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High Elf Chapter 19

High Elf Chapter 19 Order Storyline

Vaul's Anvil

location: Spires of Vaul, Dragonwake

npc: Haelynar Silverstar

zone: Dragonwake

Public Quest: The Cliffs of Vaul

Public Quest: Blood Focus

Public Quest: Dominion of Khaine

previous chapter is: Drakewarden Keep

next chapter is: Subterfuge

Chapter Lore: Hithandror Oakbrow gazed out across the broken landscape with disgusted sorrow. The signs of slaughter filled the shallow bowl of the valley, and it was with some small measure of satisfaction that the commander noted the amount of blackened and twisted bodies piled around the motionless figure at the center.

Marching west across Dragonwake, the Shining Guard had come upon a large detachment of Dark Elves and their allies attempting to break a Dragon to their will. Though the High Elves had arrived in time to route the enemy forces, the damage had already been done. Finding the situation rapidly spiraling out of their control, the Dark Elf forces destroyed the beast. One of Caledor's most ancient creatures would never rise again.

"Hithandror, we cannot discount the presence of ithilmar armament among the enemy. Vaul's Anvil may be in danger, just as we were warned." The young Smith-Priest spoke quietly, unable to turn his eyes from the ruined creature in the battlefield beyond.

"Discount? No, but we must think deeply on this situation, Thaleos." Hthandror reprimanded gently. "The kin-traitors never make a move without putting other hidden plans into play. It would be unwise to leap for the proffered target and ignore the dagger pointed at our backs."

"Our enemies wish us to despair, to ask of what use our ancient forges will serve if there be no new dragon riders to outfit." A new voice chimed in. "The will of the High Elves is adamant, and the strength of many nations have journeyed here to fight alongside the Shining Guard. If Vaul's Anvil has fallen we will wrest it from the grasp of our dark kin. Then shall the Dragonhorn sound through Caledor once more, calling the Dragons from their slumber!" The eager words were spoken with the assured arrogance of a Prince of Caledor.

"And what if we fight through to your beloved Caledor and find our cousins have slain the last of the Dragons, Endhil? What then?"

The young Prince considered the question but for a moment before replying. "I do not believe our greedy kin will have been granted the time needed to discover all of the secret places within Caledor. Should such an unlikely event come to pass, I shall beg the commander to allow my brothers to outfit themselves as they see fit from whatever armor remains in the secret places, and we shall set our horses toward the coast."

Though not completely unsurprised by the response, Hithandror was caught off guard by the cold, calculating tone. "To ride against Malekith?"

"To storm the gates of the Fist of Malekith and drive our lances into the heart of the Witch King!" Prince Endhil raised his lance into the air, illiciting answering cries from the gathered warriors.

"Death to the Witch King!"

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