khaine. Eight days later, when Captain Korhil had secret meeting with Shadowblade, he and his loyal White Lion veterans stealed the Widomaker from its vault. Korhil's group then leaved Tor Alin to met Hellebron. Because Korhil feared for his life, he sent Adranna south on the fastest eagle in Cothique.

Next morning Captain Korhil's deception was soon discovered. Tyrion takes his followers and headed to the forests of Avelorn. Morathi took Prince Dannor and his household guard, and headed north to the coast. Adranna arriveed to Lothern.

Two days later both Captain Korhil and his White Lions reached the coast. But also their hunters, Morathi's Hunters, reached them. Army was led by Prince Dannor and Morathi, the Hag Sorceress. In the coast were an Alliance of Enemies -an army, led by Hellebron, the Crone Queen of Har Ganeth. With her was Shadowblade. Shadowblade managed to make scar Morathi and then fled. Angered Morathi used all her power and managed to destroy Hellebron's cauldron. With the cauldron gone, Khaine’s blessings fell away from the elves of Har Ganeth. Little by little, Morathi’s superior numbers began to win. Korhil managed to kill Prince Dannor, but was alone after that. He surrendered to Morathi, who took the Widowmaker and Korhil as prisoner. Remains of the army of Har Ganeth fled.

A month later, Malekith’s army attacked Saphery. During the battle of City of Tesselia cruel-minded lordling named Killin ordered the city to be destroyed by wild magic. War turned very cruel and when Malekith’s army arrived to Tower of Hoeth and demanded the loremasters’ allegiance the gates were opened and their leader Finrer had forsaken the neutrality. Same time Tyrion’s army destroyed forests of Averlorn. Hundreds of Averlorni prisoners were taken as slaves.

At the same time, the mountain passes between Saphery and Cothique turned into warzones.

Tyrion returned to Tor Alin. During the full moon he revenged to Captain Korhil his betrayal brutally. Then summoned his armies before the gates of Tor Alin, where a new shrine to Khaine had been raised. Tyrion himself beheaded Avelorni prisoners one by one with the Widomaker. As they were all dead, then mangled Korhil was finally dragged to the shrine. He was executed by Prince Dalroth using Korhil’s own axe Chayal.

War continued in the mountain passes between Saphery and Cothique.

Battle of Finuval Plains
This battle was fought amidst the ruins of Tor Ellian. Wood Elves joined the battle using the worldroots to arrive in the battle site. Thousands of Wood Elves and forest spirits perished during this battle. Adranna was captured, but Wood Elves Naestra and Arahan, the daughters of Ariel, led the charge to free the princess successfully. It is Arahan who pierced the shoulder of Prince Dalroth himself with her arrows. After the battle Malekith sent Teclis to persuade the princes to prove their loyalty to the Phoenix Throne.

Battles continued in the Sapherian shores.

Later that Teclis, Imrahil and Alarielle tried to convince Malekith to travel to the Isle of the Dead and shatter the Great Vortex, the spirit of Lileath walked in the halls of Castle Drakenhof. As Nagash broke the death magic from the Vortex, he also destroyed Ereth Khial, the elven goddess of the dead. Her divine remnants were bound to Princess Eldyra’s mortal from during the attempt to rescue Everchild. She was then captured by the followers of Nagash. Lileath helps mad Eldyra mortal form to be captured fully by Ereth Khial. Then she broke free and leaved with Lileath. As they leaved the Castle Drakenhof, the shadow of Khaine grown. Many in Malekith forces betray their brothers violently. This is Lileaths plan and Malekith is finally convinced to shatter the Great Vortex. Alarielle took a skycutter and travelled to met broken Admiral Aislinn founded from the shores of destroyed Avelorn. Aislinn offered his alliance to Malekith.

Battles continued in the Sapherian shores. As Tyrion's forces pushed Malekith's army to the sea, the ships of Aislinns fleet came and saved the survivors. Then, came the waited fleet of Lokhir Fellhearth, but they had changed their allegiance to Tyrion. Fellhearth’s fleet took the Tyrions army. Aislinn alone arrived to the Fellhearth black ark Tower of Blessed Dread, with skycutter. The Herald of Mathlann himself cursed Tyrion and his forces, before he was killed by Tyrion. Then suddenly rised a violent storm. Gale and a colossal wave hit the fleet.

The Final Battle of Ulthuan (2526)
As dawn broke next morning, the Tower of Blessed Dread arrived on the Isle of the Dead’s northern shore. Ship had been badly mauled by Aislinn’s storm. Dozens of other vessels had drowned and only five remained. Perharps about ten thousand warriors only survived to make land fall. The Final Battle was ready to begin. The Destroyers were the army of Tyrion, led by Tyrion, Lokhir Fellhearth, Morathi and Prince Dalroth. Tyrion raced the death to help his army. The Phoenix King’s Alliance was lead by Malekith, Prince Imrik, Everqueen Alarielle, Lord Araloth, Naestra & Arahan, Teclis and Princes Adranna. Also their ranks were joined Alith Anar and Naieth the Prophetess.

Teclis started his ritual, which would have been impossible without Nagash breaking the Vortex. He has trained for two years this and has the help of most powerful of loremasters. Princes Adranna was killed by Morathi’s magic. As the dead spirits of the heroes, kings and princes arose, Malekith ordered the dead kings to join him. Korhil’s spirit also returned and attacked Prince Dalroth, hacking his head off. When Alith Anar sees the spirits of his sires to join the battle, he finally choosed his sides. Then the Wind of Beasts teared itself free, shaking the island grounds. Lokhir Fellhearth tried to attack Imrik, but is shot by spirit of Ystranna of Avelorn. Fellharth’s crew dragged their wounded master clear, and Imrik sadly saw his savior to vanish.

As Tyrion tried to reach Teclis and kill him in the Vortex, it is Tyrion’s steed Malhandir that betrayed his dark lord throwing him to the ground and escaping. Then Malekith attacked Tyrion and the two kings finally met. Tyrion finally defeated Malekith, but as he was ready to kill Witchking it was Alith Anar that shoot him to death. Malekith survived. Teclis plan was to anchor the Wind of Fire to Malekith as it also snaped free. Then Wind of Heavens took its anchor from the Emperor Karl-Franz.

Raging Morathi attacked the Vortex, destroying the spirits of the mages. Her Pegasus perished as it touched the wall of wind. As Morathi used his dark sorcery, the Eye of Slaanesh opened to the Vortex. Teclis was burned badly, but saw that Slaanesh was trying to use rift to enter the mortal world. To stop this, Teclis liberated the rest of the winds.

Wind of Life caused huge earthquakes from Lothern to Tor Achare. The continental plate snaped along its spine. Tens of thousands perished as their cities slipped into the sea. Long dormant volcanos burst into furious life throughout the Annulii mountains, and lava spilled out onto the plains of Yvresse. Then the wind was anchored to Alarielle. As Wind of Shadow was torn free, the tidal waves smashed across the Inner Sea and Ellyrion all but vanished beneath the deluge. Tor Elyr disappeared beneath the waves. Then it was anchored to Malekith’s prone form. Finally, Teclis took the Wind of Light into his staff.

Spirit of Caledor Dragontamer stopped Morathi and hold her. Then as the Vortex collapsed with the rift to Slaanesh, the Dark God crapped both of them and dragged to the Realm of Chaos. The great Waystones collapsed to pieces. Malekith rised and took the Widomaker. He then throwed the sword into the sea.

After all this the realm of Ulthuan started to sink into the sea. Across the Ten Kingdoms the Wood Elf Spellweavers, sent by Alarielle, started their labour to evacuate the elves using the worldroots and taking them to the only place that was longer safe: Athel Loren. As countless elves perish, it was Slaanesh that waited for many of their souls. But many were saved by Eldyra, the new divine god of the death. A wounded Malekith was taken to safety, as also Alarielle using the Worldroots. Imrik took dragon Minaithnir and fled to safety. It was only Teclis who remained in the sinking Isle of the Dead, with his death brother.

First full moon after destruction of Ulhtuan Alarielle and Malekith married officially. Ceremony was done by Naieth the Prophetess in the King’s Glade. Even goddess Lileath arrived to gave her blessing to the union. Malekith was now crowned as Eternity King.

A New Beginning
The final realm of the Elves founded itself under a mighty siege despite the sheer power of the armies beneath the boughs. Slaanesh made his major move against some of the realms of the Wood Elves, the land of Arranac (the Summerglade) was twisted and cast into an eternal winter, and although saved by Dark Elves and fellow Wood elves, new portals to the Realm of Chaos opened all over and the region was abandoned. The realm of Anmyr fell to the hordes of Morghur as he rose once again to plague the asrai. Pretty much all of the realms were besieged in one way or another, including Drycha finally freely the mad ancient Coeddil and his cruel spirit host of dryads and treemen. He killed those sent to contain him until finally Alith Anar arrived and harried the spirit army enough to practically halt their advances.

Hellebron’s own forces fought as well, though before long her blood-crazed religion result in a tragic amount of elves killing one another during a fight against daemons, so Malekith and Alarielle chose to ban the Cult of Blood and exile Hellebron, which incensed the witch elf. Here she brooded upon her options and Be’lakor is revealed as he sneaked into her dreams and began to poison the mind of Hellebron even further, warning that she would die at the hands of the Everqueen. The Crone Queen quickly gives into Chaos and pledges herself to the Dark Gods.

Meanwhile, the Lore of Fire continued wandering masterless, though a number of individuals do tried to take it into themselves all fail with often deadly results. This is how Egrimm van Horstmann died.

The surviving forces of Bretonnians, Dwarfs, and Imprerial forces continued to march for Athel Loren and were constantly abused by rogue monsters and greenskins, pursued by the greatest warriors of the Blood God led by the recently revived Skarr Bloodwrath. Be’lakor attempted to sway Skarr to ally with him and hold off on pursuing the Emperor in favor of a more tactical approach, but Bloodwrath told Be’lakor to screw off and pursued even faster to upset the Shadow Lord. As the Emperor’s forces entered Athel Loren they continued making way to find Elven allies while making certain not to chop any trees so as not to incur the wrath of the forest. Skarr and his men pursued into the forest, which immediately alerted the Elves to their presence. The forest and elves fell upon Skarr’s forces, but the Blood God’s wrath would not be so easily defeated and he continued to gain ground on the Emperor.

As the forces of Order reached the Chasm of Echoes, the dwarfs decided they’ve had enough of running and tell the humans to go on without them as the valley would be an optimal defensive position. Balthasar Gelt also stayed with the Dwarfs to aid them, and the Dwarfs quite honestly believed he was blessed by Grungni due to his insane effect on Runes for just being near them.

The dwarfs set up an impressive gunline and blast the charging enemy to bits over and over as they defended the narrow valley, but nonetheless the servants of Khorne continued to make progress. Skarr led a charge to the dwarfs, but before he was able to make contact Gelt casted Final Transmutation and turned the chaos champion and much of his army into gold statues. However, now it was Khorne’s turn.

The Chaos God himself plunged his insanely huge sword into reality and cut a massive flaming crevice through the battle. This blow insta-killed a number of dwarfs and also undoes Gelt’s spell, bringing many Khornites back to life, including Skarr Bloodwrath again. The battle continued, but due to Khorne’s interference the Dwarfs were now trapped in a melee battle against a more powerful foe.

After a brief fight, Caradryan arrived with a host of Elves and crashes into the forces of Khorne, tipping the battle once more in the favor of Order. Skarr Bloodwrath attacked the Elf general and killed Ashtari, Caradryan’s frost phoenix, but the elf returned the favor by severing the celebrating champion’s spine. At this point the elf was mobbed by warriors, but in his moment of vengeful rage the Lore of Fire saw him as a host and binded itself to him, rebirthing Caradryan and his phoenix Ashtari and crushing the forces of Khorne.

During this fight Be’lakor made his moves and binded the daemons of the Vault of Winter to his aid, he also met with Drycha and Coeddil and convinced the spirit host to join him, then gathering Hellebron’s forces he made his move. Be’lakor caused Naieth the Prophetess of the Wood Elves to be consumed by a Chaos portal and die as she was far-seeing about Archaon and the Daemon Prince alerted the Everchosen to her observation, leading to her destruction.

As daemons from the Vault of Winter poured out of the place were Naeith once lived, Hellebron’s army swarmed towards the Oak of Ages while Drycha and Coeddil launch their assault as well from the hidden paths of the forest, causing a three-pronged attack on the ancient tree.

Battle of the Eternal Glade
A massive battle erupted in the glade as the Host of Shadow (Malekith) and the Host of Life (Alarielle) stand to fight back the forces of Be’lakor. To the east the forces of Hellebron fought those of Naestra & Arahan, to the north Malekith waged against Slaanesh’s Carnival of Silence, and finally to the south Alarielle and Durthu fought against Drycha and Coeddil’s forces.

During the epic battle, Durthu slayed his ancient brother Coeddil as the ancient treeman attempted to slay Alarielle. The Carnival of Silence was mostly butchered by Malekith and he turned his attention elsewhere during the battle. Hellebron led her forces towards Alarielle recklessly, exposing her flanks and getting her own forces slaughtered though she somehow still managed to make headway. During the battle Shadowblade fell from the Oak of Ages to kill Malekith, but the Eternity King was ready for him and after a battle atop Seraphon’s back Malekith killed Shadowblade. However, he did manage to poison Malekith and although the Incarnate of Shadow built up a resistance enough to survive, he was still weakened.

Hellebron began to make notable progress and advances on Alarielle while Drycha engaged the poisoned Malekith and pushing him back. With all notable threats engaged, Be’lakor finally entered the fray and goes to the Oak of Ages, where he plunged his claws into the tree and began to corrupt it. This caused all of the forest spirits in attendance to cry out in pain and collapsed under the sheer suffering, and Drycha tried to save the Oak, but Malekith beheaded her as she turned away from him.

Thinking he’s won, Be’lakor began to laugh until a bright light issued forth from the rent in the tree and burned him. The Daemon Prince backed away and to his horror and elf rised out of the wound in the great tree. Stepping forth from the light is the reason Teclis stole the Flame of Ulric, the corpse of Ariel, the Wind of Light, and the body of Tyrion.

Tyrion, Incarnate of Light, stepped forth from the Oak of Ages and engaged Be’lakor.

The Daemon Prince quickly realized he was outmatched and sighted so he flees the battle. Imrik arrived with reinforcements and the rest of the aggressing forces were crushed. Be’lakor and Hellebron both escaped.

The Elves met a quick council to decide the fate of Tyrion. Teclis revealed his entire plan and managed to convince the council of elves thanks to help from Lileath and the council accepted Tyrion on to their side.

At this point Caradryan arrived with the force of Bretonnians, Imperials, and Dwarfs he assisted and after some deliberation the council of elves decided to welcome them into Athel Loren. The next council gathering then included the Emperor, who seemed to have some unknown relationship with Tyrion, Duke Jerrod of Quenelles, and the Runelord Gotri Hammerson. After some brief discussion, word came that a terrifyingly massive army of Undead had arrived on the border of the forest led by none other than Nagash himself.

As the army of Elves, Men, and Dwarfs combind their forces for a battle, Mannfred von Carstein was sent to tell the leaders of the gathered host that Nagash wished to parley.

After a great debate about whether or not to allow Nagash to join them the incarnates eventually agreed to allow Nagash on to their council and so the Council of Incarnates was formed and met for the first time.

However, in order to gain the trust of the Incarnates, Nagash spoke up and offered to give them the one responsible for the death of Aliathra and so he handed over Mannfred von Carstein. Mannfred was imprisoned beneath the Oak of Ages to have his life sapped away and spent forgotten as the fate of the world was decided. After being sealed away, Vlad visits Mannfred and basically warned his remaining son to stay down there or perhaps do something sensible for once before leaving, leaving Mannfred enraged.

The Council met and debated various ideas on how to handle the threat posed by Archaon Everchosen and each member has differing ideas and they were constantly at an impasse. The council briefly halted to deal with the final invasion by Morghur, and as Imrik and other Incarnates struggled to hold back the tide of Beastmen and Daemons, Nagash came forward and pretty much obliterated the entire army with a single move stunning much of the Council and reminding them all he was still in another league. There also appeared to be a curious relationship between Nagash and Karl Franz.

Deep within the Oak of Ages, Be’lakor appeared from the shadow to speak with Mannfred. The Daemon Prince offered freedom if Mannfred would sign over his soul, but the vampire refuses. Instead, he offered information he learned just before Nagash imprisoned and handed him over when Lileath was trying to convince the Incarnates to heed her advice by giving all of her Elven Goddess names. Be’lakor, desiring the blood of a goddess, freed Mannfred and went after Lileath.

Mannfred, however, decided he would rather cheat the Daemon of his prize, so he goes to Duke Jerrod and revealed to the Bretonnian that his Lady was none other than Lileath of the Elves and their people had been manipulated from the very beginning. Jerrod bursted his way into a Council meeting and demanded to speak to Lileath alone, to which she ascended.

Duke Jerrod demanded an explanation, but to his horror found out that Mannfred spoke true. Bretonnia was created by an Elven God as a way to provide cattle to protect the Elven nations. She manipulated the Bretonnians, allowed them all to be murdered and destroyed, and denied them the chance of having any real pantheon so she could accomplish her own selfish goals. She tried to convince him that his entire nation’s sacrifice was not in vain as the souls of all deceased Bretonnians were denied death and actually went on to defend the world that Lileath created for her daughter and Araloth. This only enraged Jerrod as he was disgusted to learn that even in death she continued to use and manipulate them.

Sadly for Lileath Be’lakor learned of this hidden realm as he was in the shadows listening to the entire conversation. As Jerrod decided he was going to kill Lileath for her abuse of his people, the daemon surged forth to take Lileath for himself. In a moment of chivalrous nature, the Duke decided to defend Lileath and battled against the Daemon Prince. He suffered injuries, but him and Lileath were saved as Tyrion and Malekith rode up and captured Be’lakor within a prison of light and shadow.

At this point Jerrod reports to the rest of the Bretonnians what he has learned. In defiance of Lileath’s last request of him, the Duke refuses to stand by the Incarnates and rides out of Athel Loren. While leaving he meets Vlad and the vampire sends two of his own to guide the Bretonnians to a Abbey in the Grey Mountains where news has spread Gilles le Breton is making his final stand against the apocalypse. Also riding alongside King Breton is none other than the legendary vampire Abhornash, first of the Blood Dragons. The two legendary knights were fighting side by side to try and save that part of the world. Thus do the Bretonnians ride out to aid their King and their part in this tale ends.

Vlad brought with him to Athel Loren. Eldyra, Tyrion’s student who was captured by Mannfred and Lileath revealed to have become the Elven Goddess of death reincarnated. She was the one who created Lileath’s Haven using the thousands upon thousands of souls perished from Ulthuan’s destruction as its foundation. She has grown sick of her existence and begged Tyrion to kill her, which he does much to Vlad’s irritation.

A lot of dialogue happened before the council meets again, but now their final challenge assaulted Athel Loren. During a purging of more Beastmen, Imrik was killed as the Blood Hunt, Khorne’s most powerful force of daemons, erupted into Athel Loren with orders from Archaon to take Karl Franz’s skull and bring his flesh to the Everchosen.

The Blood Hunt unleashed
While this force marcheed towards the Kingsglade, the Incarnates interrogated Be’lakor. Without much prompting Be’lakor revealed the plan of the Lord of Chaos. Archaon had found an artifact deep within the rock Middenheim was built upon. If the artifact from the time of the Old Ones were to be activated and abused by the servants of Chaos, it could be detonated to form a new entrance to the Realm of Chaos right there in Middenheim. This would unbalance the world’s geometric grid that has held the Realm of Chaos in check all of these millennia. With this new portal opened, Chaos would consume all. Be’lakor for punishment wsa sealed within a ruby on the Everqueen’s crown so that he may never return to the Realm of Chaos and informed them of the Incarnates plans.

At this point the Bloodhunt quite literally bursted unto the scene and a massive fight began. Ka’Bandha (the Bloodthirster Archaon summoned) led the hunt against the gathered force of the Incarnates. With their armies spread out, the Incarnates were hard pressed to defend themselves and an insane battle broke out with the Incarnates slowly but surely losing more and more ground.

Just before this battle Lileath revealed to Teclis everything she had done, for she had led to the doom of most of the world in the hopes to cripple the Chaos Gods enough to protect her new world and she strongly believed there was no hope to defeat the Gods. Teclis did not know this and felt rage and despair at her deception. Despite this, Lileath got her just deserts because she realized that the Haven has vanished from her sight and seemed to have been somehow lost or destroyed, so all of her manipulation was for nothing.

In a final desperate act, Lileath commanded Teclis to kill her and used her power to teleport all of the Incarnates to Middenheim so that they may stop Archaon. Reluctantly, he agreed and killed Lileath, using what was left of her godly power to teleport all of the Incarnates.

Middenheim (2528)
Teclis’ spell worked and teleported all of the Incarnates and their respective armies to Middenheim, though the bad news was that they’re all spread out from one another, but each incarnate started to push forward towards the center of the city where Archaon dug a giant pit in the ground.

Teclis had the unfortunate luck of teleporting himself directly into Archaon’s throne room and was captured by the Everchosen. Here he saw all of Archaon’s gathered champions. Mannfred and Hellebron have both came to pledge allegiance to Archaon as well as another mysterious figure from the far south… Also in attendance were individuals such as the shamed Throgg who lost Praag to Gotrek and Felix, Sigvald the Magnificient, a Verminlord, and various other champions. Each were sent out to engage the Incarnates armies.

The Everqueen, greatly weakened from Athel Loren taking so much damage earlier, found herself greatly weakened as a horde of Khornite followers led by Hellebron came bearing down on her host. Durthu led the charge and the titanic battle began in earnest. Vlad arrived but decided not to get involved unless it looks as though the Everqueen might stood a chance, which at the moment she doesn’t appear to. However, with a massive explosion, the walls around the Host of Life exploded, the debris crushed scores of Khornites as the dwarfs marched forward with Gotri Hammerson and Balthasar at their head. Dwarfen war machines eradicated entire sections of Hellebrons host and the dwarfs rushed in, cutting the Crone Queen’s forces in half. Durthu left Allarielle’s side and her request to go kill a massive Bloodthirster, which he did quite easily.

However, as the treeman left her side, Hellebron finally fought her way up to Aliathra. Hellebron stabbed her, but before the killing blow can land the Everqueen puts a hand to Hellebron’s head and cured the elf of her madness. In the confusion as she realizes what she’s done over the last few thousand years, Allarielle used Hellebron’s own dagger to kill the Crone Queen.

Allarielle collapses and in a rage Durthu came over and wrecked havoc on the Khornites’s line. Vlad came in and began to resurrect bodies as he fought his way through. In a final act, Durthu decided to give all of his life to restore the energy within the Everqueen, restoring her to life. This sacrifice was the death of the ancient treeman but brought back Allarielle with much of her power. However, they’re still overwhelmed so the dwarfs told Balthasar Gelt to go and they’d hold the line.

Balthasar grabbed Allarielle and the two of them went riding towards the center of the city and left their armies behind to hold back the tide. Vlad climbed a building and found Isabella and Mannfred awaiting him. Mannfred fled, and the two lovers engage in their final battle. Vlad battled Isabella and decided he can’t stand seeing her blinded by a daemon of Nurgle.

In his final move, Vlad puts his ring of resurrection on a finger of Isabella and casted both of them from the wall, where they both had their hearts impaled by a stake at the bottom. The familiarity of this death was not lost on Vlad. So passed Vlad von Carstein in an effort to save the one his loves.

The Dwarfs planted their standards and prepared for the final battle that they were fairly certain their went to lose. As they primed their weapons for their last stand, the White Dwarf, Snorri Whitebeard, First High King of the Dwarfs appeared and joins Gotri Hammerson and the Zhufbar Dwarfs. As he standed there, much to the living dwarfs amazement, the High King called upon every Dwarf to stand in their shield wall one last time to defend the world. So came forth every fallen Dwarf hero; Ungrim Ironfist, Throgrim Grudgebearer, King Alfrik of Karak Hirn, Runelord Thorek Ironbrow, Kragg the Grim and Snorri Whitebeard standing on a shield held by Josef Bugman and Gotrek Gurnisson. The dwarfs sang proudly as their enemy charged and the folk of the mountains made their last stand.

The Final Battle

The incarnates clashed against Archaon’s Swords of Chaos and his daemonic forces. Grimgor’s Da Immortalz slammed into Archaon’s forces while Nagash’s undead horde raged against the daemons. Teclis was freed by Malekith and regained his equipment so he joined the battle to decide the fate of the world.

Grimgor finally came face to face with Archaon and the two began their rather infamous rematch and the battle was insane as Grimgor was clearly far superior in strength to Archaon. During the fight, Grimgor headbutted Archaon, crushing the Eye of Sheerian which removed Archaon’s ability to see the future for dodging and took away his magical prowess. Archaon released the Daemon within his blade and finally managed to best Grimgor, cutting the ork down and casting the Lore of Beasts out.

Sigmar then moved forward and Archaon and the Emperor of mankind finally had their true duel. Sigmar told Archaon (calling him Diederick Kastner) that had he remained pure he would have banished Chaos forever from the world, but instead he was weak and gave into daemons and the Dark Gods. Archaon, enraged, refused to acknowledge him as a god and striked down Deathclaw. Sigmar returnd the favor and killed Dorghor with a blow from his hammer.

The duel continues and after his shield is destroyed by Sigmar, Archaon managed to disarms the Emperor and gloats as he went in for the final blow. Sigmar resolutely quotes the end of the prophecy that drove Archaon to madness, which told that the Everchosen would be defeated by a Hero of Light. Saying this, Sigmar formed the shape of the two-tailed comet with his hand and generated a massive amount of lightning from it before grabbing the Slayer of Kings by the blade. With a daemonic shriek, the blade shattered into hundreds of fragments and Archaon was left defenseless. Sigmar roared with divine fury and punched Archaon twice, sending the Everchosen off a cliff into an endless chasm.

At this point the Incarnates gathered round the expanding portal into a new realm of Chaos as the device successfully had been activated to detonate. Using their massive energies and wills, the incarnates managed to cage the expanding portal. Teclis took both the lores of Fire and Beasts into himself, which began to literally tear him apart, but he refuses to give in. Slowly, but surely, the Incarnates began to bring the portal under control and start reducing it in size.

At this point Mannfred showed up and had a decision to make. If he aids the Incarnates and takes either Fire or Beasts into himself it is quite likely they will be able to seal the portal and save the world. Or he can give in to the Chaos Gods and doom the world.

Mannfred, in his damned selfishness, decided he’d rather serve Chaos than Nagash or help the world survive. He walked up behind Balthasar Gelt and impaled the man from behind, killing him instantly and losing the Wind of Metal. Teclis tried to take in this third wind but was consumed and burned to ash in the process. Mannfred attempted to consume the portal itself, but he’s far too inferior and the portal mutated his eyes to make him go blind. Tyrion then approached the Vampire and impaled him from behind and used his sword to light Mannfred on fire from the inside, giving the bastard a painful death though he deserved worse.

The portal expanded in a shockwave and consumed all magic from the gathered Incarnates. This crippled Sigmar for so much of his essence was bound to the lore of Heavens. Nagash attempted to overpower the forces of Chaos, but even with his monstrous willpower he eventually failed and went roaring into the abyss and disintegrated to dust.

A falling boulder fell to crush Allarielle, but for reasons never expressed Malekith pushed her out of the way and his leg is crushed instead. Sigmar got up to help Malekith, but never makes it. Archaon hurled himself over the cliff edge as he climbed back up and slammed into Sigmar. Both heavily wounded and exhausted, they battled over the Ghal Maraz and both of them went hurtling over the precipice into oblivion wrestling over the hammer.

Tyrion and Allarielle hold hands standing by Malekith as the portal exploded and consumed them all.

Habilities

 * The Chaos Bane - The Everqueen radiates harmony and order, her power is the power of Isha herself. All that is Chaos is anathema to her. As the powers of Chaos wax so her power wanes, as her powers wax so those of Chaos wane, so it has always been and always will be. Daemons which approach her feel this power. It dissolves the magic which binds them together and holds them on the earth. They feel their energies dissipate and the Realms of Chaos draw them back to mindless oblivion.


 * The Touch of the Everqueen - The Everqueen nature is not combatative in the usual sense, and although she can strike a blow this is never resolved as a wound. Instead, if an enemy is hit it becomes momentarily incapable of fighting, dazzled by the will of Isha.

Wargear

 * Shieldstone of Isha - The Shieldstone is as old as Ulthuan itself and pulses with inner energies. Only the Everqueen can release the power it contains to ward away harm from the pure-hearted, deflecting mortal blows and dashing arrows to the floor.


 * Star of Avelorn - About her noble brow the Everqueen wears a diadem of ithilmar in which is set a single radiant gem, given by Aenarion in trust to Astarielle. This is no ordinary gem, but is said to be a star taken from the heavens by Isha and bound within a magic crystal, and holds the power to heal mortal wounds.


 * Stave of Avelorn - The Stave of Avelorn is the symbol of Alarielle’s míe over the land of Avelorn. It is an ancient heirloom which is passed from one Everqueen to the next, as it has been since before the time of the Phoenix Kings, and enables Alarielle to gather the magic that flows through that land and direct it as she wishes.

Source

 * Warhammer Armies: High Elves (5th Edition)
 * pg. 84
 * pg. 86
 * Warhammer Armies: High Elves (6th Edition)
 * pg. 63
 * Warhammer Armies: High Elves (7th Edition)
 * pg. 30
 * pg. 31
 * pg. 32
 * pg. 33
 * pg. 34
 * Warhammer Armies: High Elves (8th Edition)
 * pg. 54
 * pg. 58
 * The End Times vol. I: Nagash
 * pg. 140
 * pg. 176
 * The End Times vol. III: Khaine
 * pg. 5
 * pg. 7
 * pg. 10
 * pg. 11
 * pg. 33
 * pg. 42
 * pg. 75
 * pg. 84
 * pg. 85
 * pg. 90
 * pg. 91
 * pg. 92
 * pg. 94
 * pg. 95
 * pg. 96
 * pg. 97
 * pg. 100
 * pg. 112
 * pg. 115
 * pg. 117
 * pg. 118
 * pg. 124
 * pg. 126
 * pg. 130
 * pg. 131
 * pg. 138
 * pg. 140
 * pg. 141
 * pg. 142
 * pg. 143
 * The End Times vol. V: Archaon
 * pg. 4
 * pg. 98
 * pg. 100
 * pg. 101
 * pg. 103
 * pg. 118
 * pg. 119
 * pg. 122
 * pg. 123
 * pg. 126
 * pg. 129
 * pg. 131
 * pg. 136
 * pg. 137
 * pg. 138
 * pg. 146
 * pg. 152
 * pg. 153
 * pg. 154
 * pg. 156
 * pg. 160
 * pg. 164
 * pg. 165
 * pg. 166
 * pg. 167
 * pg. 168
 * pg. 169
 * pg. 175
 * pg. 176
 * pg. 184
 * pg. 204
 * pg. 205
 * pg. 207
 * pg. 226
 * pg. 236
 * pg. 244
 * pg. 247
 * pg. 248
 * The End Times: The Return of Nagash (Novel), by Josh Reynolds
 * Chapter 4
 * Chapter 7
 * The End Times: The Curse of Khaine (Novel), by Gav Thorpe
 * Chapter 14
 * Chapter 31
 * Chapter 32
 * Chapter 33
 * Chapter 34
 * Chapter 35
 * Epilogue
 * The End Times: The Lord of th End Times (Novel), by Josh Reynolds
 * Chapter 6
 * Chapter 7
 * Chapter 8
 * Chapter 9
 * Chapter 11
 * Chapter 12
 * Chapter 13
 * Chapter 14
 * Chapter 15
 * Chapter 17
 * Chapter 19
 * Chapter 20
 * Chapter 21

Alarielle

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