Hi everyone/anyone. sorry for the lack of updates, but i had a hack of a lot of stuff to do, and Exams coming up. as such this will be on Hiatus for about seven months. On the upside, here is another chapter witheveryone's favorite dark elf!

I do not own games workshop. citadel does

Kaelon grinned. The dragon princes rode through the pass below, unsuspecting of their onrushing doom. He paused for a second, and looked again; the elf carrying the egg was nowhere to be found. Where was she? he sighed briefly, the princes would be approaching the end of the pass soon. He needed to deal with these men now, or lose his chance.

Who knows? He thought as he signalled to the corsairs on the other side of the pass. Maybe one of these men will tell me.

At his signal, the corsairs withdrew short bows from their packs and loaded them.

An arm was raised; the short bows were aimed.

The arm went down, the short bows fired,

A swarm of black arrows shot down, felling half the knights as they rode, shredding man and horse alike. The survivors looked up, wheeling their horses round to face their enemies.

"Charge!" Kaelon cried, and the corsairs scrambled up, following their leader as they stormed down the sides of the pass.

Kaelon ran down the slope toward one of the princes, vaulting over a large rock with one hand while drawing a wicked, serrated broadsword with the other. He swung, cutting down the nearest prince's horse's front legs. The horse collapsed, and Kaelon neatly twisted, spinning round to thrust his blade into the riders chest. He pulled the blade upwards and out, gripping the hilt with both hands as the teeth of the sword splintered the man's ribs and destroyed his spine. The man's torso ripped open in a spray of ichor, dismembered. But Kaelon was no longer watching. He turned halfway, to block a fast downward strike from another rider as he galloped past. The rider wheeled, turning to face Kaelon once more before riding straight at him. Kaelon sidestepped, holding his sword downward, before slashing up as the rider passed with inhuman speed and strength, cleaving the horse in two and removing a leg from the prince. Dispatching the injured elf with a heavy swim to the neck, Kaelon paused to survey the battle.

The knights were fighting with desperate savagery, but they were outnumbered more than four to one,. All but five had died,and these five had dismounted and formed a circle, for all the small good it would do them. Kaelon sprinted toward the group,just as one of the warriors killed another corsair. The prince yelled toward the massed warriors.

"Very well then! Which of you fancy yourself brave enough to face a dragonlord?"

"Me" Kaelon snarled as he lept at the man, blade held behind him. He swung in a powerful arc that etched a huge hole in the warriors shield, forcing him to abandon it. Kaelon stumbled slightly as he lost resistance, and pulled his blade to get it out the shield, only to find it stuck fast. He swore, and jumped back just as a blade cut through the air where his head had been. Dropping his now useless sword, he tackled the elf round the waist, bringing them both to the ground.

The elf thrashed, punching Kaelon in the helm, denting the steel headguard. Kaelon held on grimly, while slowly pulling a dagger from the elf's sheath. He grunted as he was kneed in the groin. Having got the dagger, he stabbed, scrambling back as the warrior gasped, hands flying to his side. standing up, he looked around.

With the removal of their leader from the circle, the other knights had been butchered, their blood gushing from their wounds and soaking the earth.

Kaelon called out.

"Hey! Which of you bastards will give me a new sword. I've got some… persuading to do."

Kardraig stooped briefly, grabbing a sword from the hand of a dead prince and tossing it to Kaelon.

"Here. And don't call my men bastards. The truth is sometimes hard to stomach."

Kaelon smiled wryly, a contrast to his sharp, angled face littered with scars. "I'll keep that in mind. Remember though, I got picked as black guard for a reason. No one, not even you, has a chance against me." Then he turned back to the Dragonlord lying wounded on the earth. No trace of his smile remained.

"Where is it?"

"What?" the elf bit out. "This is a routine patrol, to flush out scum like you."

"Twenty dragon princes? I think not." Kaelon slashed at the man's leg, cutting into the bone.

To his credit, the elf stayed silent.

Kaelon slashed again, this time a long diagonal across the face. The elf could not suppress a cry this time.

Kaelon did not act, but inwardly he was brimming with glee. The elf would break soon.

but twenty minutes and countless slashes, thrusts,and beatings, The dragon lord still remained silent. blood seeped from every joint, and the man would not last much longer.

Kaelon tried one last tactic. "look," he began in a deceptively silken voice."We both know about the egg, and we both know about the Handmaiden carrying it. Tell you what, if you tell me where to find them, I promise not to destroy the egg or kill the maiden. how does that sound?"

At his words, the elf's eyes widened slightly. Aaah, Kaelon thought. That rattled him. But he must already know that I know about the egg. So... He must care for the girl. A lover, perhaps? Or uncle, Kaelon added, taking in the elf's age. He turned his thoughts back to the elf.

"I would like an answer, please." Kaelon asked with a biting edge to his voice.

"You'll get none from me, scum". The elf spat out, his face pale from blood loss and pain.

Oh well. Kaelon thought as he decapitated the pitiful elf, sending the head flying with one powerful stroke.

"There must have been another way through the hills. men, mount up! We return to the village." he cried, barely stopping to wipe the blood off his borrowed sword. They had an egg to grab, and by khaine, they would not fail.

The force rode back to the village, leaving the steep sides of the pass behind them littered with blue clad corpses, speeding away as the ravens descended.

"Sir, someone on the path up ahead!" a scout called. Kaelon's head up from his inspection of the trail. He dug his spurs into the sides of his horse, a majestic, pitch black destrier with white socks, and rode forward to talk to the forward scout.

"What did you see, man?"

"An elf, milord, not a mile from where we now are."

"Show me." kaelon demanded.

The Corsair led him to a slight bend in the path where the underbrush was trampled to the right of Kaelon. He peered into the trodden path through the wood, but could see no one.

"Where is you rider now?" Kaelon snapped, taking his frustration out on the advance scout. "No horse could get through that area so quickly without breaking a leg."

The scout grew agitated at the lack of the rider. "I saw someone milord, I swear it!"

"Very well. Take two men with you and follow the trail. Meet us back at the ship when you find them. If you don't, do not bother returning."

The corsair blanched, knowing he had been given what amounted to a death sentence. Calling two others from the main group, he slowly walked into the wood.

Kaelon did not spare him a second glance.

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