Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 301 151. The Horned Rat and the Ancient Sage are best friends

Speaking of Kafsha, we have to mention the root of all this, Tylos, he is the legendary father of the Tilean people. He was still the tribal chief at the time and concluded an alliance with Myrmidia who walked on the earth. , and with the help of Myrmidia built a great city for his tribe, the city of Delos.

The city was not enough for Delos, however, as he dreamed of a city named after him that would transcend the slender white buildings to the south. So he ordered his people to build a tower, a tower that would humble the elves.

Myrmidia, who was not yet the war goddess of strategy and glory, but who was as peace-loving as her sister Thalia, was shocked by this meaningless labor, and after many warnings and exhortations failed, she abandoned Ti. Los, claiming that she would return only when the people of Delos were once again honored.

This period of history is recorded in "Bellona Myrmidia", which is a holy book of the Myrmidian sect. This holy book, like "War Strategy" and "Book of War", is an important document within the sect. One of the three most popular holy books.

The city of Delos is said to have been founded sometime between -2500 and -2000 in the Imperial Calendar, but the Dwarven Chronicles contradict this and provide a more accurate date.

According to the dwarf chronicles, the first human tribes migrated to the southern lands of the Old World in the Imperial Calendar -2000. At that time, the number of human tribes was very small and very primitive. They used tools and weapons made of wood and stone. The place where the human tribe settled became what is now Tyrell and Estalia.

In Imperial Calendar -1997, the Longbeard War broke out, and the dwarves began to attack Assur's colonies. During the war, the armies of the Bottomless Steps, now known as the Bloodhorn Peaks, joined forces with the armies of Karak Dragonkeep and Barak Seagate to fight against Assur in the land now known to humans as Tyrell. The battle destroyed several towns and trading posts, including today's Lucini and Tobarro.

In other words, these records confirm that the city of Delos was indeed founded by Delos and the people of his tribe. It is not an abandoned elf city, nor should it be an earlier city. It is so ancient that it can be traced back. Until the arrival of the Old Ones. Like many fables and legends, the first part of the Tyrell folklore "The End of Kafsha" is somewhat exaggerated.

Moreover, "The End of Kafsa" is also called "The Curse of Thirteen".

In the Imperial Calendar -1950, in order to search for ores, the Kafusha clan of wandering dwarves from the Black Mountains settled in the city of Delos. Later, the city of Delos was also called Kafusha, depending on the name of the respective race.

Humans live on the surface, while dwarves build fortresses underground. Although they live separately from each other, the dwarves provide the necessary stones, metals, and crafts for the development of human cities, while humans work in the fields to feed the surface and underground. s population.

Humans and dwarves work and live in perfect harmony, helping each other according to their respective cultural strengths. The prosperity of the region's lands and mountains and the cooperation between the two great races allowed the city to reach incredible heights in every aspect within a generation.

With the help of the Kafusha clan, the humans there established a trade network between what is now the Ilana Mountains and the Tyrell Sea, and with the help of the Kafusha clan, the city embarked on the rapid urbanization process. Tao has developed rapidly, especially in architecture and engineering. Building technology and engineering were arguably the greatest and most experienced on the face of the Old World at that time, and it would be centuries before other human settlements would come close to the wonders of this city's streets.

According to dwarven records, the mythical city of Delos was surrounded by fertile fields of grain, and beneath the hills that provided shelter to the dwarves lay rich veins of the most precious minerals, stretching into the dark depths. at. The streets of Delos were paved with silver, the buildings were built with gold, and the magnificent temples dedicated to the gods were built with meteorite, jade, and marble.

In the Imperial Calendar - 1880, the humans in the city of Delos began to build a huge tower on the basis of the magnificent temple under the order of Delos. The dwarves of the Kafsha clan also joined this great undertaking. Provide humans with technical guidance and the ores needed for construction.

The tower's construction period turned from weeks to months, and months to years, but workers kept building. The men who worked in that great temple grew old and gray, and their sons continued their work in the summer sun and winter snow.

Construction on the tower continued over the next 100 years.

Eventually, over many generations, the tower reached such incredible heights that the workers found it increasingly difficult to move the stones to the top. Despite their great building skills, they were unable to place the last cornerstone to the tower's pinnacle. Eventually, the work came to a standstill, and completing the final steps of the tower seemed forever impossible.

At this moment, the stranger wearing a gray hood mentioned in "The End of Kafsha" appeared. He expressed his willingness to help Delos's great plan, but he asked the workers to give him a favor in return. And claimed that if the workers promised him, he would complete the final work on the tower overnight.

The favor demanded by the gray-hooded stranger was simply to add his own devotion to the gods to the tower structure, the workers agreed, and the deal was sealed.

At dusk the stranger entered the unfinished tower and ordered the workmen to return at midnight. As the workers left, clouds swept over the moon, shrouding the towers in darkness.

People all over the city were watching, waiting for the passage of time, until at midnight, they gathered again in twos and threes in the square below the tower. The wind and clouds cleared and they looked up at the tower.

The tower rises straight into the sky like a complete spear, pure and white. But at the very top of the tower hung a huge horn bell, shining coldly in the moonlight.

The stranger's devotion to the gods was present, but there was no trace of the stranger himself.

The people of Delos were glad that their father's father's work was finished, and they flocked to the tower to enter.

Just then, midnight had arrived, and the corner clock at the top of the tower began to ring automatically.

Once...twice...three times, a slow and heavy sound swept through the entire city of Delos.

Four times... five times... six times, the bells sounded like the slow pulse of a bronze giant.

Seven times...eight times...nine times, every time the bell rang, the sound became louder. People covered their ears and staggered back from the steps.

Ten times...eleven times...twelve times...thirteen times.

On the thirteenth time, lightning pierced the sky and thunder resounded throughout the night sky.

High in the sky, the evil moon Morsrib was illuminated by a bright flash, and everything fell into ominous silence.

People fled to their beds, frightened and confused by the omens they saw.

The next morning it was discovered that darkness had fallen upon the city of Delos. There were dark clouds over the rooftops, and the rain was heavier than ever before. The rain, as black as ash, fell on the streets, making puddles and smoothing the cobblestones into a dark iridescence.

At first, people were not worried and waited for the rain to stop before continuing their work. But the rain did not stop, the wind blew harder, and lightning shook the towers.

Days passed, weeks passed, and the rain showed no signs of stopping. At midnight every night, the horn clock rings thirteen times on time, and darkness envelopes the entire city during the day. People became afraid and prayed to their gods, but the rain still didn't stop and dark clouds hung like a shroud over the flattened cornfields.

People went to the dwarves for help, but the dwarves didn't care. What did it matter if there was a little rain on the ground? Everything is warm and dry in the embrace of the earth. People huddled in their homes, fear gnawing at their hearts. They sent some people to distant places to ask for help, but no one came back. Some went to the great temples to pray and offer their dwindling food supplies to the gods, but they found the doors of the great temples closed to them.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and black hail fell from the sky, crushing the soaked crops.

The huge bell sounded the final death knell for this terrifying city.

Soon, huge rocks split the sky and rushed down like black meteors, smashing people's homes. Many people began to get sick and die for no apparent reason, and babies were born with horrific deformities. People began to starve as lurking pests devoured what little food remained.

The people went to see the dwarf again and asked for his help. They want to bring the people on the surface to safety underground, and they want food.

The dwarf was angry and told the people that the lower mines were flooded and the food was eaten by rats. There was barely enough food and shelter for them and their relatives. They kicked people out of the hall and closed the door again.

In the ruins of the city above, each day becomes more deadly than the last. People were desperate and began to seek help from the dark gods, whispering the name of the forgotten demon prince in the hope of being saved. But the Dark Gods did not grant them favor. Instead, the vermin returned, bigger and bolder than ever.

Sneaky and furry, they have become a scourge in this dilapidated city. They indulge in the remains of the dead, and weak people are also thrown to the ground by them. People retreat step by step while resisting desperately, but Facing this menacing swarm of rats, their weapons had no effect at all.

Wave after wave of giant rat frenzy tore people into pieces, their chisel-like yellow teeth pierced into people's soft bodies, and the people's miserable screams were drowned out by the terrifying tremors of the black swarm of rats.

Finally, the desperate people took up whatever weapons they had, knocked on the dwarf's door, and threatened to drag the dwarf out by his beard if he did not appear. But there was no response from inside, so they picked up the beam and smashed the door open, revealing the dark and empty tunnel below.

In the ancient dwarf palace, people found dwarves, but only bones and pieces of cloth were left of the dwarves. There, in the last light of the torches, they saw countless eyes around them...

These stories are not only mentioned in "The Last Days of Kafsha", but also in "Tower Falls", an ancient Tilean text written by the Altdorf noble Mirela von Vitmar. One of the lady's properties was discovered in 1114 of the Imperial Calendar. This book gives a slightly different version of the story told in "The Curse of Thirteen".

The illustrated text on the page is written in a narrow, spidery font, and the drawings are crude and scary. A glance at the frontispiece is enough to make one's stomach churn. This book was written before the Age of Sigmar, which refers to the birth and rule of the Old World by Sigmar in the Middle Ages, not the next era.

This book describes an ancient human city, the most powerful city in the world, a kingdom that shines like the sun. Despite all the power and magic the city possessed, it was destroyed by the Skaven, completely razed to the ground and even its name lost to legend.

Different versions are that this book describes in detail how the ancient kingdom was destroyed. The Skaven sent no army to attack the walls. Instead, they dig holes under their walls and dig out people who can exploit their ambitions. The people are docile and sycophantic, serving those who would betray humanity for power. Through their proxies, they sow discord between brothers and fragment society until it becomes full of hostility and hatred. Then, when the kingdom is sufficiently weakened from within, they rise from their hidden caves.

The city of Delos ceased to exist, and in its place the Skaven City was born.

There are also related records in the White Tower of Hoth in Ulthuan, telling the story of Delos, a mysterious city that disappeared under the withered swamps in the distant past. Delos eventually became a legend among the people of the land and was considered the name of the father of the Tyrells. If these legends are true, it could mean that the current Tyrells are descendants of the humans who lived in and around the city of Delos.

But today's Tyrells are unlikely to be direct descendants of the citizens of Delos. Those in the city should have perished in the disaster that swept the city. They are likely to be descendants of the tribal people who tended crops and herded livestock. The tribal people provided food and clothing to the inhabitants of the city of Delos. One legend records that the city of Delos exacted a tenth of its slaves from the surrounding tribes, and these slaves had to be sent to Delos every year to work on the great construction projects there.

Moreover, there are no known elven cities near the Blight Swamp. Perhaps this is because the elves at that time deliberately chose to avoid the city of Delos. The elven colonists believed that there were savage and primitive humans living there, but strangely they would trade with them. Maybe Is it from that time that the Tilean people awakened to their trading characteristics?

Of course, none of this matters, including whether the Skaven are mice or humans, or mixed together. The important thing is that the Skaven did appear at this time. In the next era, it was mentioned in the dialogue between the White Dwarf and the Skaven, which is considered a real hammer.

"At first, I tried to destroy you in Kafsha! I advised the humans to touch that damn tower of theirs again! I warned them not to accept unsolicited aid from strangers. Even then, that city was destined to Destruction, I still beg the underground Kafsha clan dwarves to do more. Alas, my ax alone cannot save this city that is destined to be destroyed, but the ending of this city is the best for its era. Fair."

The main question revolves around the mysterious man wearing the gray hood. Who is this mysterious man wearing the gray hood? This question remains unanswered.

On the rare occasions when the Skaven talk about their origins, they refer to this man as the "Shaper", said to be an "older race" than them. Coupled with the rain of dimensional stones summoned from the sky, we came to the most likely conclusion: the "Shaper" is one of the ancient saints!

The terrifying power of the Great Horned Rat Clock hanging at the top of the tower is unbelievable. It is very likely to be a kind of interstellar technology!

You can pull dimensional stone meteorites down from space! The sound brought endless rain, fog, and cold, wrapping the once great city in a prison of darkness and deprivation. Warpstone continues to fall, forever distorting the surrounding landscape, turning farmland into swamps. Crops were poisoned, ores corroded, and humans and dwarves were wiped out by disease, starvation, and murder. Even the great and glorious architecture of the city itself was distorted by the rain of pure chaos, transforming it once again into a vast maze, both ugly and beautiful.

All of this, combined with the murals that Darkus saw in front of him, gave him a very bad feeling. If the man wearing the gray hood was really the Ancient Saint, then who was Sotek? ? What was the purpose of this ancient saint doing this? Who is this ancient saint? Do the Lizardmen know this Old One? Are there other ancient saints in this world?

More importantly, will it have an impact on Darkus's grand plan?

Darkus thought that Malekith was quite naughty and very playful... but now it was him. This was really an outsider's casual talk, while the insiders were completely confused.

The Old Ones guessed it was pages 26, 27, 28 and 35 of Children of the Horned Rat (RPG).

The passage about White Dwarf comes from issue 480 of White Dwarf magazine in October 2022, page 138.

What the protagonist saw yesterday was the Lustria running group book from March this year, page 30.