The Battle of Brothers was the fourth
battle during the War of Brothers between High Elf and Dark Elf forces in the
Shadowlands.
Overview
A runner from Eagle Pass raced down the
last hill. His heart pounding through both fear and exertion. Bravely he had
thrown away his helmet and Ithilmar-corslet, the lack of extra weight helping
him to gain speed. When the guardians of Coraith mansion came to greet him, he
shouted "The Dark Elves are at our gates! The Dark Elves are at our
gates!"
Quickly, the silver horn of the High Elves
called the warriors of House Coraith to battle. Soon the hidden valley was full
of High Elves mustering to attack the invaders. The Silver Helms mounted their
noble steeds and brandished their lances. The archers and spearmen drew into
their battle lines. Repeater bolt throwers were hastily wheeled into position.
The White Lions, whose services King Finubar had lent to Calaidan, sharpened
their axes, and expectation of the coming battle shone on their faces. Even
though they had been caught off guard, the High Elves were still a force to be
reckoned with. They were defending their homes and families, and there would be
no giving up on them.
Lord Calaidan scanned the enemy ranks, and
to his horror he recognized one of the banners: the great Sea Dragon of his
brother Kaldor. At first Calaidan suspected Dark Elf trickery, but soon he
heard the firm voice of the general, and recognized it as the brother he had
long thought lost to him.
Now all was clear to Calaidan: how his
enemy had guessed his plans, how the Dark Elves had known where to strike and
what weaknesses to exploit. How they had found the mansion so quickly when it
had been so well hidden and protected by both spells and guards. A cold rage
gripped him, and he wept tears of sorrow for his people who had already
perished because of the treachery of his brother. As the rage within him grew
he swore to the gods above that he would restore the honour of his family by
slaying the evil he had once loved as a brother.
Meanwhile in the village surrounding the
mansion of Coraith the remaining High Elves were carrying their children to
safer ground hidden high in the mountains while their menfolk prepared for
battle. They knew that if the Dark Elves proved victorious then their families
would suffer a fate worse than death. The warriors of House Coraith were well
aware of this. This battle was no border skirmish or raid: today the destiny of
the Shadowlands would be decided.
Calaidan mounted his Elven steed and raced
to lead his force. On his right the Silver Helms, the nobles of his house, took
up position. On his left mustered the deep ranks of his spearmen. If there had
ever been two forces that were equal, they faced each other today in this
valley.
Kaldor shouted orders to his men and then
noticed his despised brother staring at him with cold, unforgiving fury in his
eyes. "So now you know, brother," sneered Kaldor. "You should
never have cheated me out of my birthright!"
For the last fifty years Kaldor had
prepared for this moment. He had planned every detail, forming counter attacks
for every tactic he though his brother would use and forming new tactics of his
own. Under his command he had a force that lusted after the blood of his
enemies. Surely he could not lose!
The Dark Elf army of Karond Kar got ready
for the kill. The City Guards from the bleak fortress formed up into their
ranks. The great Cold Ones, held back by their black-hearted riders snarled at
their prey. Witch Elves unfurled their red standard, dipped in the blood of
innocents slaughtered in the previous battle. The main force of Corsairs formed
the middle of the Dark Elf battle line. The crossbowmen dipped their bolts in
potent venom. Kaldor himself fixed his eyes on his brother. The bitterness of
the long years in exile surfaced in his twisted mind. He drew his runesword,
and gave the signal to attack. The Dark Elf host, wielding fire and steel
charged.
Thus the scene was set for a bloody battle
where no quarter was neither asked for nor given. And i the heavens Isha, the
mother of all Elves wept a single tear of the loss of her children.
Tide
of Battle
"The Dark Elves came to battle
equipped mainly for close combat while the High Elves were prepared to fight a
missile duel.
Unfortunately for the High Elves, their
bows had little effect on the dark spawn of Naggaroth, and soon the High Elves
were engaged in a series of hopeless melees across the battlefield. The individual
superior battle skills of the Dark Elves soon started to tell and the whole
High Elf army teetered on the brink of destruction. It is a good lesson for
aspiring generals not to rely too heavily on missile troops.
The Dark Elf Harpies and Scouts soon
silenced the dreaded Repeater Bolt Throwers, and once the Dark Elf regiments
got stuck in there was little the lightly armoured Archers could do.
In the end it was the personal valour and
prowess of Calaidan that saved the day which would have otherwise ended in a
catastrophic defeat.
The battle between Kaldor and Calaidan was
truly legendary, and it shall be remembered in the songs of the Elven
minstrels. It also shows that no matter how desperate the situation, there is
always a chance of victory!"
—Belannaer, the Wise.
Because of the dogged resistance of the
defenders of Eagle Pass the High Elf army was fully prepared by the time the
black-clad host of Karond Kar surged into the plains surrounding the mansion.
The High Elves had formed a long battle line with the Sword Masters and White
Lions in the centre, supported by archers and cavalry on the extreme flanks.
The Dark Elves had split into a concentrated force poised to shatter the core
of any High Elf resistance.
The massed High Elf archers sent volley
after volley of arrows raining down on the Dark Elves, but the evil ones
suffered only light casualties. Harpies swept down from above and tore into the
bolt thrower batteries. The Sword Masters of Hoeth advanced to meet the threat
of the Witch Elves, but in the ensuing battle the Brides of Khaine proved to be
the superior troops overwhelming the disciples of the White Tower and cutting
them down to the last Elf.
The High Elf cavalry tried a bold
outflanking manoeuvre, but were caught by the Dark Elf Cold Ones and driven off
in short order. The Black Ark Corsairs reached the High Elf battle line and
soon had slain almost all of the High Elf Archers. The White Lions fought
valiantly against the Black Guard, but their flanks were soon threatened by
Witch Elves.
Calaidan could see his army crumbling all
around him. His archers were dead, the repeater bolt throwers destroyed and his
cavalry were fleeing. It would be a matter of moments before his centre would
beak and the Dark Elves could claim indisputable victory. In his desperation,
Calaidan strode straight towards the centre of enemy lines, and challenged his
traitorous brother to single combat. Smiling cruelly Kaldor accepted. This was
the moment he'd been waiting for.
The two brothers struggled for an hour, but
Kaldor was overconfident and despised his brother as a weakling. Feigning that
he was growing tired, Calaidan let his defences down, Kaldor attacked sword
held high and died by the deadly riposte of his brother's sword.
Calaidan raised both swords above his head
as a sign of victory. Seeing that their leader was dead, a cry rose from the
Dark Elf ranks. "All is lost!". A wave of panic ran through the Dark
Elf army and many regiments turned to flee. Calaidan cut a swathe through the
Dark Elves that dared to resist him, and with his terrible twin swords there
was no defence against such fury. The Dark Elves retreated before the
invincible warrior the best they could, and fled back to Eagle Pass. Having
lost their will to fight they regrouped and headed back to the shore.
Hounded by the Shadow Warriors, only a very
small group of Dark Elves managed to return to the Harbinger of Pain and set
sail back to Naggaroth. The survivors knew that this was only a temporary
respite, for now they would have to face the wrath of Malekith, the Witch King.
They trembled with fear, for the ruler of the Land of Chill was not known for
the virtues of compassion and mercy.
Meanwhile Calaidan built a great funeral
pyre for his brother, and his weary and wounded men gathered around him. It was
a sad sight: more than three quarters of the brave warriors of House Coraith
had perished, and their bodies now littered the battlefield all around them.
For many years to come House Coraith was too weak to consolidate its hold on
the Shadowlands. But for now, victory was theirs. It would be a long time
before the sails of the Dark Elf Black Arks would be sighed again on the coast
of the Shadowlands.
Years later the Elven minstrels of Lothern
wrote the Lay of Calaidan, also known as the War of Brothers, where the deeds
of these dark days were recorded. In the song it is said that Isha wept new
tears for the slaughter of her children and marring of her land, and these
tears were made into new jewels that would be the beginning of many new
legends.
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