Time of Legends 04 - Malekith by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Walking to the nearest window, Malekith looked out and then stepped back with

a gasp. The stairwell had brought them up to a floor above where they had entered

the building, for down below he could see a few of his warriors standing guard at the

doorway where they had come in. The city stretched out in every direction as far as

he could see, going on and on until it was lost in a grey haze.

Disorientated, Malekith closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Having recovered

himself a little, he leaned out of the glassless window, avoiding looking towards the

horizon, and hailed the Naggarothi some sixty feet below. They looked up with

startled shouts, and their voices came back impossibly distant.

Disturbed, Malekith ordered the Naggarothi to leave, though it took another hour

for them to climb down the winding stairway and trace their way back out of the

labyrinthine catacomb. There was much distressed murmuring by the Naggarothi,

and Malekith’s usual confidence had been eroded by the unnatural surroundings.

Looking up into the sky, he could see no sign of the sun and so only his internal

awareness gave him any sense of the passage of time.

He reckoned it to be mid-afternoon, and knew that in these northern climes the

sun would set early at this time of the year, barely passing above the horizon for a

few hours. Malekith declared that they would leave the city before night fell and seek

out its secrets with renewed vigour the following day.

However, with no sun to guide them, none of the Naggarothi knew from which

direction they had entered the city. They retraced their steps as best they could from

the footprints in the snow, but these soon petered out and could be found no more,

though no snow had fallen since their arrival as far as they were aware. Now even

more unnerved, Malekith called for the company to gather, and found that five of

their number were missing. None could recall where they had last been seen, and the

prince feared that they were lost in the city somewhere, perhaps forever.

Sensing the unease in his warriors becoming panic, Malekith bid them to stay

where they were, somewhere amidst the criss-crossing arteries of the city’s maze-like

roads. Clearly the proximity of the Realm of Chaos was addling their senses, and

Malekith could not trust his own eyes. Instead he turned to a deeper sense, of the

magic that flowed across the world from the Gate of Chaos.

Closing his eyes and blanking out all other sensation, the prince entered a

meditative trance he had learnt from Morathi in his youth. Normally he needed no

such concentration to harness the winds of magic, but now he desired finesse and

focus and so looked to the lessons of his childhood to give him a centre upon which

to concentrate.

Imagining himself as a small speck, a grain of dust upon the ground, Malekith

allowed his othersense to reach outwards just a small distance. Magic swirled in all

directions, without form or rhythm. Edging out his sphere of awareness, he allowed

his mind’s eye to encompass a greater part of the city. Here he could detect a more

regular stream of power; an underlying flow that poured from one direction.

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