Chronicles of the Dark Empire
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Chronicles of the Dark Empire A Compendium of Stories From Finubar the Mad Enthardon moved with grace behind the two attendants of the prison. While the steps of the two humans could be heard clearly as they echoed down the stone passageway, Enthardon barely uttered a single sound. He grimaced at the appearance of the structure. The bleak stone and the disgusting accumulation of mold and mildew made him quickly remember why he loathed staying in human settlements for any extended period of time. This trip, however, made Enthardon more upset than usual. This errand was beneath him, and the fact that he had to go to Marienburg to pick up this Asur and drag him back to Ulthuan angered him greatly. Had it been any other but the Phoenix King and Enthardon would have laughed in his face. But unfortunately, it was Finbuar himself who approached the Aesenar with this request; and here he was, in this disgusting prison for the insane. The attendants stopped at one of the faceless doors and fumbled with their giant ring of metal keys. It took all of their combined force to open the heavy iron door, and it slid open with a high pitched scrape as the bottom of the door dragged across the stone floor. Impatient, Enthardon stepped through the door, his dark gray cloak flowing behind him. In the middle of the cell was a large oak desk, and scattered all around were piles and piles of parchment. On each and every page were frantically written elven runes, and they were pilled up as high as Enthardon’s waist. On top of the desk were half a dozen candles that burned brightly, although they were on their last inch or so of wax – each candle was surrounded by a large puddle of wax that the flames had already consumed. Surrounding the candles stood even more stacks of parchment, and sitting behind the desk was a feverishly writing elf. His long hair was caked in sweat and dirt, hanging from his head in wiry strands. He was so focused on his writing that he did not even see Enthardon and the two humans enter. One of the humans stepped forward and stood next to Enthardon. With a heavy sigh, he brought Enthardon up to speed. “We found him in the middle of a militia armory clutching his knees and completely nude. He had carved these into himself.” The attendant walked up to the elf, and very gently pulled back the brown robe sleeve to reveal perverse runes carved into his arms. “They’re all over his body.” Even though the conversation was about him, the crazed High Elf did not break concentration, and he continued his diligent scribing. “How did he get into the armory? Was he attempting to steal anything?” The attendant shook his head, his fat, middle aged jowls rocking back and forth. “Nothing was disturbed. Not even the door. From what we can tell, he simply appeared in the middle of the building.” Enthardon skimmed over some of the countless sheets of paper. “Do you know his name?” “Finubar is what he told us. He was quite adamant. Claims he was sailing from Ulthuan to escape some war. Wanted ‘some history to survive’ is all he could mutter.” Enthardon walked behind the desk. Grabbing the chair forcefully, he spun it around so the supposed Finubar was facing him. Finubar still kept writing, his quill now making shapes of runes in the air. Grabbing the elf’s face with force, Enthardon grabbed it and pressed it up so that the Aesenar could make eye contact. He had only seen the top of the elf’s head before, but now it was clear. The face was an unmistakable look alike of the Phoenix King. This elf bore a few additional scars, but the resemblance was remarkable. The Prince of Nagarythe turned back towards the humans. “Take him to my ship.” Several weeks later… “How is this possible?” Finbuar asked. He grimaced at the sight of the broken and wretched elf that sat before him. “The mages say every fiber of his being has been assaulted by the aethyr. Whatever happened to him, the ruinous powers are to blame,” Enthardon replied. The Phoenix King ran his hand through his hair as he thought to himself. “How did he change his form to look like me?” “The mages say his aura and yours are nearly identical. His carries a great taint with it, but if his physical appearance was somehow altered by a spell, it would not change how the Sapherians view him with their witch sight.” Enthardon picked up a hefty book and walked it over to Finubar. It contained many of the papers from the prison – the Aesenar had the pages bound on their journey home from Ulthuan. He opened up to the first few pages and held it out to display the contents. “From what I can tell – He was writing some twisted version of history. As far as he believes, Malekith defeated Caledor thousands of years ago. I’ve never seen a mind so corrupted by Chaos, but retain such a lucid false history.” “Interesting. A very intricate false reality indeed, Prince. I’d very much like to read his accounts,” Finbuar ran his finger over the pages and stopped at the large title on the first page. In great, dark runes it read: Chronicles of the Dark Empire The Deranged Tales of Finubar the Mad On the subject of the Sundering 1 An Introduction 2 Revelation 6 Enmity 14 The Siege of Anlec 19 On the subject of the War of the Beard 21 The Witch King 22 The Phoenix King 26 The Rebellion 31 Rescue and Exodus 35 The Shadow King 46 The Beginning of the War 51 The Human Race 66 The Traitor 69 Enemies at Home 74 Dragonslayer 78 The Forest Awakens 85 A Fateful Duel 91 The Last Blaze 97 The Coming of Sethalis 100 Oaths and Oathbrearkers 103 The Events That Were To Follow 113 On the subject of the Hour of the Wolf 116 Bloodied Sand 117 Shifting Desert 121 Old Sword from Old Days 130 Eternal Servants 134 Children of Ash 139 A King’s Duty 146 The Price of Failure 153 The Dying Light 158 The Halting Sands 170 Harvest 174 What Chaos Promised 176 The Bloody Toll of Vengeance 181 The Vision 202 Deliverance 205 Coronation 211 The Assassination of Malekith 224 Found Once More 229 Tears of the Oak Father 232 Changing of the Guard 236 Valaya Protects 241 The Fall of Sarthailor 246 At the Reik’s Throat 251 Hidden Hope 256 The Last Journey 263 Et tu, Nagash? 271 Conclave of Twilight 278 The Black Dawn 285 Concerning Ulthuan in Flames 292 Oriour 293 Cadaith 298 The Wilderness 304 Thanan 312 Chronicles of the Dark Empire 322 Chronicles of Imperial Ulthuan 331 Beyond the Wilderness 339 Asur 347 Out of the Wilderness 364 Everything and Nothing 376 Tremors 381 Return of the Kings 386 On the subject of the Sundering 1 An Introduction By Calarion Sapherior From the Sundering Campaign A New Age Dawns After the war against the powers of Chaos, Ulthuan faced a long and difficult period of rebuilding itself from the ruins of war. Many of the greatest heroes had perished during the struggle, and so when the Phoenix Council met it was for them to decided unto whom the Phoenix Crown would pass. There was but one logical candidate – fair of face, strong of arm, wise of mind, the son of Aenarion was a great lord and Malekith was supported by many in his quest to honor his father by taking up his position as Phoenix King. But others were opposed to Malekith’s succession and so the Council of Princes ruled against him. While non could fault him, there were many who remembered the barbaric depravities of Aenarion’s court in Nagarythe, and who feared what one born in such conditions would be capable of. And so Malektih was passed over, and the new Phoenix King was instead Bel Shanaar, the High Prince of Tiranoc. Malekith was the first to acclaim their decisions and swear his fealty to the new Phoenix King. Bel Shanaar proved a wise and just king. After his ceremonial marriage to the Everqueen Yvraine ended, he swiftly cemented his power by a union with the grand-daughter of Caledor Dragontamer, and sought to placate the proud folk of Nagarythe by making their lord Malekith his right hand. The elves restored their power in Ulthuan, building great cities around the fortresses they had dwelt in during the war with Chaos. Pre-eminent amongst these was the great jewel of the known world, Tor Anroc, seat of the Phoenix King, which grew rich and proud with trade. Colonies were founded also as the elves began exploring anew the world around them. Malekith was foremost amongst these explorers, leading armies to subdue the barbaric orcs, and drive off the remnants of Chaos. Many served under his banner, and so he gained followers from all over Ulthuan, who could personally attest to his bravery, skill at arms, and his honor. He personally met with the dwarves, and was for a time ambassador unto them. The Cult of Pleasure But when Malekith returned from his expeditions to what humans know as the New World, he found Ulthuan had changed during his long absence. The Cult of Pleasure, a hedonistic movement, had slowly spread throughout Ulthuan in the wake of such newfound prosperity, and through it the worship of Chaos had returned.