Tengal the Malicious, scourge of Naggaroth, in English
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Introductory to the life of Tengal the Malicious, the scourge of Naggaroth.
In the Forests of Avelorn, not very far from the roots of the Annulii Mountains, Tengal waited with his trusty arbalest, eager and ready to pierce Dark Elves with it. “Your thirst will soon be exhausted, dear old friend. Not very far from us sits a highbourn low-life, eating his lunch. Let’s make it his last one”, whispered Tengal to his weapon, loading it on the branch of a high tree. Tengal saw the noble’s guards standing vigilantly near their master, keeping the surrounding area in eye. It was the thickest part of Avelorn, and with ease, Tengal could have ran three times around the small camp without getting caught by the Dark Elves. He was the master of stealth, ambush and assasination, an expert among his brothers.
Soon the noble rose up and gave his fellows an
order to continue going in the dense forest. Still Tengal waited. He wasn’t sure if there were other Dark Elves near, so he had decided to let them to come to him. Tengal sat on a tree that stood on an old forestpath, in which he knew his enemies would walk on. Still he wondered why there were Dark Elves in the forest. He had heard warnings that Malekith, the hideous ruler of the Druchii, was on a warpath, and his target was no other place than Ulthuan, the Fair Isle. But the thing he had not heard, because it was so young information and it was not yet spread to eyes of the High Elves of other cities, was that the fabulous city of Tor Achare had fallen to Dark Elven raids. Tengal had his own speculations and thoughts, but still, a Dark Elf is an Dark Elf even when it’s washed in milk. So the scout patrol or whatever had to be eliminated. Tengal aimed and fired, and a finely crafted bolt flew to the exposed neck of the noble passing by the tree. Before the five guards managed to react, Tengal was already in the ground, waving his mighty
sword to deliver lethal blows to his surprised enemies. He dodged every attack the guards made, stroke them with his sword and soon he had defied all of them but one, who whispered prayers to his gods, laying in the ground, waiting for the final blow. “And you’re supposed to be the elite”, said the grim warrior sourly, and pierced the dying Dark Elf with his longsword. His job was done, and he picked his arbalest from the branch before cleaning the blood from his sword, making sure it wouldn’t rust. Traditionally, he took all items of worth from the noble’s clothes and put them in his bag made just for that purpose. He then ran back to his camp, where he met his fellow Shadow Hunters making a meal of a deer. “I finished them. One nobleman and five guards. Probably on a scouting mission. The Druchii are on a warpath, and I believe that the raid has begun.”One of his fellows, Halek, nodded. “It won’t be long until they reach this forest with all their forces and desecrate this fair land once again. Our Mages have seen this, the great war against the Dark Elves, but no one knows the result.” “But still we fight them, we challenge them in every step they do to advance on our island, we pierce their ranks aside our brothers of other lands, and we will prevail, like we have done before!” The whole group nodded eagerly. “Dinner’s ready!”, shouted Halek and took the deer in a serving plate to the dinner table where vegetables, fruits and wine waited. Halek waited until all the elves were sitting in the table.
He took his glass and filled it with wine and said:”For our glorius leader!”, and took a small taste of wine from his glass. All the others did the same and filled their plates with food. They ate and drunk and after the feast they started to pack their tents and equipment and continue their own patrol in the forests of Avelorn. For the Shadow Hunters never stayed in one place for more than five days and were always on the move, whether not in their “home”, the Shadowlands, they scout Ulthuan and it’s provinces, looking out for their cursed cousins of Naggaroth.
Introductory to the life of Tengal the Malicious, the scourge of Naggaroth.
In the Forests of Avelorn, not very far from the roots of the Annulii Mountains, Tengal waited with his trusty arbalest, eager and ready to pierce Dark Elves with it. “Your thirst will soon be exhausted, dear old friend. Not very far from us sits a highbourn low-life, eating his lunch. Let’s make it his last one”, whispered Tengal to his weapon, loading it on the branch of a high tree. Tengal saw the noble’s guards standing vigilantly near their master, keeping the surrounding area in eye. It was the thickest part of Avelorn, and with ease, Tengal could have ran three times around the small camp without getting caught by the Dark Elves. He was the master of stealth, ambush and assasination, an expert among his brothers.
Soon the noble rose up and gave his fellows an
order to continue going in the dense forest. Still Tengal waited. He wasn’t sure if there were other Dark Elves near, so he had decided to let them to come to him. Tengal sat on a tree that stood on an old forestpath, in which he knew his enemies would walk on. Still he wondered why there were Dark Elves in the forest. He had heard warnings that Malekith, the hideous ruler of the Druchii, was on a warpath, and his target was no other place than Ulthuan, the Fair Isle. But the thing he had not heard, because it was so young information and it was not yet spread to eyes of the High Elves of other cities, was that the fabulous city of Tor Achare had fallen to Dark Elven raids. Tengal had his own speculations and thoughts, but still, a Dark Elf is an Dark Elf even when it’s washed in milk. So the scout patrol or whatever had to be eliminated. Tengal aimed and fired, and a finely crafted bolt flew to the exposed neck of the noble passing by the tree. Before the five guards managed to react, Tengal was already in the ground, waving his mighty
sword to deliver lethal blows to his surprised enemies. He dodged every attack the guards made, stroke them with his sword and soon he had defied all of them but one, who whispered prayers to his gods, laying in the ground, waiting for the final blow. “And you’re supposed to be the elite”, said the grim warrior sourly, and pierced the dying Dark Elf with his longsword. His job was done, and he picked his arbalest from the branch before cleaning the blood from his sword, making sure it wouldn’t rust. Traditionally, he took all items of worth from the noble’s clothes and put them in his bag made just for that purpose. He then ran back to his camp, where he met his fellow Shadow Hunters making a meal of a deer. “I finished them. One nobleman and five guards. Probably on a scouting mission. The Druchii are on a warpath, and I believe that the raid has begun.”One of his fellows, Halek, nodded. “It won’t be long until they reach this forest with all their forces and desecrate this fair land once again. Our Mages have seen this, the great war against the Dark Elves, but no one knows the result.” “But still we fight them, we challenge them in every step they do to advance on our island, we pierce their ranks aside our brothers of other lands, and we will prevail, like we have done before!” The whole group nodded eagerly. “Dinner’s ready!”, shouted Halek and took the deer in a serving plate to the dinner table where vegetables, fruits and wine waited. Halek waited until all the elves were sitting in the table.
He took his glass and filled it with wine and said:”For our glorius leader!”, and took a small taste of wine from his glass. All the others did the same and filled their plates with food. They ate and drunk and after the feast they started to pack their tents and equipment and continue their own patrol in the forests of Avelorn. For the Shadow Hunters never stayed in one place for more than five days and were always on the move, whether not in their “home”, the Shadowlands, they scout Ulthuan and it’s provinces, looking out for their cursed cousins of Naggaroth.