Ankh-Mordheim Back story part 3
April 5, 2011 0 Comments3.
The doors to the top of the
mage’s tower crashed open as the Swordmaster of Hoeth fell through
them.
“Aledraan. For a High Elf, you
display as much natural grace as a drunken mule” responded the
Dragon Prince.
“Prince Kildarin, I apologise
for disturbing your meditation, but I have news of the most urgent
order.” The Swordmaster had spent several hundred years wielding
double-handed weapons whilst wearing a full suit of chainmail. So
for him to have beads of sweat dripping from his brow, his haste
with bounding up the towers step must have been a frenetic one. The
Dragon Prince glanced over towards the elven mage in the centre of
the room and saw that the magister still had not interrupted his
meditation.
“What is it, Swordmaster?”
asked the Dragon Prince.
“Prince Kildarin, it is
Zoriath. He has awoken!” Aledraan exclaimed.
“Zoriath? My attuned dragon?”
asked Kildarin. The Dragon Prince had not been able to converse
with the Emperor dragon since their youth. The mages within the
High Elf council had bound the souls of the Prince and the Dragon
just a day after Kildarin had been born. The Dragon had been sick
and it took the magic and the heart of the High Elves to preserve
Zoriath.
“My Lord, it has been four
hundred years to the day since his eyes closed. And now they are
open once more and glow with the brightness of all the forges in
Ulthuan!”
“Haste is the answer, young
Prince” stated the Elven Mage, his eyes still closed and his body
relaxed. “Zoriath has a journey to take you on and you must leave
immediately”.
The beating of the dragons
leathery wings soon drowned out the conversation in the tower as
Kildarin and Alderaan strode over to the window of the mage’s
tower. A huge taloned claw the size of the Elves themselves smashed
through the window, bringing the Dragon Prince and Swordmaster
together and clutching them firmly yet gently around their waists.
With the agility of a cat and the strength of a thousand bears,
Zoriath hoisted Kildarin and Alderaan onto his back as he soared
upwards towards the clouds. From their vantage point thousands of
yards above the ground, the High Elves could only see the tallest
of towers in Ulthuan and what looked like a giant grey creature
marching along the horizon...
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