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The fate of Tribune Almalexia

1 dubna, 2012

So you wish to know my name, mortal? My name is very precious to me for it is the only thing permanent about me. I posed as many things and appeared in many roles during my centuries of life, yet I never allowed myself to forget my own name. Almalexia.

Ancient Chimer witch-queen

Almalexia, elven goddess of love, fertility and passion

I can still recall my father calling me by name for feast every morn. Not that I can remember his name or his face. All my memories about Aldmeri Cradle are suspiciously chaotic and scarce. Often I wondered if someone played with my memory. Sometimes I suspect I myself cursed my mind to forget. I know Aldmeri was wonderful and beautiful. I know there was both pleasure and pain to be found. I think there were some enemies of mine, but all is clouded in doubt and dust.

Elven Aldmeri Continent

Elven Aldmeri Continent

What I remember clearly is how my people escaped from the Cradle of Mer and how we arrived on Summerset Isles. We were both devastated and excited, for the new worlds ahead of us were both dangerous and promising. Me and my sisters wanted to celebrate Sanguine through sensual pleasures and Azura through our love. But others abhorred our Daedra Gods. They called us heretics and abominations. So we escaped again.

Morrowind, the Home of the Dark Elves

Morrowind, the Home of the Dark Elves

We fled to Morrowind with our wise prophet Veloth and settled in that dangerous land. We called ourselves Chimer and laughed at the foolishness of our Altmer oppressors, for we have found beautiful keeps, palaces and ports. How we loved the sinister landscape of Morrowind with its Ashlands, bleak forests of mushrooms and mysterious swamps. Yet we overlooked the most precious treasure to be found in our new home. The Heart of Lorkhan.

The Heart was hidden beneath Red Mountain in the grasp of our fair-weather friends- the Dwemer. With it they abandoned the worship of Daedra Gods and created wonders beyond imagination of your primitive people, mortal. But we were blind to their heresy, power and plans. In happiness we forged our new realm of Morrowind. I fell in love with a male Chimer for the first time then. His name was Nerevar and he was great in all ways I could think of. Though I kept many girls as my lovers, I married him and allowed him to keep both his male and female pets, for his heart was utterly mine and our people have never felt threatened by our natural desires.

For the first time since leaving the Aldmeri Cradle of Mer was I worshipped for my beauty as I deserved. People praised me as their Queen and all Chimer adored me just as they feared my husband. But the age of prosperity was about to end when we learned about plans of our false allies. The Dwemer intended to use the Heart of Lorkhan for conquering Morrowind. Quickly we went to stop them and stop them we did.

Dwemer couple, the Dwarves of Skyrim, Hammerfall and Morrowind

Dwemer couple, the Dwarves of Skyrim, Hammerfall and Morrowind

Even I do not know what happened to the Dwemer. I was there and thus I can confirm that all of them disappeared as ghosts in a blink of an eye. Many thought them destroyed, but I suspected treachery. I told Nerevar to preserve their weapons and tools. Do not listen to the stories about poison candles, mortal. Nobody regretted death of Nerevar more than me. Ashlanders are right however when it comes to my treachery regarding the promise I made to Nerevar. It was I who seduced both Sotha Sil and Vivec and convince them to use the power of the Heart for the purpose of ascendency.

We became the Gods. We spat into the face of Azura herself as she tried to deny us our rightful place. We laughed even as she transformed our people into Dunmer, for we retained our golden skin through our godhood. As the Tribunal we ruled over Morrowind even as the foolish Dagoth Ur tried to oppose us. I have personally faced Mehrunes Dagon, the Lord of Destruction ,and defeated him. I was a goddess just as I deserved!

People praised me as their merciful matron. My House Indoril spread my kind words among Dunmer and my wrath among their enemies. I was divine!!! It is the fate of the great to be victim of lesser conspirators. Vivec was jealous of me and allied himself with Dagoth Ur, Sotha Sil, Azura and Nerevarine. Not even I could stand a chance against their combined strikes.

They destroyed the Heart of Lorkhan. My godhood was in peril. I knew I was losing ground. I was losing sanity. It is hard for a Goddess to lose her sight, youth and power. I had a plan, but it was risky and it failed. In the arms of my beloved treacherous Nerevarine I died right after I killed Sotha Sil in revenge.

Sotha Sil, the Dark Elven God of Sorcery

Sotha Sil, the Dark Elven God of Sorcery

But as you see, my dear mortal, I did not bet on a single card, oh no! For some time my bloodline prospered outside of Morrowind. Among the Altmer, Dunmer and Bosmer in Cyrodiil my blood flew and so I could be reborn one day just as Nerevar was reborn in the form of Nerevarine. Yet all my distant offspring seemed too fragile and common to make a right vessel for me. There was only one exception.

Long ago I accepted a visitor. He called himself the Snow Prince and claimed to be the last son of the father with the same title. He even claimed to be the last of his race, the legendary Snow Elves of Skyrim. In silence I listened to his stories about war between his lost people and the Nords, about their later enslavement in the hands of Dwemer. He was a noble battlemage and reminded me of my long dead Nerevar. I mated with him and in secret I had born him a daughter. Since then her line prospered on Summerset Isles.

Snow Prince, the last of the Falmer Elves of Skyrim

Snow Prince, the last of the Falmer Elves of Skyrim

When I died my spirit was reborn in the babe of this bloodline. My own blood in its veins allowed me to possess it just as the blood of the Snow Elves allowed me later to recall the long lost knowledge of Snow Mer of Skyrim. I grew up, scarcely remembering who I was. When I finally remembered I forsake my new false name and named myself Almalexia again. They considered me an Altmer, but I was much more. I was a hybrid of Chimer and Falmer with memories of ancient queen and goddess.

I went here in Skyrim in search for the long lost power of the Snow Elves. The Eye of Magnus is it called and I shall not rest till you tell me, where it is, my dear little mortal. The Heart of Lorkhan is no more, but the Eye shall make me greater than ever. As I walk the frozen lands of dragons I remember more and more. Soon I shall regain my godhood and this time there will be no Tribunal, only me. My ancient rivals among Psijics and Aldmeri Dominion themselves shall unknowingly deliver the Eye into my hands. I shall slaughter the Nords and banish Imperials just as I should have done back then in Morrowind. I shall raise forgotten Snow Elves as my people and regain my rightful place in the order of things!!!

Almalexia, the Snow Queen of the Falmer of Skyrim

Almalexia, the Snow Queen of the Falmer of Skyrim


Morathi, the Hag Sorceress of Cytharai

7 srpna, 2011
Morathi, the First Bride of Khaine

Morathi, the First Bride of Khaine

It is said Slann Lord Kroak chose four favouried elven apprentices of magic. These Elves were Astarielle the Everqueen, Caledor Dragontamer, Thyridor of Saphery and Morathi the Raven Maiden. It is of little surprise that these Elves wielded vast powers and wisdom. Morathi was blessed by the element of water, while the powers of earth, fire and air were given to other apprentices. When Chaos came, the nature of magic changed. The Four Gods of Chaos claimed four elements and released their own winds of magic into the world.

Slaanesh took over the former realm of water and Morathi just like the others had to choose instead some of the winds of magic. The winds of Death and Shadow were drawn to her spite and in despair she swore vengeance upon Slaanesh. The Daemons of Slaanesh in fear knelt before the Dark Queen and she learned from them the true nature of Chaos. Slaanesh was only secondary interested in mortals, his primary goal was to gain upper hand over the Other Three Ruinous Powers.

Thus she forged eternal pact between herself and the Dark Father of the Cytharai. Together the Elven Witch and Slaaneshi Daemons could trick even insane pawns of Tzeentch. It is her ultimate goal to let Druchii claim whole world in the name of Slaanesh, Eret Khial and their children. Even then she wont stop. Her son Malekith would raise his people and invade the realms of other Chaos Gods and change the whole Universe forever. It is through the Hag Sorceress that the weakest of the Fourth has greates influence on her world. Yet she always has upper hand and once she claims the secrets of the Old Ones from the wretched Slaan, she will take her rightful place among the gods!

Morathi, the Witch Queen of Nagaryethe

Morathi, the Witch Queen of Nagaryethe


Worst of the Wicked

4 srpna, 2009

The Table of Darkness

In the forgotten Land of Chill lies a City of Ghrond. It is a place of pain and madness and it is there, that a huge tower of black iron rises into crimson skies to mock the Ruinous Powers.

At the very top of the tower one can find an ancient chamber, where enslaved deamons wail in agony to please its occupants. The room is enlightened by dozens of braziers filled with burning bones.

In a middle of this chamber is a table from dark metal, hidden in a shadow of huge statue of Malekith, the Witch King of Naggaroth. Not long ago, five creatures were sitting there. These five creatures were so terrible, that they made even Endless uneasy.

Anethera, Eldire, Arkaneth, Heshor and Adigha. Those five names were often used as curses by the novices of the Convent of the Sorceresses. These most powerful, treacherous, cunning, ancient and beautiful of the Brides of the Malekith were usually called Supreme Sorceresses.

For five thousand years they had controlled the fate of the Naggarothi, or so they believed. That night they met again in order bring more misery and depravity into the world.

Heshor eyed her wine-skull suspiciously. She did not had to be a sorceress to realize, that her wine was poisoned. To Void with that dwarf and his skaven allies! They had ruined her!

She had her own coven, black ark, N´Kari and the Harp of Doom! And now? She was so weak, that they even tried to poison her like some human dog!!!

Suddenly a tall door opened and the Hag Sorceress stepped into the chamber. All present ladies faded in her presence. She was utterly perfect. With grace Morathi took her place at the round table and raised her hand.

“Another year has passed and here we sit again, around the Table of Darkness, ready to bring doom to all who oppose us! For we are the Brides of Malekith, the rightful ruler of Ulthuan!!!”

“Yes we are!!!” answered the sorceresses and raised their arms toward the statue of their supreme master.

“Now reports. I expect pleasing news,” announced Morathi.

“The Asur are still weakened by your recent invasion, dread lady, and the dogs from the house Uthorin has served their purpose. Northern Ulhtuan is ours,” replied Arkaneth.

Heshor almost hissed in fury. That lying bitch! From her spies she knew about countless Asur holding many fortresses in that region. All thanks to that ridiculous rivalry between House Uthorin and House Arkaneth!

“My son has conquered the western regions! Whole Ulthuan trembles before the banners of Drachau Malus from Hag Graef!” reported Eldire with pride in her voice.

Dangerous sparks appeared in obsidian eyes of the Hag Sorceresses. Morathi was naturally aware of childish plot of Eldire, who was obviously trying to place her bastard on the throne of Naggaroth.

“The Empire of the men, crippled by the blow of Archaon, stands only little chance against the Cultists of Tzeentch. The Armies of the Changer of the Ways will soon be victorious,” said Adigha.

Adigha was a mystery to all except Morathi. With her azure eyes and white hair she looked like wretched Asur, yet she still managed to become a Supreme Sorceresses. She was charged with overseeing the dangerously multiplying humans in the Old World.

“The Chaos Wastes are still a source of great danger, but our priestesses managed to enslave most Hung tribes. Kurgans are still a threat of course, especially with the power of Tzeentch unchecked,” reported Heshor.

The responsibility for northern Watchtowers was a great burden and punishment for her recent failure. When Morathi learnt about destruction of black ark and the Harp of Doom, she personally tortured her once favorite apprentice for whole month, before letting her go with this unpleasant duty.

“The Temple of Khaine is getting out of control again,” announced Anethera. “With Yasmir around, Hellebron is barely able to maintain her position. Hag Queens are starting to divide into many fractions and their behavior is becoming unpredictable.”

Anethera was incredibly powerful matriarch of famous Helbane dynasty. As such she was a keeper of order in the Land of Chill. Her position was the most prominent one and every Supreme Sorceresses was hoping to crush that vile hag into a powder.

Great Morathi was silent for a moment. She hissed a command and one of the Endless opened the door. Beautiful she-slave of Asur origin came in with a brass plate.

The slave placed a cleaned skull before her mistress and poured wine into it. While tasting the drink, the Hag Sorceress stroked her slave and sent her away.

“The situation in both Ulthuan and Old World pleases me. We shall send more novices there to ensure success. We shall also manipulate Hellebron into waging war upon Kurgan tribes. Should she lead khainaties into a battle, she would regain the trust of other Hag Queens. Yasmir has to be locked up. If she was to become a Hag Queen, she would replace Hellebron and our influence over the Temple shall be no more,”

All present sorceresses humbly bowed before wisdom of their mistress. With the final decision made, the Supreme Sorceresses rose up. Endless guards brought them strange obsidian bowls filled with black liquid.

All six Supreme Sorceresses drank their share of the cursed water and then screamed in agony as countless visions filled their heads. Endless silently left the room.

The women meanwhile saw a massive vortex, which was spitting out the raw force of Chaos. Their minds flew over plains of bones, forests of guts and seas of fire to the domain of the Changer of the Ways.

When effects of the drug vanished, six Druchii sat back on their thrones around the table. Looking straight into darkest parts of the Realm of Chaos was exhausting even for Supreme Sorceresses.

“Tzeentch and his current minions are really dangerous this time. Heshor, I want you to take care of that strange albino-sorcerer we saw. He must die. I sense he is an enemy of that cursed dwarf who humiliated you,”

Heshor bit her lips as an image of that stinking trollslayer appeared before her eyes. She understood. Both Morathi and Cytharai gave her one last chance to avenge herself.

“Then I shall turn them against each other and destroy the winner of their feud,” suggested Heshor and a cruel smile played across her lips.

“Careful, sister,” warned her Adigha. “The string of fate curls strangely around this dwarf and his weapon. I sense he is protected by unknown power,”

She was giving her advises?! What an insult! That Ulthuanic slut…

“Your sister is right, my dear child, for that wretched creature really is surrounded by a will of some strange entity,” continued the Hag Sorceress. “And despite being human, that sorcerer of Tzeentch seems to be quite powerful too,”

“I saw a solution in my nightmare,” whispered Arkaneth. “I saw one of those damned grey seers of rat-people being numerously defeated by that hideous dwarf. He would made a formidable tool,”

Heshor was confused. Why were they helping her? Was this some kind of trick? Then she realized. They were afraid that she would lose her position! The Supreme Sorceresses knew each other for such a long time, that every one of them knew now what to expect from the others.

If Heshor was replaced by some ambitious young whore from the Convent, then other Supreme Sorceresses would have to deal with completely unknown threat. But why was her wine poisoned then?

“Then I shall leave, sisters, for I need to call upon raw storm of Chaos itself to wage destruction upon all our foes!” cried Heshor in ecstasy, still little drugged.

“Wait, sweet girl. Every one of us shall sent one of our most promising novices to help you on your noble quest,” declared Morathi.

Heshor swallowed heavily. So they intend to spy on her? It did not make any sense. What horror were they planning?

“As you wish, dread lady,” she nodded and left the chamber.


the Symphony of Flame and Shadow ( yaoi , Slash : Kael / Illidan )

21 srpna, 2008
young Illidan, the Sorceror, the Betrayer, the Demon Hunter

young Illidan, the Sorceror, the Betrayer, the Demon Hunter

Illidan was screaming in desperation and fear. He had faced the worst demons and dragons in the last few months, but the idea of being kept underground for eternity was unbearable. Ages without moon-light, stars and Tyrande…oh Tyrande…even now she was silent, her cold silver eyes mercilessly watching his cage as she held the hand of this treacherous twin-brother. Illidan roared in fury as Maiev, Califax and all other Wardens transported him to the very entrance of the underworld…

Young Kale, the Sun Prince, the Wizard Adept, an Archmage of Dalaran

Young Kale, the Sun Prince, the Wizard Adept, an Archmage of Dalaran

Kael was trying to stop himself from crying as he stood beside tall window in the Violet Spire. Down below were dozens and dozens of his people ready to leave Eastern Kingdoms aboard human ships with Jaina Proudmoore…Jaina…not long ago even mere mention of her name would cause his heart to fall to pieces…Elves were extremely sensual and emotional beings, falling in love passionately and often…but all he could think about now were the few possible survivors in his kingdom…recently half-dead elven messenger arrived with apocalyptic news. The Quel´Thalas has fallen. The Sunwell was destroyed, his royal father killed, his people butchered as cattle…by the very man who stole Jaina from him…

Even after ten thousand years his brother treated his as a satyr…this time he had made even greater sacrifice…he consumed the Skull of Guldan…Illidan chose to bear a burden no one else would…and yet instead of martyr he was considered as a betrayer again…even eredar demon-lords admitted he saved Azeroth from them…and instead of gratitude he received hatred…Tyrande looked at him as if he was some kind of rotting worm…the disgust and hatred deformed her perfect features the moment she saw his new form…he was cursed, malformed, mutilated and crippled only to be wronged once more…but they will all pay for their hypocrisy and cruelty soon enough…

Illidan and Kael´thas

Illidan and Kael´thas

Submissive uke Kael

imprisoned Kael

Kael was waiting with his loyal brethren for certain death within the magical cells of Dalaran. They all betrayed him. Neither Modera nor Jaina tried save him or his people…Without shame they watched as that racist Garithos gathered his Highborn comrades as dogs and sentenced to death…they even posted Kassan and his enforcers to help with executions…Kael was really desperate when suddenly his ally of old emerged…Vashj told him of the demon he once encountered…Illidan…she told him about his arcane knowledge, vast power and Highborne origin…could he be their messiah?…maybe…he has already called upon the darkest sorceries of Burning Legion in order to save his people, he would call upon this kaldorei demon just the same…

Forbidden Lovers in Outland

Forbidden Lovers in Outland

His escape for Outland was in vain…he was finally captured by his eternal nemesis: the Warden Maiev. He was held in the very cage he knew from his first prison…Suddenly a number of fair crimson-dressed elves ambushed his captors with the assistance of naga…Lady Vashj shattered his cage and as he stood up to greet her, he noticed a very young male elf beside her…It was the very same golden-haired prince who helped his brother to catch him in Dalaran…He looked strong and vulnerable at the same time as his arcane heritage, youth and title marked him both as aprince as well as a slave. The prince tried to look stoic and confident, yet Illidan clearly saw in his eyes the loneliness and need which he first witnessed in his brothers eyes so long ago as they first approached their mentor, demigod Cenarius. This youth, prince Kael, tried to look as a leader to his desperate people, yet he was nothing but a child by elven standards, fragile boy seeking guidance from an experienced man…

Kael leaves his master Illidan

Kael leaves his master Illidan

Even after years in Outland Kael still had nightmares about Scourge and slaughtering of Sun-blessed as did most of his brethren. It was during these nightmares when his master would hold him in his huge arms, wrap him in his leathery wings and sate his hunger for magic by the most lascivious means. For the first time in their long lives would they forget about the kaldorei priestess and the human sorceress who broke their hearts so many times. In Outland they became gods and even greatest demons saw them as a threat. But their happiness would not last forever. Dark cold wraiths of Azeroth as well as burning eredars of Argus would destroy the harmony and bond between these outcasts and soon will they find their doom…yet it was Voren´thal the Seer as well as Prophet Velen who foretold, that the Son of Flames and Father of Shadows would meet again in the Twisting Nether and share both pain and pleasure for eons to come…