Valten - Exalted of Sigmar (2003 Edition)

Outside the great city state camped the army of Talabecland. As Karl Franz and Valten rode through the mustered host, a great clamor rose up, as soldiers jumped to their feet, cheering their leaders' arrival. Soon thousands were pressing in toward the pair, jostling each other for a sight of the two greatest men of the Empire. As the Reiksguard moved forward to clear a path, the army of the Empire suddenly parted in front of the two generals. Ahead of them they were met by one of the strangest sights ever to have been witnessed. Two small forces waited uncomfortably for the new arrivals. On the one side stood a contingent of Dwarfs, nervously handling their hammers and axes. The cause for their concern was the five hundred High Elves in their glittering armour, at their front the high mage Teclis. With him stood a tall elven steed, its flanks white and glistening, its armour gleaming. Teclis strode forward and waved for Valten to dismount. He presented the young warrior with the steed, telling him that its name was Althandin, sired by Malhandir, steed of Prince Tyrion. Though not purebred like his father, Althandin was finer than any horse of the Old World, and Valten accepted the gift with a nod and a smile. Not to be outdone, a venerable Dwarf stomped forwards from his folk, two of his followers bearing a large suit of armor between them. Its silver and golden plates shimmered with rune magic. The Dwarf introduced himself as Barak Grimjaw, temporary ambassador for High King Thorgrim Grudgebearer. It was his honor, he said, to present Valten with a suit of the finest gromril armor. Forged two and a half thousand years ago for Sigmar, the armor had never been claimed. The High King thought it fitting that Valten have it now, and with it came the promise of future friendship and wishes of best luck.