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Name: Malekith
Malekith was the son of Aenarion, the first of the Elven Phoenix Kings, and the mysterious and beautiful seeress Morathi. She became Aenarion's second wife after he rescued her from a Chaos warband. Unknown to Aenarion, Morathi's time in captivity had cast a shadow on her soul which would soon eclipse all elves. Raised as a prince of Ulthuan, Malekith grew up to be a fine soldier and general like his father. Under his mother's tutelage, he became an accomplished mage. Malekith was brought up surrounded by political intrigue, but he had little interest in Elven political society. He preferred to lead armies and win battles in his father's name.
After the death of his father, Malekith was the obvious heir to the throne. Malekith said that though he wished to lead Ulthan into a glorious new golden age he would gladly swear fealty to another if the council of princes so desired, taking him at his word a vote was taken to choose the new Phoenix King, which resulted in Malekith being passed over in favour of Bel Shanaar. Malekith appeared to accept the result with good grace, but privately he seethed with resentment and frustration. He vowed to bide his time until he could make the throne his own.
Malekith instead was appointed Commander of the High Elf forces. He proved to be a brilliant young general, gaining power and allies with his glorious victories against Greenskins and the forces of Chaos. His campaigns gradually pushed forward the frontiers of the Elven colonies. While leading a campaign in the cold north of the New World he came upon an abandoned pre-human city, within which he discovered the Circlet of Iron, a talisman of awesome sorcerous power. After many decades spent mastering his powers of combat and magic, he had worked himself into a position second only to the Phoenix King's.
And Malekith may have been content to continue on in this way, for though he was not the phoenix king his power was virtually unchallenged, but the curse within Aenarion's blood would not be denied. Rumors began to stir of the resurrection of the cult of pleasure. A dark cabal of chaos worshiping elves in service to Slaanesh and Malekith took it upon himself to quash this cult once and for all. He began an inquisition with intent of rooting out the members of this cult and at first the elves saw him as their hero, a noble warrior leading a grand crusade against the wicked but as his campaign wore on many high ranking and prominent officials soon found themselves under the headsman's axe having been accused of worshipping chaos.
In the dark winter of -2751 IC he accused Bel Shanaar of being a Slaaneshi devotee (A member of the Cult of Pleasure) during Feast of Purity, a religious festival celebrating the power and glory of the great phoenix. But his accusation was his fatal mistake, for who among the elves could believe that the Phoenix King, Asuryan on earth, could ever fall to such depravity. Unfortunately, Bel Shannar was poisoned before he could offer a defense and Malekith took the opportunity to seize the shrine on Asuryan and ascend to his rightful place, then no one, no matter what they thought in their hearts, could deny his right to rule.
Believing all he now had to do was crown himself as the new Phoenix King for he had the blood of Aenarion running in his veins, Malekith confidently marched into the sacred flame of the god Asuryan, the final test that each prospective Phoenix King has to pass to prove their worthiness for the crown. The sacred flames would not suffer his polluted body and refused to let him pass, and the holy flames cast him out. Horribly injured, he was carried to his stronghold in Nagarythe with his mother on her dark pegasus.
There, Morathi nursed her son back to health. With the aid of the sorcerers he had trained in the arts of dark magic. Hotek, a renegade Priest of Vaul, forged a great suit of black armour which would lend strength to Malekith's withered and fire-blasted body. The suit was fused onto his body while still white hot from the furnace. After his torment on the flames of Asuryan, he felt little pain. The completed suit was named the Armour of Midnight, and few could look upon it without feeling dread. From that day onwards, the fell Elf lord was known as the Witch King.
Meanwhile the council had elected Imrik as the third Phoenix King, who assumed the title Caledor I, taking his name from the kingdom of Caledor and the Elf mage Caledor Dragontamer, his ancestor. Caledor and Malekith gathered their supporters and battled each other for the throne of Ulthuan. For more than a decade they fought a great civil war. Time proved to be Caledor's ally for as time passed, Malekith's treachery became more evident and more elves flocked to Caledor's banner. In a climactic showdown, Malekith was defeated by Caledor in single combat in the Field of Maledor. The Witch King's supporters retreated back to their fortresses.
Malekith decided to try one final gamble for the Phoenix throne. He instructed his sorcerers to undo the spells that bound the Realm of Chaos in a bid to secure aid from the Dark Gods of Chaos. For hours they struggled to undo the barrier. In the end, the task proved to be too great even for the combined might of Malekith and his coven. Their efforts were thwarted by a group of mighty elven mages trapped in the Isle of the Dead. A surge of raw arcane power struck back at Malekith's fortresses. Many of his sorcerers died from the magical flashback. The land itself buckled under the magical strain and a great tidal wave came crashing down on northern Ulthuan. Mighty earthquakes devastated the land and fine cities of Ulthuan. The lands of Nagarythe and Tiranoc were submerged under water. Thousands of elves were killed in the cataclysm known as The Sundering.
The fortresses of the Witch King survived the catastrophe, being protected by powerful spells. The fortresses broke off from the land and floated out into the sea, thus the dreaded Black Arks were born. Large as icebergs, they floated to the northern part of the New World where they grounded. Naming the desolate chilled land Naggaroth or "Land of Chill", the Witch King claimed it as his own new domain. The kingdom of the Dark Elves was born.
What he looks like:
Malekith's physical body was a hollow shell of his former glory after the flames of Asuryan spurned him and so he had a renegade priest of Vaul and several traitorous sapherian wizards construct a powerful black suit of armor, fusing it directly to his twisted form that he might regain a measure of his former physical prowess. To its great horned helm was welded the dark and powerful circlet of iron. Malekith had become the stuff of nightmares, dark runes and glyphs of powerful chaos magicks were wrought upon his armor which caused all who looked upon him great pain and suffering, and on his sword there shined a great sigil of Khaine, a symbol of his birthright as son of Aenarion. Truly, he had become the lord of the dark elves.
Malekith was the son of Aenarion, the first of the Elven Phoenix Kings, and the mysterious and beautiful seeress Morathi. She became Aenarion's second wife after he rescued her from a Chaos warband. Unknown to Aenarion, Morathi's time in captivity had cast a shadow on her soul which would soon eclipse all elves. Raised as a prince of Ulthuan, Malekith grew up to be a fine soldier and general like his father. Under his mother's tutelage, he became an accomplished mage. Malekith was brought up surrounded by political intrigue, but he had little interest in Elven political society. He preferred to lead armies and win battles in his father's name.
After the death of his father, Malekith was the obvious heir to the throne. Malekith said that though he wished to lead Ulthan into a glorious new golden age he would gladly swear fealty to another if the council of princes so desired, taking him at his word a vote was taken to choose the new Phoenix King, which resulted in Malekith being passed over in favour of Bel Shanaar. Malekith appeared to accept the result with good grace, but privately he seethed with resentment and frustration. He vowed to bide his time until he could make the throne his own.
Malekith instead was appointed Commander of the High Elf forces. He proved to be a brilliant young general, gaining power and allies with his glorious victories against Greenskins and the forces of Chaos. His campaigns gradually pushed forward the frontiers of the Elven colonies. While leading a campaign in the cold north of the New World he came upon an abandoned pre-human city, within which he discovered the Circlet of Iron, a talisman of awesome sorcerous power. After many decades spent mastering his powers of combat and magic, he had worked himself into a position second only to the Phoenix King's.
And Malekith may have been content to continue on in this way, for though he was not the phoenix king his power was virtually unchallenged, but the curse within Aenarion's blood would not be denied. Rumors began to stir of the resurrection of the cult of pleasure. A dark cabal of chaos worshiping elves in service to Slaanesh and Malekith took it upon himself to quash this cult once and for all. He began an inquisition with intent of rooting out the members of this cult and at first the elves saw him as their hero, a noble warrior leading a grand crusade against the wicked but as his campaign wore on many high ranking and prominent officials soon found themselves under the headsman's axe having been accused of worshipping chaos.
In the dark winter of -2751 IC he accused Bel Shanaar of being a Slaaneshi devotee (A member of the Cult of Pleasure) during Feast of Purity, a religious festival celebrating the power and glory of the great phoenix. But his accusation was his fatal mistake, for who among the elves could believe that the Phoenix King, Asuryan on earth, could ever fall to such depravity. Unfortunately, Bel Shannar was poisoned before he could offer a defense and Malekith took the opportunity to seize the shrine on Asuryan and ascend to his rightful place, then no one, no matter what they thought in their hearts, could deny his right to rule.
Believing all he now had to do was crown himself as the new Phoenix King for he had the blood of Aenarion running in his veins, Malekith confidently marched into the sacred flame of the god Asuryan, the final test that each prospective Phoenix King has to pass to prove their worthiness for the crown. The sacred flames would not suffer his polluted body and refused to let him pass, and the holy flames cast him out. Horribly injured, he was carried to his stronghold in Nagarythe with his mother on her dark pegasus.
There, Morathi nursed her son back to health. With the aid of the sorcerers he had trained in the arts of dark magic. Hotek, a renegade Priest of Vaul, forged a great suit of black armour which would lend strength to Malekith's withered and fire-blasted body. The suit was fused onto his body while still white hot from the furnace. After his torment on the flames of Asuryan, he felt little pain. The completed suit was named the Armour of Midnight, and few could look upon it without feeling dread. From that day onwards, the fell Elf lord was known as the Witch King.
Meanwhile the council had elected Imrik as the third Phoenix King, who assumed the title Caledor I, taking his name from the kingdom of Caledor and the Elf mage Caledor Dragontamer, his ancestor. Caledor and Malekith gathered their supporters and battled each other for the throne of Ulthuan. For more than a decade they fought a great civil war. Time proved to be Caledor's ally for as time passed, Malekith's treachery became more evident and more elves flocked to Caledor's banner. In a climactic showdown, Malekith was defeated by Caledor in single combat in the Field of Maledor. The Witch King's supporters retreated back to their fortresses.
Malekith decided to try one final gamble for the Phoenix throne. He instructed his sorcerers to undo the spells that bound the Realm of Chaos in a bid to secure aid from the Dark Gods of Chaos. For hours they struggled to undo the barrier. In the end, the task proved to be too great even for the combined might of Malekith and his coven. Their efforts were thwarted by a group of mighty elven mages trapped in the Isle of the Dead. A surge of raw arcane power struck back at Malekith's fortresses. Many of his sorcerers died from the magical flashback. The land itself buckled under the magical strain and a great tidal wave came crashing down on northern Ulthuan. Mighty earthquakes devastated the land and fine cities of Ulthuan. The lands of Nagarythe and Tiranoc were submerged under water. Thousands of elves were killed in the cataclysm known as The Sundering.
The fortresses of the Witch King survived the catastrophe, being protected by powerful spells. The fortresses broke off from the land and floated out into the sea, thus the dreaded Black Arks were born. Large as icebergs, they floated to the northern part of the New World where they grounded. Naming the desolate chilled land Naggaroth or "Land of Chill", the Witch King claimed it as his own new domain. The kingdom of the Dark Elves was born.
What he looks like:
Malekith's physical body was a hollow shell of his former glory after the flames of Asuryan spurned him and so he had a renegade priest of Vaul and several traitorous sapherian wizards construct a powerful black suit of armor, fusing it directly to his twisted form that he might regain a measure of his former physical prowess. To its great horned helm was welded the dark and powerful circlet of iron. Malekith had become the stuff of nightmares, dark runes and glyphs of powerful chaos magicks were wrought upon his armor which caused all who looked upon him great pain and suffering, and on his sword there shined a great sigil of Khaine, a symbol of his birthright as son of Aenarion. Truly, he had become the lord of the dark elves.