![]() “It never occurred to me that elves have children,” Zanitlov guffaws in amusement. The great harbour is protected by a thick seawall, shielding it against storm winds from the east, and when the low tide comes in, our children often play in the tide pools.” Its white citadel walls offer protection to the surrounding farmlands, the castle extending so far towards the sky that some have named it the Lonely Mountain. "The city of my birth, Cairn Thel, is built on one such location, where an enormous valley forms a fertile plain, with bountiful fields and great forests. Towering cliffs face the sea, and only in certain places does the land slope gently enough to make a harbour.”Ī strange emotion seeps into your voice, one that you cannot quite place yourself. Many of these fjords are home to mighty forests, while others turn into swamplands into which many an invader has disappeared without a trace. Great valleys descend down from the Annulii mountains, creating a rolling landscape of hills and lowlands. It is the largest of the elven kingdoms, yet sparsely populated, encompassing much of Ulthuan's eastern coast. The Swordmasters think they are subtle, casting each other glances, but not so subtle as to escape your eye. So instead, I shall tell you of the kingdom from which I hail, Yvresse." At the dawn of time, elvenkind divided it into ten great kingdoms, and were I to tell you of all of them, we would still be here when the sun rises. “Ulthuan is a vast land, equal to the Old World itself. You owe them and their suspicion nothing. You owe them no heed: you were asked to speak, and so you shall. This is because Ulthuan rests not on rock and soil, but floats on a shelf of pure magic, raised from the bottom of the ocean by our gods.”Īwed whispers filter throughout the hall, but accompanying them are suspicious glares and hushed mutterings. ![]() Were you able to swim for weeks on end, and survive the magics that flow there, you would eventually emerge on the other side, having swum underneath the continent. If you could hold your breath long enough, and if you could withstand the terrible pressure of those depths, you would eventually find the bedrock curving inward. “Quite so,” you nod again, turning away from the man as you raise your voice. “And were you to dive from that island towards the shore, swimming as deep as you could, what would you find?” “There is,” the man says, looking a little perplexed as to where you are going with this. ”And at the center of this lake, there is an island, is there not?” “In summer, we go there for fresh fish, and the children learn how to swim.” “Aye, the Khirnov lake,” one of the locals, a scruffy-looking man with a thick mustache replies to your question. That, at least, should not have changed since they were drawn. “There is a lake not far from here, is there not?” You pause, slowly rapping your gauntleted fingers against the table as you recall the maps of Kislev you memorized. It is a place of magic and wonder, unlike any other that exists in this world.” Beyond the Empire, beyond Bretonnia, beyond even the dunes of Araby, there exists an island-continent of unparalleled beauty. “Ulthuan, the ancient homeland of the elves, lies far from here. “My homeland…” you muse, and from the corner of your eye you can tell Dorial’s eyes are on you. Of the heroes of Kislev, who guide her people in dark times. Of the Wailing Fen, and her triumph over the Daemons. ![]()
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