Prior to the chaos incursions of dark elves, beasts and deamons that plagued Ulthuan for so long began, before contact with the human civilisations in the Old World, the elves of central Tiranoc lived peacefully off the land in the same way that all of their kin did. This changed during the reign of the Phoenix King Caledor the Second. A massive chaos incursion landed on the coasts in an attempt to avoid the road well travelled and catch their foes unawares, while most of the army was abroad, in battle with the dwarves. After encountering little resistance as expected they came across the army of the Prince Corcesceth waiting for them on the plains of Haedris.
A desperate bloody battle ensued with the Elves fighting heavily outnumbered, buying time for the main armies to mobilise, to reinforce them. However it was a losing battle. The elves were punished heavily. Corcesceth saw his uncle, his brother and his only son killed before his eyes as the battle lines of chaos encroached further across the plain. A flurry of arrows felled his steed from underneath him and dropped him, unceremoniously on the side of the plain. Forces were thin here as an impenetrable forest guarded this flank. As he lay there watching his kin fall, selling their lives dearly on this plain he prayed to Asuryan for deliverance. His prayers were answered with a screech. The forest exploded, near him trees flying and scattering surrounding troops on both sides. But it was not the salvation he had prayed for. Out of the forest strode the Keeper of Secrets, a greater demon of Tzeentch. Corcesceth slumped his head to the ground wondering why his gods had abandoned him on this field when a second deeper screech rang out over the plain. From the black storm clouds advancing over the Chaos lines swept a dragon of jet black scales, burning with an eldritch red glow. As it flew over the lines of battle great gouts of white hot flame erupted from its mouth, immolating the chaos lines, before it swooped in on Corcesceth’s position. The Lord of Change swung his twisted weapon at the dragon only to have it deftly avoided. The dragon lunged in and grabbed the daemons neck in its claws, and in a magically amplified noise, shattered it in two places. It pulled the demons head next to its own, looked into the eyes of the beast and once more unleashed its magical flame into the beasts face. When the dragon released the demon it slumped to the ground, headless and defeated before vanishing back to the warp. Crushed by the loss of the demon and the appearance of the powerful Star Dragon much of the chaos line fled. It was quickly chased down and cut apart by vengeful High Elves.
After the battle the fallen elves were seen to in the respectful manner expected of their kin. The bodies of their enemies were removed, burnt in massive pyres to honour the flame of the dragon that had saved them all. A year later the plains of Haedris, were no longer the green grass they once were, but awash with a new red flower, only growing in places where the dragons breath had cleansed the earth. Prince Corcesceth decided to adopt these colours into his kinsman’s martial uniform as a reminder of the cost of their safety.
However other citizens of Ulthuan regard them with suspicion. Were Corcesceth’s prayers answered by a chaos god before his own? And any elf abandoning the white robes of his race in favour of the blood red of battle must be showing signs of taint mustn’t they? And how did any elf live so long with no signs of ageing? Regardless of these suspicions Corcesceth still rules over the lands, riding into battle astride his saviour, Elarique to keep his lands free, and fought in the great campaign during the reign of Finubar the Seafarer pushing the last great chaos excursion from their lands.
So only one model (2nds underway) at present but I like it personally. Its going to be a while before i'm up to gameplay strength (although the intro box is apparantly High Elves vs Skaven so i'll be getting that probably)
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