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STORM OF CHAOS

DARK PACT

Morathi Allies with Slaanesh

Hag Sorceress Morathi, fueled by her lust for power, has journeyed into the Wastes to reaffirm her ancient pact with Slaanesh. Ant Reynolds tells the tale of how the Dark Elves and the forces of Chaos have allied. Once more, the world will tremble. loying, lavender smoke seeped from the mouths and nostrils of Daemon-shaped braziers. The hallucinogenic fumes moved like a living creature, and the thick tendrils of smoke caressed the limbs of the hundred sweating human bodies that crowded into the sacred cavern deep below the ground. Pounding drums echoed like the throbbing heartbeat of a giant beast, while the unnatural chanting of female voices rose to a fever pitch of intensity.

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Morathi stepped lightly through the press of convulsing bodies, sweat running in rivulets down her flawless alabaster skin. Despite being far to the north of the borders of Naggaroth, she walked through the sacred hall of the northern barbarians without fear, for she had won over these simple fools completely. The bulky human barbarians stepped clumsily out of the way as the Sorceress swaggered through their midst, a vision of absolute beauty and grace. Some of the Hung tribesmen dropped to their knees before her, their senses overcome with her unearthly perfection, while others stared at her longingly with glazed eyes and their bare chests flushed and heaving. The warriors quickly dropped their gaze when her eyes flashed toward them. These pathetic humans were her toys to do with as she pleased. Nearing her coterie of Dark Elf sorceresses, whose chanting was reaching an almost painful intensity, Morathi’s blood-red lips parted. Hunger flashed in her dark eyes as her gaze lingered over the intertwined, naked bodies sprawled around her. Her predatory gaze eventually settled on one of the crude humans, a powerful young warrior whose slab like muscles gleamed with oil. Curling, barbed tattoos were carved into his flesh, and he lowered his eyes as Morathi stepped lithely toward him. Placing her delicate hand upon his broad chest, she slowly dragged her gleaming black nails downward, scoring five bloody welts down to his abdomen. He groaned in pleasure and let himself fall to the ground with a gentle push from the sorceress. Licking her lips, Morathi slowly drew a long, thin knife from its sheath on her thigh. She spun the blade deftly into a downward-pointing, stabbing grip and knelt over the tribesman. His ruddy, tattooed flesh contrasted sharply with the pure white of her skin. His breath was coming in ragged gasps as she began to chant, her voice interweaving with those of her sister sorceresses. She swayed back and forth above the warrior and placed the palm of her free hand over the hilt of the knife. The Hag Sorceress formed the complicated phrases of her incantation with ease, each word perfectly enunciated. One particular word was repeated again and again among the twisted words of the Dark Tongue. Slaanesh… The chanting and rhythmic drumming rose in tempo, and ecstatic screams began to cut through the din. Lithe, unnatural shapes began forming

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from the contorting smoke, shadowing through the press of bodies. Insubstantial, unearthly faces appeared in the fragrant vapors, ice blue lips on pale feminine features curling back to show needle-like teeth. An alluring, musky smell wafted through the cavern, heightening the senses and sending the occupants into further rapturous contortions. Her chanting now a husky growl, Morathi brought the knife down sharply into the marauder’s neck and buried the weapon to the hilt. Her chest heaved as blood sprayed over her pale flesh, and she arched her back in pleasure. Throwing her head back, she screamed the last lines of her intricate summons, even as the dying warrior beneath her groaned in absolute ecstasy and his lifeblood flowed out into a spreading pool. Around her, the other sorceresses in turn slew their willing human victims. Placing her index fingers in the blood, Morathi drew a curving shape upon her chest, the infernal symbol sacred to the Lord of Pleasure, the Dark God to whom her ritual was dedicated. All the extremes of emotions felt within this cavern were offerings to that deity, the youngest of the great powers of Chaos. As her fingers finished tracing the last curve, she felt the air within the cavern stir. The intoxicating smell of musk strengthened, and a cool breeze washed over the sweating mass, sending the clouds of smoke into wildly contorting eddies. Shadowy forms in the corner of the eye solidified as the Daemonettes shifted from their spectral Realm of Chaos into reality. Morathi inclined her head respectfully to the Daemons, a gesture that was returned by the disturbingly attractive creatures. Spreading her blood-drenched arms, Morathi gestured towards the mass of barbarians, drenched in blood and sweat, who were gazing in abject devotion at the servants of their god. “A gift for your master,” Morathi said, her breathless voice betraying some of her excitement. She rose to her feet, while her hand still clasped the bloodied knife. Running her tongue across the delicate blade, Morathi spoke once more. “Let us spill the blood of the lamb together, a resealing of our long-held pact.”

DARK PACT lmost six thousand years ago, Morathi founded the insidious Cult of Pleasure in the lands of Nagarythe. It was a good time for the Elves. Under the leadership of the Phoenix King Bel Shanaar, the lands of Ulthuan flourished. The Elves ruled the seas and explored the great oceans of the world. Wealth flowed back to Ulthuan, and the cities were beautiful and adorned with great treasures from every corner of the globe. Some scholars believed that the Elves became complacent in their indolence and luxurious living, and this complacency allowed the Cult to spread through all facets of life, all across Ulthuan.

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At first, the Cult was tolerated as merely an indulgence. And why shouldn’t the Elves indulge themselves, many thought, after so many years of strife and pain. Nevertheless, as the years rolled by, the Phoenix King became worried about

the hold the Cult was gaining over his populace. It was widely known that the sacrifice of living beings had become a part of the Cult’s activities, and the dark name of Slaanesh was increasingly associated with the cult’s members. Having fought so hard for so many years against direct attacks, the Elves now welcomed the cancerous hand of Chaos into their midst. Thus, the catastrophic civil wars of the Sundering were fought. Brother turned on brother as the Cult became outlawed and its members persecuted. This conflict tore the nation apart irrevocably, and the Cult slipped further into depravity. An age of tragedy and conflict began, and Morathi, the High Priestess of the Cult, and her once fair son Malekith, now driven mad with jealousy and pain and reborn as the dread Witch King, were at its heart. Daemons were their consorts, and they and their kin were from then on known as Dark Elves.

After years of bitter war, the lands of Nagarythe were shattered, drowned beneath a titanic wave of water a thousand feet high. Tens of thousands were drowned by this magical storm summoned by the magic of the High Elves, and earthquakes and lightning tore the land to pieces. With daemonic sorcery, the Dark Elves saved their palaces and fortresses from destruction. While the lands crumbled around them, they created the titanic floating cities that became known as the Black Arcs, and the Dark Elves left Ulthuan, never to return in peace. They settled in the lands that came to be known as Naggaroth, and hatred and bitterness became deeply ingrained in the hearts of the Dark Elves. Over the next thousand years, another cult grew in power, driven by the anger of the Dark Elves. This cult was dedicated to the worship of Kaela Mensha Khaine, the bloody-handed god of war and death.

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To this day, this warrior cult has become the main religion of the Dark Elves, and many believed the Cult of Pleasure had disappeared completely. Morathi herself, always skilled and manipulative in her politics, attained a position of prominence within the Cult of Khaine, and she still retains the loyalty of the Witch Elves. Nevertheless, this loyalty is a front, for her first devotion is to Slaanesh, and she has secretly kept the Cult of Pleasure active. Thus, she has a confrontational relationship with Hellebron, the Hag Queen of the worship of Khaine, who suspects Morathi’s loyalties. However, given Morathi’s exalted status among her people, it would be a foolish move by Hellebron to oppose her publicly. With her son Malekith utterly fixated on reclaiming Ulthuan, Morathi was concerned with the amount of energy this ongoing war was draining from the Druchii nation. With her son concentrating on his war with the High

Elves and away from Naggaroth, Morathi decided the time was right to revive the Cult of Slaanesh to become a significant power once more. The Hag Queens believed that they had suppressed the Cult and all but stamped it out. However, this assumption was faulty, and the growth of the Cult had been dramatic. The power of the Convents of the Sorceresses has grown strong in recent years with their increasing involvement with the Cult of Slaanesh. Seeking to strengthen her Cult of Slaanesh, Morathi traveled far to the north. Borne upon the back of her Dark Pegasus Sulephet and accompanied by a coterie of Sorceresses also flying on swift, flying steeds, she soared through the darkness over the mountains and forest. The riders flew past the great spires of the northern watchtowers that marked the border of their realm and still flew on, pushing far into the enemy territory of the savage Chaos tribes known collectively as the Hung. Roaming warbands within this blighted land saw the black shapes passing in the skies far above them. Word of the passing shapes spread across the lands,

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and the tribesmen wondered what their appearance could mean. Eventually, Morathi and her coterie directed their steeds to land upon the tainted soil in the midst of a great gathering of warbands. An enormous fire burned at the heart of the gathering, around which sat the warlords and chieftains. The grim northern warriors clutched their cruel weapons tightly, as the female Elves leapt lightly from their saddles and walked gracefully through the campsite. None dared to halt the progress of these strange, lithe women, for all could feel the power they wielded as they made their way to the center of the gathering. The warlords rose from their council to confront the interlopers. The savage sorcerers of the tribes gasped as they saw the beauty of Morathi. The eye of the great god Slaanesh, who they knew as Shaarnor, was upon her, proclaimed the mystics. In their eyes, the favor of the Prince of Pleasure coiled around her like a serpent. Not so easily impressed, one of the drunken warlords scoffed at the exclamations of the sorcerers and stalked toward Morathi. He tried to lay his hands upon her, and she made no move to stop the hulking warrior. As his hands drew near, they turned

DARK PACT suddenly black, and he recoiled in horror. Within moments, the blackness had spread up his arms and covered his entire body. He began to scream and claw at his chest. The symbol of Slaanesh began to form on his chest, the skin bubbling and blistering as if he were burning from within. In a spectacular, orgiastic ritual, Morathi summoned sixty bands of six Daemonettes and bid them descend upon the tribe’s main Kurgan rivals. The Daemonettes ripped through the Kurgan warbands with ease, and the warlords swore their oaths of alliance with the Dark Elf Sorceress. So it came to pass that Morathi allied herself with the tribes that had been previously raiding the borders of Naggaroth. Word of her alliance spread throughout the Hung tribes, to whom she became known as the ConsortQueen of Shaarnor. Stories of the alluring Daemons of Slaanesh appearing at her call spread like wildfire among the tribes, and a great many warriors set out from all over the Wastes to be near one so blessed. They pledged their blades to her, and she was pleased. Morathi, of course, would not have any qualms about severing her ties with the Chaos hordes when they ceased to be useful to her, but for now, the alliance suited her own dark plans. With more Chaotic allies flocking to her each day, she began to turn her attention back to the south. With Morathi at its head, the Chaotic allies began the march toward the lands of the Dark Elves. No more would they have need to assault those lands, for behind Morathi they would march within its borders without bloodshed. When they arrived in Naggaroth, Morathi planned to form her great Cult army and turn south toward the steaming jungles of Lustria. In her greed for the ancient, magical marvels of the Old Ones, she seeks once more to push deep into that land like a plunging dagger. To her son Malekith, she justifies this desire by feeding his own greed – for such wonders and weapons that lie dormant within the crumbling temple-cities could surely be turned against the hated High Elves, she claims. The gods of Chaos smile down upon Morathi – for any attack against the fading Lizardmen must weaken their resistance to the forces of Chaos…

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Morathi is the mother of the Witch King and second only to him in power. She can be taken as one of your Lord choices. She must be used exactly as presented here and may not be given any additional equipment or magic items. Points: 470 Weapons: Morathi wields Heartrender. Armor: Morathi is protected by the Thousand and One Dark Blessings. Mount: Morathi rides her Dark Pegasus Sulephet.

SPECIAL RULES High Sorceress. Morathi is a Fourth Level Dark Elf Sorceress. She always uses Dark Magic, but you may choose which four spells she has at the start of the battle, rather than rolling for them. In addition, Morathi adds +2 to all of her casting rolls, rather than the normal +1. Beloved of Khaine. Morathi is the first of the Hag Queens, and all Witch Elves owe allegiance to her before any other. Any Witch Elves within 12" of Morathi may use her Leadership value, as if she were their army General. If Morathi is in your army, Witch Elves may not use the army General’s Leadership. Thousand and One Dark Blessings. Morathi has ancients pacts with many malevolent spirits and daemonic entities, whose unnatural energies protect her from harm. The Blessings give her a 4+ ward save and Magic Resistance (1). Enchanting Beauty. Morathi is possibly the most beautiful woman in the known world, and mere mortals are enraptured by her. Any enemy model in base contact with Morathi at the start of a round of combat must pass a Leadership test or have its Weapon Skill reduced to 1 for the duration of that round.

MAGIC ITEMS Heartrender Such is Morathi’s skill with the lance-like Heartrender that she can pluck a victim’s heart from his chest with a single well placed blow. On the turn Morathi charges, Heartrender adds +2 to her Strength. In addition, when she is charging, she gains the Killing Blow special rule.

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