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- Warcamps do not have influence, and no rally master. They do have a flight master, renown trainer, and are located near RVR areas.
- Cynathai Span, Blighted Isle
* House of Lorendyth * Shard of Grief * The Altar of Khaine * The Tower of Nightflame
Chapter Story *spoiler alert *Edit
“Demands, you say?” Kolith Blackblade laughed in disbelief. The mirthless outburst came in a loud bark, startling the messenger who had carried the scroll into Cynathai Span. “Nistren Tyros dares to demand that I send him more troops to help recover the Tower of the Nightflame?” Blackblade laughed again, even more maliciously. “That’s quite a jest, even coming from a witless dolt like Tyros.”
With a motion so quick it was barely visible to the naked eye, Kolith Blackblade drew his cutlass. There was a flash of silver and a sharp intake of breath.
The messenger was suddenly staring at the Corsair’s feet, wondering how he had fallen so quickly. A moment later, as darkness began to overtake him, he saw his own body tumble to the ground before him. It was the last sight he would ever see.
“You there,” said Blackblade, as he wiped the blood from his cutlass. Several of the newer arrivals to camp jumped at the sudden attention. He pointed his weapon towards the severed head of the messenger and then towards the newest recruit from House Uthorin. “Take the head of this idiot back to his Lord and tell him that Kolith Blackblade takes orders from no one save Lord Uthorin, himself.”
Blackblade smiled as though enjoying some private joke. He added, “Oh, and to make certain the bumbling oaf doesn’t go crying to Lord Uthorin that I’ve refused to help him, you and your newly-arrived companions will go to Tyros’ aid.” He laughed again. “Make sure he doesn’t start making a habit of counting on my mercy.”
Nodding at the remains of the messenger, he added “And clean that up on the way out!”
House of Lorendyth Story *spoiler alert *Edit
The Noble House of Lorendyth, tasked with watching over the Altar of Khaine for centuries, has been decimated by the determined sorties of the Dark Elves. Down to their last few troops, the Nobles have retreated into their ancestral home to regroup and plan their counterattack against the superior forces of their traitorous cousins.
It seems the Dark Elves are not so willing to allow the House of Lorendyth time to recover. In retreat, House Lorendyth’s troops were followed by scores of blood-maddened Dark Elves, unwilling to let their ancient enemies escape so easily.
Shard of Grief *spoiler alert *Edit
The Hall of Hallyndell was once a place of learning and light, legendary amount the Elves of old. It was destroyed during the time of the Sundering, along with the village of Elor Vindaerin, leaving only a ruined shard of wall standing.
Now, centuries later, another war has come to Elor Vindaerin and again, the ruined city has become a focal point in the conflict.
The Altar of Khaine *spoiler alert *Edit
There are few locations in Ulthuan more important to the history of the Elven races than the Alter of Khaine. Here, the ancient weapon of Aenarion has lain for centuries, hidden on a remote island in order to limit the sword’s influence on passerby. The cursed blade calls to any who come near it with promises of ultimate power. In return, all the weapon asks is that the wielder spill blood on the field of battle. But, the sword’s deal is a fool’s bargain. The blade’s hunger for blood cannot be assuaged and the wielder is ultimately consumed by the weapon’s hunger.
The Widowmaker would be a dreadful weapon in the hands of anyone that would dare draw it from the Altar.
The High Elves would never dream of brining the curse of Aenarion down upon themselves by giving into temptation of wielding his blade. But the Dark Elves are unhindered by such self-discipline. The children of Malekith must be kept away from the Blade Shrine at all costs.
The Tower of Nightflame *spoiler alert *Edit
The Tower of Nightflame marks the victory of Aenarion and his small band of High Elves over the forces of Chaos in the Battle of Elor Vindaerin. There, Aenarion wielded the Sword of Khaine against a horde of thousands, cutting them down in rivers of blood. The Widowmaker sang that day, as it joyously drunk of the bitterly cold blood of the northmen – seemingly unaware that even then, Aenarion was fighting against its influence.
Today all that remains of this ancient battlefield is the ruins of the village that were caught in the midst of the fateful conflict.
What was not destroyed in the battle later was brought down by the cataclysm of the Sundering.
Centuries later, a tower was erected here to pay homage to the many elves who gave their lives to protect Elor Vindaerin.