Farseer Nya´melin johtaman Ulthwen miekan tarinan alku

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Farseer Nya´melin Ulthwen miekka, tarina alkaa...



Ulthwe strikeforce, asp´s sting, sword of Ulthwe


Nya´mel was shocked, it could not be. The ancient farseer took his wraithbones from the table and rolled them again. "No", he shouted, "this cannot be"... he´s furious raging was stopped short by a faint knock and Nya`mel opened the door with a wave of his hand. He saw his warlock apprentice standing in the doorway looking at him with curious eyes. Nya´mel slammed the door in his face with another flick of his arm. He was shocked, this wasent how he usually acted, but the portents were horrible. He had been warned by Eldrad, the oldest amongest them, but it was still hard to believe... the mon´keigh will flush the sector with blood, which wasent really a problem, but it will put his precious Ulthwe in peril and that could not be tolerated.

Nya´mel sent out an mental summon and in an instant Elmash, his warlock apprentice entered the room once moore. "Elmash, the time that we feared has decended upon us. Go rise the sword, we will march to war once again.". Elmash bowed curtly and left the room swiftly.

Nya´mels meditation was cut short by a forcefull knock on the door. "What is it Elmash", Nya´mel asked and was surprised as it wasnt the warlock who stepped in, but a black guardian from his personal bodyguard. " I am sorry to disturbed you my lord, but the council is in need of you presence, lord Maugan Ra has come through the portal and demands a council of war and the awakening of the spear of khain", the guardian said in a panicked voice. "Be at ease, I will join the counci. But before I can leave I have a job for you. Find Elmash and tell him to strike immediatly. Let him know that I will send him reinforcements and join him as soon as we are done here, the spear must be ready before I can join him." The guard turned to leave after bowing reverently but Nya´mel didnt even notice him anymore, he was in his thoughts.

So this is it, Lord Maudan Ra has arrived, all of Eldrads portents of doom have come to bear, Ulthwes survival will be decided in the coming war, but I am ready to fight, the sword is sharp, Nya´mel thought while stepping into the council chamber. He bowed curtly to Maugan and Eldrad and nodded to the other farseers and a few exarchs.