The Hatred Of Hallar

Hallar sat, seemingly oblivious to the distractions that lay around him.The Dark Elves had been crushed by the superior skill of their distant brethern's general.He appeared to be ..bored.He had driven the last enemy of Ulthuan from its sacred soil.

Just before he went to rise he stoped,rigid,scaning. Like a Chracian white lion his perceptions honed in on the intruders to the halls of Anlec.In an instant he spotted them, hunched figures which he,without effort, identified as..Skaven.

As the force of skaven crossed the halls floor the elite Swordsmen of Hoeth entered the hall behind them.The Swordmasters had often come to Hallars rescue even though he had never called for them.In the front line of the swordsmen stood Bel Tanor,Hallars son...

Bel Tanor had disappointed Hallar in his decision to join the order of magi. Hallar had trained him since his childhood in the ways of the sword. After forty years of training Bel Tanor, Simply decided his destiny lay with the Magi.

Hallars attention returned to the imminent fight as his eye caught a glympse of a shadow forming to his left. "Death Master" He exclaimed,"It has been a while"

" ...ss..not lonng enoough elf thinng" Replied Snitch as his cloak fell away and the fight began.

Hallar saw Bel Tanors worry stricken face in the corner of his eye. His was the greatest task this day. He was already tired after the fierce battle with the Dark elves. Could he take on Snitch in his state?

The answer of course was yes. He had defeated Snitch before and would do so again. He swore vengence for Belhathor, his old friend who Snitch had murdered many years ago,and he would carry it out.

He lashed out wildly at the skaven fiend. Snitch fell back in utter disarray taking grievous wounds from the frenzied Hallar. Finally Hallor swung his great sword over his head and down in a shrieking arch, breaking the up held blade of the master killer and taking his festering head clean off his shoulders.

Hallar gathered his surviving sword masters and then left the hall to speak with his victorious army who were presently burying the fallen from the battle.

He spoke to them with fierce hatred in his voice and declared that once again the elves were at war.

"When they attack we fall back, They kill our families and we offer no reprisal, well no more, Now we stand. The reign of the Skaven is at an end, Now they die..."
"To War For The Dead's Revenge"

An Excerpt From The History of:
Hallar of Hoeth