262PC High Elf Skaven war

“Lightning flashed and thunder boomed above Boiling Peak. Giant plumes of ash and fire were clearly visible as far as Sein Craban and the Dwarf hold of Karak-a-Varr. The very air held the actinic stink of dark magic. There was a moment calm, as of the eye of a storm and then an unholy shriek, as if something indescribably foul and unnatural had been vomited forth into world.”

Ever since the founding of the colony of Sein Craban by Mellvellon Typhus had been furious. The Elves simply could not be allowed to threaten the stability of his realm and start interfering with his plans. The southern peninsula was his and the elves would have to be removed.

The skaven had already tunnelled under the sea of Maemir Bay and founded a settlement in Mellthu. The elves had responded by building a fortress, so Typhus circumvented this by landing an even larger force loyal to his banner on the coast of Curufin in early 262PC. This the Dragonlords could not tolerate and they sent a powerful warhost against Typhus.

The first elven warhost was crushed by the skaven hordes, but the news of the defeat galvanised the elves into action. An even more powerful army was dispatched to Sein Craban and later in the year the skaven army was annihilated in the second battle of Curufinn. Typhus' beachhead on the coast wasn't removed however, and the war between the elves and the ratmen would continue.

“Typhus slammed his fist down into the farsqueaker, but succeeded only on hurting his own paw. At first things had gone well. His plan was perfect, a work of his exquisite genius and its execution had been flawless. Aware of the mighty dragons controlled by the Lords of Mellvellon he had summoned forth a Vermin Lord, supreme agent of the Horned Rat himself! Naysayers had cautioned against such a drastic act. Once summoned a Vermin Lord could not easily be dismissed, but Typhus would have none of it. The initial landings had gone well although even then Typhus had begun to feel the gnawing pangs of doubt.

Naspepsorael'Enaspahue'e'Ahael seemed truculent, unresponsive to his master's commands. Then the Elves had launched a counter attack that almost swept the Enclave's forces back into the sea. The wretched daemon had sabotaged his plans! He had simply winked out of existence with a mocking laugh when the battle was at its peak! Using all his might and the efforts of all his accolites Typhus summoned Naspepsorael'Enaspahue'e'Ahael back to Boiling Peak and trapped him within a thrice sanctified circle of binding. There he would remain, humiliated and racked with agony, until he had learned his place. No-one made a fool of Typhus, not even greater daemons from the lowest depths of hell! Radiating indignation Typhus headed towards the docks. If he could not rely on subordinates to carry out his will he would do this himself!”