Elves Re-enforce the Border Princes
The sanctity of the Wood Elf holdings within the Border Princes was shattered when Daemons tore through the fabric of reality and invaded the hallowed glades. Forewarned by their seers the Elves made short work of the foul intruders but their leaders recognised that more intrusions could well follow and that steps needed to be taken to improve the forest’s defences. Tree singers set to work, using all of the Elves available resources in their incantations. Soon the edge of the forest knit itself into an impenetrable barrier, isolating the Wood Elves from the rest of the Border Princes. In the troubled times ahead the Wood Elves would ride out the storm in their fortress forest, separated from the outside world and its fate.
The sanctity of the Wood Elf holdings within the Border Princes was shattered when Daemons tore through the fabric of reality and invaded the hallowed glades. Forewarned by their seers the Elves made short work of the foul intruders but their leaders recognised that more intrusions could well follow and that steps needed to be taken to improve the forest’s defences. Tree singers set to work, using all of the Elves available resources in their incantations. Soon the edge of the forest knit itself into an impenetrable barrier, isolating the Wood Elves from the rest of the Border Princes. In the troubled times ahead the Wood Elves would ride out the storm in their fortress forest, separated from the outside world and its fate.
The High Elves of the Phoenix Tower also took steps to improve their security. A large host of re-enforcements from Ulthuan sailed up the Tana Dante river, slipping past Freihafen under a magical cloak in dead of night. The newly arrived troops quickly set to work, driving back inquisitive human forces who strayed too close to the tower and massacring a band of chaos marauders that had made its way through Bretonnian territory to the boundaries of the Elven protectorate.
Magical Maelstrom Breaks Out
Already a tempest, the magical vortex centred on the Border Princes increased its ferocity allowing Daemons to spew forth onto the mortal plane. Beneath the Black Tower the forces of undeath fought to drive the daemons from their mine workings, banishing them back into the warp. Finally, after months of build up, the tempest broke through the boundaries of reality. A massive blast with its epicentre somewhere in the north of the Apuccini Mountains demolished entire peaks to send giant landslides of rock tumbling down, chocking mountain passes and opening up new ones. The giant cracks in the landscape offered new routes to Tilea and The Vaults for anyone who would dare try to wrest control of them from the gibbering hordes of daemons now roaming the landscape.