Once upon a time in a world of fantasy there were young noble warriors of light. But along with greatness there will come chaos… the High Elf gate was all but fallen in the small village of Luftburg. The retched chaos warriors petrified the rest of the last regiment that was holding the gate, but inside the castle walls was one last unit of phoenix guard who proudly went and fought off the first rank of chaos warriors. These warriors were brave and attacked with swiftness and silence. Not even the direst wound would make them cry out. They were sworn protectors of the Phoenix king and fought with all their might. This fact terribly disturbed the chaos and they were afraid. However just this one unit could not withstand a whole chaos army.  For this they sent one Ellyrian reaver to go and consult the Phoenix king and request two regiments of Sword Masters of Hoeth. Which are very effective in close combat. This young Ellyrian reaver now just had to worry about getting there. He went over hills past chaos regiments and almost got spotted by a Dark Elf look out. As soon as he got there he gave the urgent news.  The Phoenix king immediately gave him the requested units. When the young warrior and his newly found comrades got back to Luftburg they went and destroyed the rest of the chaos warriors. They had just got news that the land of Kislev was being attacked by the chaos and they could not let part of the old world fall to the chaos. So they sent every soldier that they could spare and went to the land of Kislev. When they got there they could here the loud bangs of the empire's mortars. SUDDENLY everything stopped and then they heard screams of pain from imperial swords men and from the cannon crew. The brave young elves raced to the scene and saw the horrible whitch king Malekith. They asked all the imperial spearmen to help them slay the evil king. All agreed and they went about their business to try to slay the whitch king. As all of them rushed up the steps to meet him he ran into close combat with them. They did too many wounds to him and he cast himself into the realm of chaos to prevent his slain from returning to life. When the rest of the chaos saw that their leader was gone they fled like little girls. That was a great day of victory and the High Elves now honor those warriors.