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"Though our fair homeland is beset on all sides, we shall resist, as our fathers did before us. In these dark times, as our tainted brethren ravage our shores, we stand defiant and shall emerge victorious. For we are the Asur, the true kin of Aenarion, and Ulthuan shall never fall."
Prince Tyrion, Defender of Ulthuan.[3f]

Prince Tyrion, known as the Heir of AenarionDragon of Cothique, Champion of the Everqueen, and Defender of Ulthuan, is the greatest living High Elven warrior of this age. So valiant and skilled is he that the bards of Ulthuan sing that he is nothing less than Aenarion reborn -- a tale that is given credence far beyond Ulthuan's shores.[1a]

Since Tyrion's meteoric rise to fame, many have whispered of his destiny to lead the High Elves towards a glorious future, and perhaps one day to take the Phoenix Crown. When Tyrion hears of such gossip, he pays it no heed, for he is unswervingly loyal to the current Phoenix King, Finubar. [1a]

Thus does Tyrion concern himself only with the twin duties of protecting Ulthuan and its Everqueen, the beloved Alarielle. However, the latter is seen less as a duty than it is a calling of the heart -- it is common knowledge that Tyrion is Alarielle's consort, and has been for many years.[1a]

Though Tyrion is a great warrior, he is no politician, and is much given to speaking his mind or openly seeking truth where others would prefer only silence. But for his lineage and battle record, he would long ago have been ostracised by those nobles who hold themselves to be cleverer and subtler than he. [1a]

As it is, none wish to directly challenge he who banished the Daemon N'kari at the Phoenix Shrine, slew Urian Poisonblade upon the Finuval Plain and set the verminous horde of Kritsqueel to flight with the aid of none save his noble steed Malhandir. [1a]

Moreover, Tyrion not only enjoys royal patronage, he also counts many of Ulthuan's greatest heroes amongst his closest friends and allies. Indeed, some Elves even whisper that Finubar has bidden Tyrion to form a warriors' council -- a body answerable to none save the Phoenix King himself.[1a]

Alas, Tyrion's future may yet come to naught. Across the long millennia, all who have sprung from the line of Morelion, son of Aenarion, have been beset by a terrible curse. It has taken many forms as it has passed through the generations, ranging from madness of spirit and weakness of body to other, more insidious, taints.[1a]

Thus far, Tyrion appears unafflicted, though some whisper his black moods and short temper are but early signs that all should heed. It may yet be that the High Elves' most stalwart defender might one day fade into tragedy or madness. Until that day, those who would threaten Ulthuan must first defeat Tyrion, heir of Aenarion.[1a]


"Our fate brings us here and our fate sends us home! Forth! Forth now! For Ulthuan and the day of our destiny!"
Prince Tyrion, Defender of Ulthuan[8a]

Tyrion, along with his brother Teclis, were born as twin sons to the scholarly Prince Arathion, a direct descendant of the Phoenix King Aenarion himself. After Princess Alysia, the twins' mother, died during childbirth, much of their lives were spent within a secluded manor within Ulthuan's remote backcountry. Tyrion's father, having spent most of his life and fortune trying to repair the ancient Armour of Aenarion, did little to teach or raise the boys himself. Instead, the elderly Thornberry put it upon herself to take care of the rash and energetic Tyrion, and the frail and sickly Teclis.[5a] This all changed the day the twins came of age and were required to be presented to the current Phoenix King.[5b]

The twins' father, who had never spent as much time as he would have liked with his sons, held great sorrow in his eyes as he watched them leave for the capital and their audience with the Phoenix King.[5b] With the aid of Lady Malene, the twins' aunt, and Korhien Ironglaive, a White Lion bodyguard, the twins were safely escorted towards the capital city of Ulthuan, Lothern. From there, the twins began to learn their respective arts, and in a pivotal moment, the pair came face to face with N'kari, the Slaaneshi Greater Daemon who had launched the Rape of Ulthuan centuries before. At the great Temple of Asuryan, the twins would have met their death at the hands of this daemon, but the God Asuryan came to their aid, banishing the daemon from the mortal plane once more. In that moment, the High Elves realised that the twins had been marked by the hands of destiny for great deeds.[5i]


"Asuryan did not save any of the warriors with you, or any of the priests guarding his shrine. He lent his power to you and your brother. I would respectfully submit that he most likely did it for his own reasons. Now you return from the blighted edges of the world carrying a blade that was forged by Caledor and borne by Aenarion himself. I can almost feel the forces of destiny lining up behind you."
Korhein Ironglaive, former Captain of the White Lions.[7b]

In the intervening years following their encounter with N'kari, the twins went on a quest to recover the famed sword Sunfang from the ruins of an old Lizardmen temple. With the aid of a few Skeggi Norsemen, the twins entered the ruined city. When they came to its central temple, the expedition defeated its serpent guardian which protected a great hoard of treasure. From this hoard, the twins retrieved the ancient sword and returned home to Ulthuan. Even then, they did not yet comprehend the great events which were to unfold in the days to come - and the parts they would play in them.[7a]

The Dark Elven Wars

"Tyrion is the soul of charm. People like him. He knows how to put them at ease."
Loremaster Teclis, twin brother.[5s]

Tyrion leading the Shining Host of Ulthuan.

During the time of the Great War against Chaos, the hand of fate once more touched the twins. 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 Chaos worshipping 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 despair.[3a]

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 looked 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.[3a]

As they fled, Tyrion was stabbed by the blade of a Witch Elf, but he disregarded his wound, and the two escaped into the heart of the ancient forests and disappeared. Word of the Everqueen's loss spread throughout the kingdoms and the hearts of the Elves were filled with despair. When the news of his brother'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 if Tyrion were dead he would know. He decided to leave the tower and seek him out. Using all his cunning, he forged himself a blade and wove it round with deadly enchantments. Seeing that Teclis could not he dissuaded, the High Loremaster gifted him with the War Crown of Saphery and let him go. He sensed destiny in the youth and knew that the fate of the Elven 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.[3a]

Tyrion and the Everqueen fled through a land laid waste by war. The old forests burned as the Dark Elves took vengeance for 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 Chaos fleets. A Dark Elven army re-took the Blighted Isle and the Altar of Khaine fell once more into their 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 until they brought him her corpse. The Dark Elves sought the pair everywhere. Tyrion and the Everqueen often hid, blindly writhing 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.[3a]

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 Ulthuan's many kingdoms desperately needed.[3b]

The claw of Chaos held the island-continent firmly in its grip. From Chrace in the north to Eatatine in the south, the Elf lands were overrun. Not even the waters of the Inner Sea were free of Dark Elven 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 bartered 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.[3b]

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.[3b]

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 hack 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. When the Daemon's defeat was revealed in his black orb of seeing, the Witch-King was enraged. He ordered one thousand enslaved Elf prisoners sacrificed to Slaanesh immediately.[3b]

The war blazed on with renewed ferocity. 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 Tirane 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. Swordmasters 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.[3b]

Battle of Finuval Plain

The Dragon of Cothique.

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 Vaul's Anvil and could resist 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, preferring 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.[3b]

The coming of day revealed the full extent of the Chaos forces. Endless ranks of Dark Elf crossbowmen chanted the praises of Slaanesh. 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 looked desperate. From a blasted hill in the centre of that evil army, the gigantic 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.[3c]

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. He had the heart of a daemon and the eyes of a hawk. He could kill a bull with one blow of his bare hands, and deflect an arrow in flight with a sweep of his blade. On his brow was the mark of Khaine. He was Death incarnate. 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.[3c]

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 against 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, Tcclis dispelled them. Every witness held their breath. It seemed impossible that anyone could survive in the middle of that storm of blades.[3c]

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 this might be their last chance to turn the tide. For an entire day, the armies fought with savage fury. Both sides were driven by the consuming hatred that their ancient civil war had bred.[3c]

Flights of crossbow bolts, so numerous they darkened the sky, were met by clouds of white fletched arrows. Great lumbering Cold Ones were hamstrung by nimble Elven warriors. The horsemen 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.[3c]

The Defeat of the Witch King

Tyrion and his brother Teclis, fighting side by side.

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. Ten-ihle 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.[3c]

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, the carnage was too awful to contemplate. Malhandir brought Tyrion face to face with the Witch King's standard-bearer. 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 a seemingly unstoppable mage rained magical doom down on them, whilst before them an unstoppable warrior clove through their ranks like a ship through the waves.[3c]

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 tides 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 Lothem, putting them to the sword. 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 the Dark Elves from the land. Tyrion would lead one High Elf army to Saphery to relieve the Tower of Hoeth. The Phoenix King would drive north and engage the enemy directly. Word arrived from Caledor that the dragons had been roused. Victory was within the High Elves' grasp.[3d]

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 they could barely spare a single warrior from their forces and yet they knew that if Mankind fell, the forces of Chaos in the Old World would be free to aid the Dark Elves. Hearing the call of destiny once more, Teclis volunteered to go to the aid of Mankind.[3d]

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 if they would ever see each other again. Teclis took to his ship. Tyrion rode away with his army. It would be many long years before they saw each other again. 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 woods around the White Tower. Joined by a contingent of Swordmasters, 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.[3d]

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 for the men. In numerous battles they proved their willingness to spill their own blood in defence of the lands of man and Teclis and Finreir both took many wounds.[3d]

Yrtle himself 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. The new Emperor 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 might do so again. Teclis disagreed, arguing 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 became 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.[3d]

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 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, but word came that the High Loremaster of the White Tower had died and the council offered Teclis his position. Teclis could not refuse such an honour and so he returned to the Tower of Hoeth.[3d]

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 Avelorn, 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 corners of the world and he has ventured as far afield as Cathay and Lustria. He has aided armies both human and High Elf against the forces of evil and so does the fame of the Twin's grow larger ever still.[3d]


"I used to think I wanted to be a hero. I could not be a mage but I could be a mighty warrior. I told myself that many times. The truth was I simply liked killing things. There was a great anger in me, very well hidden. I liked proving I was better, stronger, faster than all the people I killed. It made me feel superior to them. There was no more conclusive proof, was there?"
Prince Tyrion, expressing his inner demons.[7c]

Tyrion is every image of a warrior.

Tyrion has the very physique and attitude of a warrior born. From an early age, Tyrion was unlike his twin brother, Teclis. While Teclis was patient, calculating and clever, Tyrion was rash but courageous and energetic.[5a] Being descended from the first Phoenix King, the doomed Aenarion, Tyrion is tainted by the cursed blood of his ancestor. This curse has given Tyrion the incipient madness of his forebearers but also their innate martial prowess and tactical stratagem.[3e] Korhein Ironglaive has seen Tyrion's innate skill first hand when the young boy beat the veteran White Lion in several strategic games of chess.[5b]

Impressed by the young boy's innate mind for tactics and strategy, the Captain of the White Lions felt he would make a promising protégé and perhaps even make a potential Phoenix King one day. As he grew up within the confines of Lothern, where he was groomed to be a possible successor to the Phoenix Throne, his skills as a general and a warrior grew exponentially. Trained by Korhein Ironglaive and Prince Iltharis in the arts of the sword and generalship, the young prince eventually grew to become an exceptionally skilled warrior amongst his peers.[5b]

As well as combat, Tyrion is also known well in Elven courts for his charms and charisma. It is often said by many of his close friends, and even his own brother Teclis, that Tyrion knows how to make people like him and make them feel at ease. Back home, Teclis had been the one favoured by their father and Tyrion had been the outsider. Here, within the capital city, it was obvious their roles were always going to be reversed. Tyrion was the one who was the centre of attention and Teclis knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was going to be that way from now on.[5s] Despite this, Tyrion has always expressed a deep sense of brotherly love for Teclis, and though Teclis may not express the same in return, they nevertheless have a strong bond that few can sever.[6a]

Despite his many talents and skills, Tyrion is but a mortal elf like any else. Though many would see him as brave and courageous against all foes, Tyrion has felt doubt, anguish, and fear like any sane being would. Many expect Tyrion to be a god reborn, yet only a few really knew his true nature. However, his people put much of their faith upon him, and so Tyrion has learned to conquer his fears and doubts and to strive to be better and stronger for the benefit and protection of his people. Yet no matter how strong Tyrion has strived to be, the Curse of Aenarion may one day consume him, and if there was one thing Tyrion fears above all, it is descending into cursed madness and becoming Khaine reborn.

Wargear & Abilities

"Tyrion was confident in the strength of his own sword arm. In his hand, the blade Sunfang pulsed with killing power. His body was sheathed in the Dragon Armour of Aenarion. From his neck, the Heart of Avelorn dangled from a lock of the Everqueen's own hair. It was woven round by protective spells of tremendous power. Tyrion knew no warrior save Aenarion had ever gone to battle better equipped or protected. If any living creature had a fighting chance against a Greater Daemon it was he, and a fighting chance was all he had ever asked for."
Prince Tyrion, about to do battle with N'kari upon the Blighted Isle[4a]

Prince Tyrion is the greatest living warrior of the elven race, and arguably the finest soldier in the world today. Even Finubar, the Phoenix King, bows to Tyrion's incredible wisdom in matters of warfare.[2a] He is not only a master swordsman, but also an awe-inspiring general — able to understand any battlefield at a glance and direct troops with superlative skill. Tyrion is an expert at turning aside his foes' attacks, avoiding their blows, and counter-attacking before they can react. He is nimble and lithe, twisting past his opponent's guard and turning suddenly to strike from unpredictable angles.[3e]

In battle Tyrion wields the magical wargear of his distant ancestors, and rides Malhandir, last of the bloodline of the father of horses. He is an unmatched warrior, the Hope of Ulthuan, Aenarion the Defender reborn.[4b]

  • Sunfang (Lacelothrai) - This ancient sword, forged to slay Daemons in the earliest days of Aenarion's rule, burns with the captured fire of the sun.[1a] The white-hot runes smouldering along its length destine blazing ruin for its victims.[4b]
  • Dragon Armor of Aenarion - This mighty armor was forged on Vaul's Anvil long ago to protect Aenarion. Upon his death, the armour was thought lost for thousands of years until it was recovered by Tethlis the Slayer. Repaired by Arathion, it is among the most powerful protective artifacts ever made.
  • Heart of Avelorn - This bloody-red ruby was a gift from Everqueen Alarielle to Tyrion, and protects the bearer from death itself. It is said that if Tyrion were to fall, the Heart of Avelorn would break and restore him to life. Such renewal would not be without price, however. Should the Heart of Avelorn shatter, then whatever bond lies between Alarielle and Tyrion would also be sundered, never to be healed in all the ages of the world.[1a]


  • In Defenders of Ulthuan, Tyrion's personal banner is depicted as a silken banner of crimson, with an embroidered phoenix intertwined with the Everqueen's silver dove.[9a]
  • In Sons of Ellyrion, it is stated that Teclis taught Tyrion a way to resist the temptation of the Widowmaker. A mantra that would bring him peace of mind that would allow him to fight unencumbered by doubt, free from anger, able to give him space to kill with complete precision. "I am the master of my soul. Aenarion's curse is not my curse. I wield my blade in the service of my kind and my home. No thought of selfish gain, no lust to rule, no urge to slay shall guide my arm. I am Tyrion, and I am the master of my soul."[10a]
  • In Sons of Ellyrion, the amulet given to Tyrion by Alarielle is a sapphire blue, smooth and with woven strands of golden hair - preserved like flies in amber - encased within the blue gem. Tyrion can also feel it respond to his touch.[10a]
  • Tyrion is older than Teclis by a few minutes.[5s]
  • When N'Kari first met Tyrion, it found his voice to be the same as Aenarion's. Tyrion's face was the same, albeit younger, less stern and less time-ravaged. Even his scent was the same, flesh for flesh. His spirit was almost the same, but didn't blaze as bright. He did not burn with the Sacred Flame of Asuryan, nor was it corrupted by the Sword of Khaine.[5t]
  • According to his brother, Tyrion snores, finding it easy to fall asleep come nightfall.[7d]




  • 1: Warhammer Armies: High Elves (8th Edition)
    • 1a: pg. 54
  • 2: Warhammer Armies: High Elves (7th Edition)
    • 2a: pg. 64
  • 3: Warhammer Armies: High Elves (6th Edition)
    • 3a: pg. 66
    • 3b: pg. 67
    • 3c: pg. 68
    • 3d: pg. 69
    • 3e: pg. 70
    • 3f: Back Cover
  • 4: Warhammer Armies: High Elves (5th Edition)
    • 4a: pg. 59
    • 4b: pg. 92
  • 5: Blood of Aenarion (Novel) by William King
    • 5a: Chapter: One
    • 5b: Chapter: Two
    • 5c: Chapter: Three
    • 5d: Chapter: Four
    • 5e: Chapter: Five
    • 5f: Chapter: Six
    • 5g: Chapter: Seven
    • 5h: Chapter: Eight
    • 5i: Chapter: Nine
    • 5j: Chapter: Ten
    • 5k: Chapter: Eleven
    • 5l: Chapter: Twelve
    • 5m: Chapter: Thirteen
    • 5n: Chapter: Fourteen
    • 5o: Chapter: Fifteen
    • 5p: Chapter: Sixteen
    • 5q: Chapter: Seventeen
    • 5r: Chapter: Eighteen
    • 5s: Chapter: Nineteen
    • 5t: Chapter 29
  • 6: Gotrek and Felix: Giantslayer (Novel) by William King
    • 6a: Chapter: One
  • 7: Sword of Caledor (Novel) by William King
    • 7a: Chapter 1
    • 7b: Chapter 13
    • 7c: Chapter 19
    • 7d: Chapter 9
  • 9: Defenders of Ulthuan by Graham McNeill
    • 9a: Chapter 14
  • 10: Sons of Ellyrion (Novel) by Graham McNeill
    • 10: Chapter 5