It is quite possible that Harkon might have become a great power in the world but for his colossal pride and greed. Before long, the Vampire Coast had its own pirate fleet, crewed by the dead and the damned. If so their crews were doomed to join the ranks of Luthor's Undead. It seems likely that subsequent Norse expeditions may have turned up here, swept in this direction by prevailing winds and currents. High Elf naval captains also reported ghostly ships in the fog, and a siren-wail that lured sailors to their doom. This stretch of coast was later to become infamous as the " Vampire Coast" because any Elven ship which passed too close was destined to meet a dire fate. The winds and currents along that stretch of coast proved to be incredibly treacherous to unwary vessels and, over time, Luthor's army became swollen with the lifeless corpses of all manner of unfortunate mariners. Though stranded many thousands of miles from home, Luthor never looked back and took his newly indentured vassals on a march of conquest, carving out a realm for himself on the eastern coast of the southern continent of Lustria. The Norse ship must have then headed south towards Lustria, perhaps pursued by Imperial ships or perhaps just searching for new lands to plunder, and by the time the longship broke apart on the shores of Lustria, all its crew had undergone a marked change in both allegiance and vital signs - the Norse had either been enslaved or turned into Undead and now served a new master: the Vampire Luthor Harkon. Unfortunately for the raiders, this included the sarcophagus of Luthor Harkon. Luthor Harkon passed out of known history until 876 IC, when the annals of the Empire of Man record that a Norscan raiding party attacked an Imperial merchant ship and took everything of value from within its holds. Luthor Harkon leads his Zombie Pirates into the fray. Presumably, it was Abhorash or Walak who gave Lutr the Blood Kiss of vampirism, although he appears to have never had a relationship with the Order of the Blood Dragon or its ideals, and no memory was left of his heritage when he reappeared centuries later as a Vampire. Meanwhile, his relative Walak led the palace guard. He had a military career in that city, and eventually was appointed leader of Lahmia's harbour guard by Abhorash himself. Lutr was born as a member of the Harkoni, a tribe of hillmen that lived near Lahmia a millennium before the birth of Sigmar. Luthor Harkon, born Lutr of the Lahmian Harkoni tribe, was the self-styled Arch-Grand Commodore and Pirate King of the Vampire Coast, leader of the Zombie Pirates and one the Dark Lords of Nagash, feared as the Mortarch of the Abyss. Lothor Harkon, Pirate King of the Vampire Coast. The Names of the Eldest shall be mine, and all dead-things whisper my name, my love." Lizard-thing shall die, and green-flesh shall wither. Glimmer-greed grips the hearts of some, while others seek words, and others seek blood.
Now Lizard-things tremble, and stranger wreaks mischief across the land of the Eldest. In doing acceptance they make abasement, for debt is eternal, beyond mortal-man's ken.
These they accept, for bauble and toy is all. Mine emissaries make gifts to greedsome strangers, the skulls of the unliving carry soul-scum skimmings, brine-song echoing still. I shall steer them to riches beyond dreaming and do mischief to High-Lizard Lordling a-plenty. Multitudes and legions land on sacred shore and make for Lizard-home. Now strangers heed the song of the Brine-Maid, and glimmer they seek as all Men may. Its secret places, secrets abhorred.īut now High-Lizard cares. Lizard-stone tumble, and dead grey-meat my supper, the names of the Eldest spill from my lips, my love. Her song calls men from every land, and my servants walk the land of swamp, doing death for all time. With a touch, he rises once more, brine-blood vigour her delight. Slime-thing lovers call sailors to salty death in my name. Secrets and lies, from the birth of time, so all that is hidden be mine, my dear. Not for glimmer, nor spark, but for Lizard-wyrd parchment and age-crusted name. To the coast of far away I sailed, to delve in dusty place. Wyrm-midden and filth my crib, man-flesh and dead-thing my down. " From a dark place I came, and to darker places still I travel, dear heart.
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