Dark Elves

So my Dark Elves are in a weird place - like all my armies.

The basic idea for them is a scouting/raiding army. I love the Corsair models, so have used them for all of my core choices. Then added lots of fast cavalry and scouts.

Rylarion Blackblade

In the shadowed annals of Naggaroth's courts, where treachery and ambition danced like shadows upon the walls, Rylarion Blackblade was born into a world of privilege and intrigue. From his earliest days, he was groomed to navigate the deadly currents of courtly politics, his every move calculated to curry favor with those who held sway over the fate of nations.

But as Rylarion matured, he found himself increasingly disillusioned with the empty posturing and hollow promises that permeated the court. While others jockeyed for position and power, he yearned for something more—something real, something tangible that he could grasp with his own two hands.

It was this thirst for true power that led Rylarion to assemble a crew of like-minded individuals, each driven by their own desires for wealth and glory. Together, they became a scourge upon the coastal settlements of the Old World, striking fear into the hearts of all who dared to oppose them. With his sleek black ship, The Kraken's Wrath, Rylarion carved a path of devastation through the seas, leaving naught but chaos and ruin in his wake.

But even as he reveled in the spoils of his conquests, Rylarion could not shake the feeling that something was missing—that there was a greater purpose waiting for him beyond the confines of the court. And so, when the whispers of Malekith's true vision reached his ears, he knew that he had found his calling.

For Rylarion saw in Malekith a kindred spirit, a leader who valued strength and determination above all else. Unlike the petty nobles of Naggaroth's courts, Malekith cared naught for empty posturing or flowery words—he saw only the potential for greatness in those who were willing to serve him without question.

It was this shared vision that drew Rylarion to Malekith's cause, and it was this same vision that led him into the arms of Anethra, the sorceress whose beauty and cunning matched his own. Together, they became an unstoppable force, each driven by their own desires for power and glory, yet united in their quest to serve Malekith and further his ambitions.

For Rylarion saw in Anethra not just a lover, but a partner—an equal whose intellect and ambition matched his own. Together, they plotted and schemed, their hearts set upon a common goal: to carve out their own destiny in service to Malekith, free from the petty squabbles and backstabbing of Naggaroth's courts.

And as they sailed the seas aboard The Shadow Serpent, their bond only grew stronger, their shared purpose forging a connection that transcended mere physical attraction. For in each other, they found not just love, but a kindred spirit—a soulmate whose ambitions burned as brightly as their own, guiding them ever closer to the fulfillment of their dreams.

Anethra

Born amidst the swirling mists of Naggaroth, Anethra was destined for a life steeped in shadows and secrets. From a young age, she displayed a natural affinity for the dark arts, her innate talents drawing the attention of the Hag Sorceress, Morathi.

Under Morathi's tutelage, Anethra honed her skills in the arcane arts, mastering the ancient rituals and incantations that whispered of power and dominion. But it was not just her mastery of magic that set her apart—it was her cunning intellect and unyielding ambition that truly distinguished her among her peers.

As she rose through the ranks of Morathi's inner circle, Anethra became a trusted confidante and advisor, her insights guiding the Hag Sorceress in her schemes and machinations. Yet, despite her loyalty to Morathi, Anethra harbored ambitions of her own, dreams of power and influence that surpassed even those of her mentor.

And so, when Morathi tasked her with the mission to seduce Rylarion Blackblade while he was still part of the Court of Naggaroth, Anethra saw it as an opportunity to further her own ambitions. With a beguiling charm and a keen intellect, she set out to ensnare the heart of the ambitious noble, knowing that he harbored desires to break free from the court's constraints.

But beneath the mask of allure and enchantment, Anethra harbored secrets of her own—secrets that spoke of a darker purpose, a hidden agenda that she kept hidden even from Morathi herself. For Anethra knew that true power lay not in servitude, but in mastery, and she would stop at nothing to claim her rightful place among the rulers of Naggaroth.

As she embarked on her mission to seduce Rylarion Blackblade, Anethra's ambitions burned bright, casting a shadow that stretched far beyond the halls of the court. For she was not just a sorceress of the Black Tower; she was a force to be reckoned with, a master manipulator whose true intentions remained shrouded in mystery, waiting to be revealed to those bold enough to uncover them.

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon the blood-soaked sands of the Norscan shore, I stood amidst the aftermath of our raid, my heart pounding with exhilaration and dread. I am Draven, second in command to Captain Rylarion Blackblade, and tonight, the depths of our captain's ruthlessness had been laid bare before me.

The screams of the vanquished still echoed in my ears, mingling with the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore. The air was thick with the metallic scent of spilled blood and the acrid smoke of burning buildings. Yet amidst the chaos, there was a sense of triumph, a primal thrill that coursed through my veins as I surveyed the devastation wrought by our hands.

Captain Blackblade stood at the forefront, his silhouette bathed in the eerie glow of the burning village. His cloak billowed in the wind like the wings of some dark scaled wyrm, and his eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down my spine. In that moment, I understood why we followed him unquestioningly, why we would lay down our lives at his command.

For Rylarion Blackblade was not merely a captain; he was a force of nature, a tempest unleashed upon the mortal realm. His every move was calculated, his every strike precise, as if guided by some unseen hand of fate. He spared no mercy for the weak or the unworthy, yet there was a beauty in his brutality, a savage elegance that I could not help but admire.

As I watched him carve a path of destruction through the Norscan warriors who dared to oppose us, a fierce sense of pride swelled within me. I was part of something greater than myself, a brotherhood bound by blood and steel, united under the banner of our captain's ambition. And in that moment, I knew that I would follow him to the very depths of hell itself, if only to bask in the glory of his conquests.

For Captain Rylarion Blackblade was not just a leader; he was a legend in the making, a living embodiment of the dark desires that lurked within us all. And as long as he stood at the helm of our corsair fleet, there would be no force in this world or the next that could hope to stand against us. We were the shadows of the night, the harbingers of doom, and woe betide any who dared to cross our path.

So let the world tremble before us, for we are the chosen few, blessed by the gods of darkness and destined for greatness. And as I stood amidst the ruins of the Norscan settlement, bathed in the glow of the burning embers, I knew that there was nowhere I would rather be than by the side of my captain, my brother, my king.

In the quiet moments before dawn, as the stars still danced in the velvet sky, I find myself drifting back to the memories of my youth, to the court of the Witch King, Malekith, where ambition and treachery were as common as the chill winds that swept through Naggaroth.

I was born into privilege, a scion of one of the noble houses that vied for favor in the Witch King's court. From a young age, I was groomed for power, taught to wield a blade with deadly precision and to speak with a silvered tongue that could charm even the most hardened of hearts. In the shadows of the Black Tower, I learned the art of manipulation, of using others as pawns in the grand game of politics that consumed our society.

But for all its splendor and opulence, the court of Malekith was a den of vipers, where loyalty was bought and sold with promises of wealth and influence. Sycophants and schemers lurked around every corner, their smiles as sharp as the daggers hidden beneath their silken robes. I watched as noble houses rose and fell, their ambitions crushed beneath the heel of the Witch King's iron boot, and I knew that I could not trust in the false promises of power.

And so, I made a decision that would change the course of my life forever. I turned my back on the intrigues of the court, on the false smiles and whispered lies, and I set sail upon the Great Ocean, seeking freedom and glory in the service of Malekith's true vision.

For though the court may have been filled with vipers, Malekith was a serpent of a different breed, a master tactician who saw the potential in those willing to serve him without question. He offered me the chance to carve out my own destiny, to sail the seas as a corsair and to plunder the riches of the Old World in his name.

And so, I embraced my role as captain of the Kraken's Wrath, gathering to my side those who shared my hunger for power and glory. Together, we became a scourge upon the coastal settlements of the Old World, striking fear into the hearts of all who dared to oppose us.

For in the end, it is not the whispers of courtiers or the machinations of nobles that shape the fate of nations, but the strength of those who are willing to seize it for themselves. And as I stand upon the deck of my ship, the wind whipping through my hair and the taste of salt upon my lips, I know that I have found my true calling as a servant of the Witch King, ruler of Naggaroth, and master of the dark seas.

From the lofty perch of the Black Tower, I, Malekith, the Witch King of Naggaroth, gaze upon the world below with a calculating eye. Among the many schemes that dance through the labyrinth of my mind, the dispatching of Rylarion Blackblade to the Old World holds a significance beyond mere piracy and plunder.

Rylarion's departure from my court was not a matter of chance, but a carefully orchestrated move in the grand game of conquest. His ambition, though initially misdirected, bore the seeds of potential that could serve my own ambitions well. For in sending him forth at the helm of the Kraken's Wrath, I sow the seeds of a secret navy, drawing other corsairs to his banner under the guise of shared plunder.

As Rylarion carves a path of chaos across the shores of the Old World, he unwittingly forges a hardened core of veterans, skilled in the ways of naval warfare and bound by loyalty to their captain. These seasoned warriors shall serve as the vanguard of my future conquests, a shadowy armada poised to strike at the heart of Ulthuan itself when the time is ripe.

But beyond the tangible spoils of war, Rylarion's exploits serve a more insidious purpose. Each raid, each act of plunder, strengthens the resolve of his crew and instills within them a sense of loyalty not only to their captain but to the ideals for which he stands. When the time comes to turn their blades against Ulthuan, they will do so with a fervor born of shared hardship and bloodshed.

From my throne within the Black Tower, I watch as the ripples of Rylarion's actions spread across the Great Ocean, drawing ever closer to the fulfillment of my ambitions. For I am Malekith, the Witch King of Naggaroth, and in the shadows of the Kraken's Wrath, I forge the instruments of my future conquests.

In the opulent chambers of the Black Tower, Morathi, the Hag Sorceress and master manipulator, reclined upon her throne of obsidian, her eyes gleaming with an unearthly light as she gazed upon her chosen servant, the sorceress known as Anethra. It was time to set the wheels of her intricate plan in motion, and she knew that Anethra would play a crucial role in its unfolding.

"Listen well, Anethra," Morathi began, her voice a melodic whisper that seemed to echo through the chamber. "You have been chosen for a task of great importance—one that will require all of your cunning and charm."

Anethra inclined her head in deference, her features schooled into an expression of utmost devotion. "I live to serve you, my lady," she replied, her voice as smooth as silk.

Morathi's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Good," she purred. "For I have a task that requires your... special talents. You are to be the instrument of my desires, the lure that will draw Rylarion Blackblade into our web."

Anethra's eyes widened in understanding, a flicker of excitement dancing behind their depths. "I understand, my lady," she murmured. "But how shall I accomplish this task?"

Morathi's smile widened, revealing a glimpse of her sharp, predatory teeth. "With seduction, of course," she replied, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "You are to entice Rylarion with your beauty and charm, to wrap him around your finger and make him believe that you are the answer to all his desires. And once that is complete, you are to become his equal, the two of you working together to further your goals, which just happen to be my goals. My son has picked out Rylarion as his pet."

Anethra nodded eagerly, her lips curling into a smile that mirrored Morathi's own. "Consider it done, my lady," she said, a hint of determination in her voice.

Morathi's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "Good," she said. "For with Rylarion under our control, we shall have a powerful ally in our quest for dominance. But remember, Anethra —do not let your emotions cloud your judgment. Rylarion is but a pawn in our game, and we must use him to further our own ambitions."

Anethra nodded once more, her resolve steeling as she prepared to embark on her mission. "I understand, my lady," she said. "I shall not fail you."

Morathi watched as Anethra departed, a sense of anticipation thrumming through her veins. The pieces were in motion, and soon, Rylarion Blackblade would be ensnared in their web, a puppet dancing to their tune. And when the time came to reveal their true intentions, none would be able to stand in their way.

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