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." - Luthor Harkon. 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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