Saedir Part 1

'Saerdir stood motionless in the darkness, his back straight and his eyes scanning the distance. This was the day he had longed for for so long, His first kill, At least his first kill that fought back, his father had bought a young high elven girl and commanded his son to cut her throat when the boy was a young, she had been very pretty and had his father not been there Saedir might have enjoyed her for a while before killing her, but at the time he had simply killed her in the slowest way possible. But cutting the throat of a crying girl on the floor of his family home was one thing, killing a armed man in battle another. This was the most important day in his life, nothing was more sacred to a dark elf then his first true kill.

He turned his gaze to Daedhel, his unit commander, why was he keeping them out of the battle, just standing here? There was no glory in watching others fighting. A few moment he toyed with the idea to simply thrust his sword into the elf's back and take the warriors to battle himself, but he suppressed the notion. Daedhel was a veteran of countless campaigns and Saedir had yet to kill for the first time. And even if he managed to catch the veteran by surprise there were no guarantee that the others would follow him. No better to wait, the option of putting his dagger in the veterans back wouldn't go away.

Then suddenly Daedhal turned his head and looked at them, as if he knew what they thought.

“I am better than this” he began “I am a true druchii while you are but children who have never taken a life before, I resent being forced to babysit you” The blood started to boil in Saedir's veins, this insult he would not forgett, he and likely every elf in the unit promised to end the life of the veteran one day.

“Soon we'll be in battle and I just want you to know this, if you whelps decide being true druchii is to much for you and run, that'll reflect badly upon me, cause me dishonor” he glared at everyone of them “and I am not about to die for my dishonor which leaves me with one choice... vengeance on those who caused me dishonor, but slaying you whelps will give me little honor back so what i'll do is that I'll find your families and kill them too, everyone who has the least bit of your blood in their veins will die... do you understand what I'm saying to you?” he asked calmly.

They all nodded.

“Is that all the fire you can muster up?” he spat “Is this the future of the druchii race, I spit on it! Let me see some fire! Khaine!” he roared lifting his sword.

“Khaine!” the dark elf warriors answered as one

“Khaine!” the lordling shouted again.

“Khaine!” the warriors echoed.

A group of maybe fifty humans were fleeing the village before them, the menfolk clasping improvised weapons in their hands,a few had cutler but nothing more.

“For Khaine” the lordling cried and charged, the warriors following behind him as one once more echoing the cry of “for Khaine”

They fell upon the humans like a dark storm, they were outnumbered two to one but, these were mere humans versus dark elf warriors. Human thrusted a pitchfork against Saedir who simply swept it aside with his shield and thust his spear into the mans eyesocket, ripped it free then span around slashing his spear's edge across another mans throat. These humans was nothing. He would show Daedhel that he was worth more alone then all these humans.

As he killed another human by stabbing him a few swift times with the sharp edge of his shield he remembered the first time he had held a blade, he had been four years old, which was even younger for an elf then for these short lived humans, he had sparred against his father who had swiftly disarmed him, he had said he yielded and his father had beat him to a bloody mess on the floor. His father had then explained that a druchii never yielded, but attempted to kill his foe until he himself was dead. From that day until he was old enough to begin sparring against the others of his age he had gone through that ritual, when he had began training with others it a had been even more brutal, weakness could not be tolerated in the dark elf society least it spread and they become as foppish and corrupt as their kinsmen on Ulthuan. Once a boy that was training together with Saerdir had yielded to his foe who had spared him, the trainer had killed the boy who yielded and beat the boy who had let him even worse then Saerdir's father had beat him when they were young.

Saedir returned to the present only to find that all the humans were dead or surrendering.

Fools he thought, better die swiftly in battle then to be a slave, but then again who could expect mere humans to have honor like a druchii. He searched the battleground for Daedhel and found him facing the village, Saedir followed his gaze and saw that the dark elf battle banner stood planted in the middle of the settlement, the battle was over. Their victory had never been in question ofcourse and Saedir cursed under his breath, he had not managed to kill more then maybe four humans. Why had the lordling held them back for so long?

“You were a child mere minutes ago” Daedhel responded and Saedir realized he had spoken out loud. “Now you are a true druchii be grateful that I allowed you any kills at all, also be grateful that I don't strike you down for questioning my actions.”

“I am sorry lordling” Saedir responded, he had to, he knew full well he was no match for the lordling in a fair fight. Truth told however he was not the least bit sorry, and one day he'd pay the lordling back for these insults”

“No you're not, but a word of advice, if you ever challenge me again, make sure you're ready first” Daedhel laughed, then left for the village. Leaving Saedir and the remaining warriors to tie up their captives.'


 My intention with the story of Saedir is to give an inside perspective of the dark elf society. To show that the dont view themselves as evil, they're a society drivne by war and murder though, and the belive mercy to be a weakness. but they also view themselves as the only true elves and their twisted version of honor and glory is very important to them. Atleast thats my take on them.