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Warhammer novels pdf 2 Item Preview. EMBED for wordpress. Want more? The next artifact he sought was the " Armour of Morkar ", the armour worn by the very first Everchosen. It granted the wearer invulnerability to all but the most powerful of attacks, making them nigh-unstoppable in the heat of combat.
After leaving Naggaroth on a stolen ship made of black metal and pulled by a massive sea-drake, Archaon took leadership of a seafaring war-band along the way to his destination. Together they sailed to a mysterious land populated with savage half-humans. Neither sun nor moon had ever touched their pallid skin and after six days and six nights of battle after battle, the city of these creatures had been reduced to rubble.
Archaon then delved deep into their shattered necropolis until he found the Tomb of Morkar and the armour he sought. However, as Archaon reached out to take it, the spirit of Morkar himself animated the armour and attacked him. The vengeful spirit laid down a relentless flurry of blows until Archaon in fury and desperation cursed it in the language of the Unberogen tribe.
Morkar drew back for but an instant but an instant of hesitation was all Archaon required, and he smashed it aside, banishing the spirit of Morkar and allowing him to claim the armour as his own. Then there was the " Eye of Sheerian ", which was named after the Tzeentchian Sorcerer who discovered it. On its own, it granted the bearer prophetic powers but when placed within the Crown of Domination , its prophetic powers could be used to their full ability and allow the bearer to predict and avoid the attacks of their enemy.
At that time it laid in the lair of the Chaos Dragon Flamefang , who guarded the Eye jealously above all of its other treasures. Exercising caution, Archaon came upon the dragon stealthily and laid his claim to the Eye by smashing his axe into Flamefang's head.
Long did man and monster battle at the base of the Cliff of Beasts; Flamefang breathed fire and even swallowed Archaon whole. But the Armour of Morkar fulfilled its purpose and protected him from its acidic stomach and gnashing teeth. Archaon hacked his way out of the dragon's gullet with the ferocity of a Flesh Hound , until Flamefang's throat was hacked to shreds and it died of exhaustion and blood loss.
Archaon plucked the Eye of Sheerian from its place on the belly of the dragon and hung it around his neck as his rightful reward. The next treasure to be won was the dreaded daemonic mount of the Daemon Prince Agrammon. Alternatively known as " Dorghar ", " Ghurshy'ish'phak ", " Yrontalie ", or the " Steed of the Apocalypse ", this daemonic beast was kept in the Daemon Prince's menagerie in the Realm of Chaos.
Archaon battled his way past the daemons guarding Agrammon's palace and infiltrated the pens, hiding beneath a beast that was part man, part mammoth and part insect. Inside was every beast imaginable, and some that were not.
Archaon tracked Dorghar through the menagerie by its sulphurous stench. When he found it he vaulted on to its back. The Steed of the Apocalypse changed shape and burst into flames, but Archaon was able to break it like a wayward stallion and escape from the Realm of Chaos.
For his next quest, Archaon sought another legendary relic of Chaos, known by many as the " Slayer of Kings ", which had belonged to Vangel, the second Everchosen. Vangel bound the Greater Daemon U'zuhl into the blade, and the millennia of imprisonment and isolation had sent it insane with rage. It was said to rest at the top of Chimera Plateau, located near the roof of the world; there Archaon and his steed Dorghar journeyed.
The warriors battling around the plateau could not help but see the determination and destiny of Archaon, and he quickly gathered a huge horde of followers to wage war against the chimeras. They swiftly defeated the chimera hordes guarding the higher passes through which Archaon and three companions climbed to the top of the plateau.
From the top, Archaon looked down on the world, swearing that he would one day rule over all of it. Suddenly, what he had taken for a mountain behind him turned over in its sleep, causing a series of earthquakes in the lands below.
Archaon quickly realised that the mountain was actually the father of the Dragon Ogre race, Krakanrok the Black. Realising his powerlessness to defeat the monster without the "Slayer of Kings" he and his companions sneaked past the mighty beast, only to find that the blade was clasped to its scaly chest. Prince Ograx the Great , the strongest of Archaon's companions, was able to lift up one of Krakanrok's talons just high enough for Archaon to retrieve the daemonsword.
However, as Archaon grasped the weapon, the daemon bound inside began to shriek and scream in dissent. As the cacophony grew Krakanrok began to stir, but Archaon thought swiftly and plunged the Slayer of Kings into Prince Ograx's chest slaking the blade's thirst for royal blood, and silencing U'Zuhl. Archaon sheathed his new sword and returned from the plateau to the cheers of his followers, carrying the blade with him throughout all his future battles.
After many years of journeying, Archaon had finally gathered all of the Artifacts except one. Forged before the dawn of man, the " Crown of Domination " once held the Eye of Sheerian, but had since been lost to history. It struck terror into the bearer's foes and gave strength to their allies, a worthy tool for the new Everchosen. But, decades after finding the Slayer of Kings, Archaon still had no clue as to the whereabouts of this ancient battle-helm.
Eventually Be'lakor revealed its location, hoping to steal the crown for himself after Archaon retrieved it. Be'lakor led Archaon up the mountain, the Steed of the Apocalypse carrying him over the harshest of terrain. After a day and a half of ceaseless climbing, Archaon stood before the massive double gate that served as the entrance to the Shrine.
Through the gateway was a labyrinth filled with dire beasts and vengeful daemons. Here Archaon was tested by each of the Chaos Gods to see if he was truly worthy to be the Everchosen.
Nurgle sent deadly diseases that Archaon fought off with sheer willpower. Tzeentch created a labyrinth of crystal, but Archaon blindfolded himself and used instinct alone to navigate his path through it. Slaanesh sent temptation after temptation, but Archaon resisted, never diverting from the path to the inner gates of the Shrine.
Suddenly, a mighty Bloodthirster of Khorne erupted from the flames and attacked the potential Everchosen. He wrested the Bloodthirster's weapons away before strangling it with its own whip. The hellfire died away, leaving Archaon gravely injured and standing in a simple shrine. A throne stood at the back of the shrine, with a withered corpse sitting on it; upon its bleached skull sat the Crown of Domination. As Archaon took the crown, his wounds healed and his being swelled with power.
He held it to the heavens and proclaimed himself, at last, the favoured of the four Gods of Chaos. After over a century of searching, Archaon had claimed the title of Everchosen. All that he needed now was a coronation.
The daemon prince Be'lakor, thoughts of treachery extinguished by fear and reverence, performed the ceremony that made Archaon the Lord of the End Times, and the Everchosen immediately began mustering the largest army ever seen in the Old World. It was from that day forward that the last spark of Archaon's humanity was extinguished; from then until the end of days, Archaon finally fully embraced the destiny that lay before him.
By the cursed year of IC, heralding the beginning of the end, the Twin-Tailed Comet soared through the night-sky like the birthing of a second sun. No mortal could deny its existence, for the comet's bright aura of light would illuminate every night sky. All Four Powers agreed to put aside their differences for a time in order to bring the world under their sway at last. With their commitment to each other and their foul powers unified, massive warpstorms broke out all across the Chaos Wastes, and eventually swept their mutation down south into the mortal kingdoms of the Old World.
With this sudden phenomenon, warp rifts would suddenly open in random locations around the world, disgorging a host of daemons for mere moments before disappearing. From the north, the Winds of Magic blew like a torrent down towards the south, and the whispers of the Dark Gods fell into many mortal ears. Many could not resist the malign will of the Chaos Gods, and thousands across the Empire and beyond committed unspeakable atrocities upon their neighbours, or followed the whispers north to where a great gathering was taking place, seduced by dark promises.
Within the walls of the Inevitable City , Archaon sat upon a throne of brass and bone and saw the chieftains and warlords of uncountable tribes lend their allegiance to the new Everchosen. Though these tribes craved bloodshed, Archaon was patient and bid his time. He had waited and searched and fought for centuries, those who could not match his will, or bow to it, were unworthy to follow him. The End Times were upon the world, and Archaon's hour of triumph was nigh.
As war loomed on the horizon, it was perhaps fitting that the first nations to feel the wrath of the Dark Gods were actually the ones who had first stood against them, in the earliest years of the world's existence.
On the massive island continent of Ulthuan, discontent ran rife amongst the noble courtiers of the Phoenix King. The Daughter of the Everqueen, Aliathra the Everchild, had been captured by the devious vampire, Mannfred von Carstein and taken to the nightmarish undead Fortress-City of Nagashizzar. The legendary warrior, Prince Tyrion and his brother, the mighty sorcerer, Loremaster Teclis , set out to rescue her.
Though the brothers fought with great determination to save their beloved future Everqueen, Mannfred was no petty enemy, and was possessed of great guile and cunning. Despite the best efforts of Teclis and Tyrion, it soon became clear that Mannfred had vanished without a trace and the disheartened brothers were forced to return to Ulthuan empty-handed.
Worst it was for Tyrion, who guarded a secret close to his heart, unknown even to his sibling, he himself was secretly the true father of Aliathra. As the brothers returned, they found their land ruined by war and destruction.
The Phoenix King and Everqueen had vanished from Ulthuan's shores within mere hours of a daemonic onslaught. A terrible mist from the highlands of the Annulii Mountains had disgorged a daemonic host in massive numbers. In the face of such peril, the Lords of the Ten Kingdoms immediately mustered their own mighty armies and began defending every village, mansion and Elven city with stoic determination.
However, the daemonic hordes could not be defeated by conventional means like a mortal army, and they returned to the material world time and again. With the Winds of Magic blowing so strongly from the north, the power which anchored these daemons to the material realm persisted, eventually granting them enough time and strength to overcome even the hardiest of obstacles. The Kingdom of Chrace bore the brunt of the resultant war of attrition, resulting in Lion's March becoming nothing more than a massive graveyard, with fields of unburied bodies stretching as far as the eye could see, and the capital city of Tor Achare lying in ruins.
The clashes between the Elven and Daemonic armies led to the loss of many thousands of irreplaceable Elven lives and fighting spread across all the kingdoms save for the fallen Kingdom of Nargarythe. For the mighty Aesanar , known by many as the Shadow Warriors , these daemons were nothing but one more invader to be cast into the sea, and soon refugees by the hundreds were streaming into the kingdom, seeking safety under the watchful eye of the dreaded Shadow King, Alith Anar.
As the war continued without clear hope of victory, politics once more threatened to tear the Ten Kingdoms apart. Prince Imrik of Caledor called for the election of a new Phoenix King to guide the war effort.
None doubted Imrik's true intentions for himself to be the next ruler, but too many Elven nobles spoke out in support of his cause to have it dismissed outright. The salvation of Ulthuan came once more at the hands of Prince Tyrion.
Though his shoulders were weary with burdens and his heart broken over the loss of Aliathra, Tyrion knew his kingdom needed him now more than ever, and so he faced down Prince Imrik and his supporters and took command of Ulthuan's armies. Those who would have opposed him were quickly silenced when the entire order of the Phoenix Guard pledged their blades and loyalty to Prince Tyrion.
In retaliation, the enraged Prince of Caledor ordered his kingdom to sever its ties with the other Nine, however a multitude of lesser Caledorian Princes still took up arms for Prince Tyrion.
With the Kingdom of Caledor isolated and Imrik's move for power neutered, Prince Tyrion moved his armies north through the Kingdom of Eataine , pushing back one daemonic host after another. Driving his men onward to the point of fatigue, Tyrion fought on constantly at the forefront of these battles with unparalleled fury.
As the " Dragon of Cothique" guided his army north, he and his host of Elves broke the sieges of several villages and cities along the coast. But, as the war continued unabated, Tyrion's heart and soul slowly began to deteriorate. The thoughts of his lost daughter and the disappearance of the Everqueen were ever on his mind. The burden of responsibility he felt, combined with his own grief, began to make Tyrion reckless.
As the Elven army pushed north, winning battles at Port Elistor and Cairn Avon , Tyrion suffered a serious wound - one far too great to be ignored - and upon his arrival at the Siege of Hoeth the wounded Tyrion was bested by his long-ago nemesis: the daemon N'kari.
Close to death, Tyrion was miraculously saved by the valiant efforts of Korhil Lionmane and the determined onslaught of the Phoenix Guard, forcing N'kari to retreat into the hills. With the battle over for the time being, Saphery was refortified against new assaults and Teclis delved deep into the Library of the White Tower of Hoeth, seeking ancient lore from the time of Caledor Dragontamer in the hopes of permanently removing the daemons from his homeland.
Whilst recovering, Prince Tyrion tried to make amends between Ulthuan and Caledor. However, Prince Imrik's pride and arrogance were matched only by his hatred of Tyrion, and all of Tyrion's messengers were forced to turn back empty-handed. The refusals pushed Tyrion into a fiery rage and he denounced the Kingdom of Caledor, calling it a legitimate kingdom no longer. This unprecedented decree shocked the nobles of Ulthuan and resulted in the remaining Caledorian generals finally turning their backs on Tyrion and heading back home.
Caledor would strike back against him, in the last way he, or any other Asur would expect. Unmoved by the defections and fully recovered, Tyrion once more moved north, driving the daemons from the Kingdom of Yvresse , and finally towards the enchanted forest of the Kingdom of Avelorn , determined to find, and destroy once and for all, the vile N'Kari. With the advice of his brother, Tyrion knew that the key to victory lay with the Daemon Prince's death, for he was the entity that anchored the Daemons to this world.
Soon enough, scouts of the Elven host located the main host of Daemons, and Tyrion marched rapidly with all available forces to their centre of mass at Moonspire Pinnacle. The Battle of Moonspire would later be told of, by the Elves, as the greatest battle during the Wars of Reclamation. Tens of thousands of daemons had flocked to N'Kari's banner, eager to share in its plunder, mayhem and glory.
Arrayed against them was a much smaller force of Elven warriors led by Tyrion himself. Believing victory to be inevitable, the arrogant Daemon ordered a frontal assault on the Elven formations, without giving thought to tactic or strategy.
The Elven army however, fought according to a precise and highly-calculated battleplan. Knowing that Moonspire Temple was a shrine to the Goddess Lileath, Teclis intended to use the magical energies of the temple to empower him to cast out the daemons.
Teclis gathered his strength and, with magical energy spiralling around the temple tower, unleashed a brilliant storm of meteors from the blackened heavens. The mighty rocks streaked across the sky, smashed down upon the battlefield, banishing daemons by the hundreds in mere seconds, without harming a single Elven warrior.
With the Chaos assault now blunted, the Phoenix Guard quickly counter-attacked, led by Tyrion and Teclis themselves.
As the Elven forces drove deep into the enemy lines, N'Kari had no choice but to finally confront the twins in combat. Teclis unleashed a hellstorm of moonfire upon N'kari, searing the daemon's flesh and blinding it with rage. While charging towards the mage, N'Kari was intercepted by Tyrion, riding his mighty steed Malhandir. Their last encounter forgotten, the mighty warrior avoided N'Kari's attacks and inflicted a deep, smoldering wound upon the Greater Daemon.
N'kari tried to retaliate, but his grievous injuries slowed him considerably and the Elven Prince proved too nimble. N'kari's end was close. A host of Elven halberdiers came to Tyrion's assistance, distracting the Greater Daemon, while Teclis unleashed another storm of moonfire upon it. As pain seared once more through the daemon's body, Tyrion struck N'kari a second time upon its spine, forcing the creature to its knees.
Without mercy or hesitation, Tyrion smote the daemon's head from its body and handed it to Teclis. With the battle still raging all around them, Teclis and a vanguard of Swordmasters fought their way to the summit of the Moonspire Temple and laid the head upon its altar. Then, with a thunderous voice, Teclis began to weave a spell of banishment.
The daemons, perhaps sensing their demise, howled with one terrible voice as Teclis intoned the final word of the spell and slammed the base of his staff down upon the daemon's severed head. As N'Kari's skull split asunder, a massive, deafening crack of thunder filled the skies, and a magnificent flash of light shone down from the heavens.
Those who looked directly at it thought they saw the Goddess Lileath looking down upon them. From Moonspire's Pinnacle, a great torrent of fire raced across the Kingdoms of Ulthuan, banishing all the daemons that still clung to the mortal plane, preventing the Dark Gods from intervening in the affairs of Elves for a time.
The climactic defeat of the Greater Daemon N'Kari ended the Wars of Reclamation, but a newer, deadlier conflict waited just beyond the horizon. To the north-west of Ulthuan, upon the cold and harsh shores of Naggaroth , a second Chaos army of Khornate followers marched south from the Chaos Wastes almost at the same time the daemonic hordes of N'kari invaded the lands of Ulthuan. So it was that to the north of Ironfrost Glacier , the banners of the invaders were black against the storm-laden sky; the tramp of their iron-shod feet a rumble of thunder in distant lands.
The armies of Khorne were marching under one bloody banner, with Valkia the Bloody at the fore, as she drove the Bloodied Horde upon Naggaroth's northern defenses. Even when the maddening cries of the berserkers or the mighty war-drums of their warriors filled the dark sky with deafening noise, the Dark Elves of the northern watchtowers seemed to have been caught wholly unprepared, for the Sorcerers within the Tower of Prophecy lay silent behind a shield of dark sorcery.
The duty to raise the alarm across the Witch King's realm eventually fell upon the raven-cloaked border patrols who watched over the northern defences. Many of these scouts were overtaken by mysterious daemons, yet those that survived to reach the Tower of Volroth were able to pass the warnings to all the remaining cities before they too died of their wounds. With the entire kingdom finally alerted of their presence, Ebnir Soulflayer , most trusted of the Witch King's generals, rode out towards the Tower of Volroth with what forces he could readily muster, only to find the fortress, which itself housed 80, elite Druchii warriors, lying in ruins.
The Bloodied Horde had already breached the first layer of Naggaroth's defences. With their passage southward cleared, the titanic horde had separated into numerous smaller forces to seek their own individual glory, whilst Valkia remained true to the path laid by her God and besieged the very capital of Naggarond itself.
The splinter hordes which travelled eastward made for the shrine-city of Har Ganeth where they met the bloodthirsty warriors of Hellebron , High-Priestess of Khaine. Those which journeyed southward were confronted by Malus Darkblade and the cold-hearted legions of Hag Graef , painting the Dark Road red with the blood of the invaders.
Yet, while the forces of the northern wastes were now challenged at every turn, the pride of the Dark Elves' northern holds once again proved to be their folly. Each hold, fortress and army stood alone against their foes rather than stand united under a single banner. The city of Clar Karond could have been saved from utter destruction had Malus Darkblade's army lent its aid towards their beleaguered brethren instead of looking to its own interest.
Many times had Hellebron ranted and railed from Har Ganeth for aid to stop the berserk invaders from breaching her very gates, but none deigned answer the call. Eventually her city was finally overrun, and in her bloody madness, the Blood Queen accepted her fate and gave praise to Khaine as she and her remaining acolytes filled the streets with blood offerings. To the north, what remained of Ebnir Soulflayer's army was slowly worn away in vainglorious attempts to stem the advance of Chaos.
Again the Druchii, by their very nature, had sown the seeds of their own destruction as they fought, not out of a sense of duty to their country and people but as a chance at forgiveness from the Witch King's wrath. The war hammer world is full of dangerous dungeons. Your warriors have a varied array of weapons and skills. Use fire or ice against your enemies or poison them with lethal toxins.
There are explosive pistols and flaming hammers to suppress your enemies. Warhammer Quest 2 features enemies as well as heroes. There are sorceresses as well as mages, witch hunters and knights in the game. It depends on you, you have to choose the character in view of your requirements. There are 12 different heroes classes to choose from each having their own unique weapons, armors, and skills.
Press desired option key. Notes: Numpad 1: Super Health — when beginning the mission with the AI bots, press this option and likely their health will remain topped off for the entire mission.
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