v1.8.4a consists of the Savage Reprisal live event. Morathi’s loathing for the High Elves has come to full fruition. Frustrated with the progress of the war in the Old World, Malekith is all too willing to hear his mother’s advice. The plan called for a great display of suffering and pain to be spread across the land to solidify a pact Morathi had made with the Chaos god Slaanesh, the Dark Prince of pain and pleasure. The suffering of High Elves has had the desired affect – Slaanesh is pleased with the attention and is marching forth his legions to join the hosts of Chaos in the struggle against the humans of the Empire and of Kislev. Kislev now faces the wrath of three Chaos gods as they carve a path of bloodshed across the steppes of the Tsardom.
Slaanesh’s commitment in the alliance is not yet solidified with the actions of Malekith, for his minions have to win acceptance among the hosts of Tzeentch and Khorne. As the forces of Destruction seek to appease the god of pain and pleasure, the forces of Order struggle against all odds to strengthen Kislev’s resolve and fortify her defenses. Read more…
Within the twisting confines of the Inevitable City lays arena in which the forces of Chaos beat their chests and proclaim their greatness. Savage brutes think that by slaughtering mindless beasts and starved creatures that they are true warriors. The hordes of Chaos know not the true values of a skilled warrior. After seeing this crass spectacle of might, I now know that our alliance with the forces of Chaos is purely for the sake of convenience, for I am certain that the legions of Naggaroth would triumph over these blood-crazed wretches.
~ Gareth Felgaze, Captain of the Uthorin Escort in the Inevitable City
With the forces of Slaanesh gathering to join their Chaos brethren, their presence has become great within the streets of the Inevitable City. Any warrior who wishes to prove his valor and win the favor of the Chaos gods must demonstrate his worth in combat of arms. The ideal location for this display is right under the eye of the Chaos gods at the heart of the Chaos Wastes – the Sacellum of the Inevitable City. It is here the hopeful-champions of Slaanesh flock that they may best their counterparts devoted to Khorne and Tzeentch, it is here they will prove their worth.
The forces of Order however are aware of the test of skills, and have sent brave volunteers disguised as the enemy into the heart of evil- the primary contingent consisting of Kislevites disguised as savage Norse followers of Khorne. Now the forces of Order confront the forces of Destruction within the walls of the Inevitable City in an attempt to disrupt the winds of Chaos.
The Sacellum Challenges scenario takes place within the grand arena in the form of a series of fights. This is a 6v6 deathmatch with three rounds – after one faction has eliminated all the opponents, the first round ends and the fight resets. Each round lasts 5 minutes. Points are awarded for kills, winning a round, and in the event that one faction has won the first two rounds, if the other faction wins the third round they get bonus points for a come-back. The gauntlet has been thrown down. Who will accept the challenges and claim victory?
In the darkest days of the elves, the Druchii ravaged the lands and slaughtered their kin. We thought Cothique was safe, with Ellyrion and Chrace between us and Nagarythe, and the armies of Caledor the First in Yvresse. But then the Druchii came, hacking and slashing their way through Chrace with their aim on our homes in Cothique; behind them came the Khanites. After centuries of peace and prosperity, the Cothiqoi were mariners, traders, shipmakes – not soldiers. The Druchii came, but Caledor did not. Cothique fell, the Asur did not ride north to our aid. The Khainites slaughtered all that did not flee to the Anulii, our cries and death-throes went unheard, unseen, unanswered. When it was too late the army of Caledor came, when all those who had suffered were dead and their blood soaked the land.
And now for the second time the Druhii come to Cothique with their aim to slaughter all of us. We cannot count on the rest of Ulthuan to save us, the past has taught us that bitter lesson. We shall stand, and we shall met the Druchii with spear, shield, and arrow, and they shall know who they face. We are Cothiqoi, and we must be masters of our own fate!
~ Captain Perrian Seaflame of the Cothique Sea Watch
Grim tidings wash upon the shores of Cothique as the Druchii corsair fleet appears on the horizon. Malekith has sworn a pact with Slaanesh – he will unleash the greatest suffering the Asur have seen yet, and for this the armies of Slaanesh will join the ranks of Destruction. Facing certain death, the small fleet of Cothique has sailed forth to engage the larger corsair fleet escorting the Black Ark from Karond Kar. With this act of valor, the Sea Watch hopes to buy the Cothiqoi enough time to flee to the Anulii and seek shelter as they did when the Druchii came the first time.
Now on this jagged coastline the two fleets collide and engage in a brutal battle. One of the corsair ships has been forced into the deadly rocks by a Cothiqoi Hawkship, and while the Cothiqoi sell their lives on the waters, the Druchii fight for their lives on the shoreline.
The Shattered Coast scenario takes place on this unforgiving coastline where the corsair ship has been wrecked against the rocks. With the manticores of Karond Kar and the Griffins of Yvresse soaring in the skies above, the soldiers of the Shining Guard and of House Uthorin engage in the first of many bloody struggles upon Cothique. The Shattered Coast is a king-of-the-hill scenario as both factions vie for the high ground – the High Elves to drive the Druchii into the sea, and the Druchii to establish a foothold in Cothique. The battle for Cothique has begun!
Through a series of horrendous atrocities commited primarily against the High Elves, Malekith has spilled enough blood of the innocents and sent the cries of the tortured into the heavens. Their cries have been heard, though not by some savior; their cries have been heard by Slaanesh, the Dark Prince. The realm of men has not yet seen such suffering like that which is about to visit them when the hosts of Slaanesh arrive. Read more…
Sometimes I catch myself dazing off and dreaming of better days as an apprentice cooper in Altdorf. Then I have to snap back into reality – best not think of those days, drags the soul down to think of brighter times. The war came, Altdorf lay burning, the streets littered with corpses – there was no time to be an apprentice cooper. Lad had to make a quick coin somehow to feed his kin. Took to a life of thieving, was caught quickly, and sent off as a private in the Altdorf ‘volunteers’. No, can’t think of rosier days knowing what hell me and other lads went through.
They sent the newly formed Altdorf Volunteer Regiment, composed of all the vagabonds of the city, to defend the northern frontier of our ally Kislev, Praag. Then the blood-tide came from High Pass… the Bloody Summer of Praag they call it now, but they don’t know what it was like to live through that nightmare. No, can’t think of the past after living through that. ‘Go recuperate with lighter duties in Norsca’ they said. ‘Autumn in Norsca ain’t so bad, its the winter that’ll get yer bones’ they told us. From hell into hellfire they sent us. We thought we’d finished with Khorne back in Praag, but Khorne hadn’t forgotten our boys. That bastard of a false-god sent his zealots after us in Norsca and the bloodshed started all over again. You ask me about how it was before the war, I can’t tell you, those memories are washed away with the gore of Norse savages and my brothers-in-arms.
The boys ask me why I volunteered for this regiment, I say to them ‘Did you volunteer? Well I didn’t either.’ Then they say ‘Well if you didn’t volunteer how did you end up a lieutenant? That ranks for the noble folk.’ Then I tell the boys, ‘When the blood-crazed of Khorne come chargin’ at your regiment and all the officers die, and you’re the highest ranking lad, you get promoted.’ I didn’t want this job, who would want the rank that requires you to command others to fight to die? I spit upon Chaos for startin this whole damn war. Couldn’t those bastard gods stay up in the frigid Chaos Wastes and fight amongst themselves?
Now commands from on up tell us we’re to march to Fort Straghov at the foot of Black Blood Pass, hold it until the Kislevites come to relieve us. The last garrison I’m told was found slaughtered, though strangely enough they lay in a scene resembling a bloody orgy. Messenger told us apparently a band of the most beautiful women visited the garrison late one night, his greatest shame he had to leave and couldn’t stay with his company and the ladies. His loss was his luck. He left and lived, they stayed and died. The women? No sign. Stinks of Chaos I tell you. I ain’t gonna let my boys get gutted like pigs by some crazed Chaos women. Bloody war. You say there were better days before this war? All I can remember is blood… everywhere blood.
~ Jurgen Kuper, Lieutenant of the Altdorf Volunteer Regiment
The High Elves always had a suspicion that Malekith was behind the attacks upon the beasts of Chrace by the beastmasters of Karaond Kar, the abduction of the Everqueen and her newborn daughter by minions of Slaanesh, and the assault upon the vulnerable peoples of Cothique, but what they did not suspect was that there was more to this plot. Malekith’s plans came to fruition with the Expanding Tide, but what fate did they bode for the world? Read more…