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No Way Out

Prince Caeladan stood in his stirrups, surveying the enemy troops moving into position. In the previous season, the dwarvish invaders had captured a position on his frontier and wintered in an old fortress. He had vowed to chase them out of this land, but the dwarfs had proven to be formidable marchers, and had been able to outmanoeuvre the elf army.

The Portal

The ghostly green light was barely visible in the blinding sunshine of the desert morning, but the occasional crackles of sorcerous lightning were unmistakable. The ancient stone archway was all that remained of whatever had stood here centuries ago. A temple? A city? Any trace of it was now buried beneath the sand, but some otherworldly power had kept this one piece of it standing here, forgotten for all this time.

The Valley

The column marched through the misty valley. Prince Caeladan was tired, but elated. The legends had proved to be true. They had found the dwarven tomb high in the mountains, as the old scrolls had said. The elves were surprised to find the entrances still sealed – even after thousands of years they hadn’t been raided by goblins or skaven – or worse.

Blood in the Desert

Prince Caeladan reached for his water flask to quench his parched throat. The army had marched into an ancient riverbed which looked like it hadn’t seen rain in centuries. The dust in the air stirred up by the march of his troops was choking. A meandering line of miserable scrub grew in the lowest part of the valley, giving away some trickle of moisture that still drained from the distant eastern mountains out to the sea in the north.