H,
I have done my utmost to locate contemporary histories of the 2201 Marienburg war, but it seems that they simply do not exist. Many of the city's records from that period were destroyed by the sinking of the Canal District archive some years ago. The best I could find was this work of rather dubious scholarship, published only six years ago. I suggest that you contact the archivists in Talabheim, since they have access to many works that are not to be found elsewhere - and in recent years, they have been much less careful who they allow to read them.
In the meantime though, I hope this will be of some use. I have annotated the text wherever I have detected a serious factual error, or have some other pertinent information.
Your friend,
S.
The ending of the Marienburg War of 2201, and what came after
transcribed from the original Low Elvish by Jacobus van der Tricht
with the assistance and support of certain underscriveners
published by the Steger Press of Marienburg, 2517
-Look to the Lord Sigmar in all things, for from Him all things issue-
The final attack of the greenskin horde came at the former Fort Solace, now renamed 'Barak Gazan,' the Gateway to the Wasted Lands, by its dwarfish garrison [This translation of the dwarfish is rather loose. - S]. Once before, the bestial fiends had assailed that place: then, they came in overwhelming numbers against an unprepared and undermanned fortress. If their commanders had understood the scale of the opposition, would they have turned back? It scarcely seems likely. Who can know the minds of monsters? [pointless observations of this sort are relatively common in Tricht's writing, unfortunately.]
The dwarfs had worked with a fervour that assuredly came from the Lord Sigmar himself [it would be interesting to see the reaction of any dwarf that Tricht expressed this theory to!], rebuilding and amplifying the fortifications. These walls they filled with machineries of death, and with line upon line of the stoutest of their soldiers. When the greenskins brought their ships close to the monstrous cliffs the fortress stood upon, they found themselves under fire too heavy to be bourn. Thus they drove their ships onto the beaches, many dashing their craft to splinters in their eagerness. Those that made it to the land rushed to the fortress, but found the way scattered with spike-filled trenches and other such encumbrances. Still the greenskins came on, and still the dwarfs shot death upon them. For two days and nights the battle continued, but at the last the dwarfs were victorious. Those of the green horde that were not slain were scattered and driven away. Some escaped to their ships and thence to the sea; others into the swamps and the wastelands, there to plague travellers thereafter.
[I suspect the number of greenskins remaining in the area after this defeat may have been much larger than Tricht suggests. Certainly, Fort Solace was not to remain in dwarf hands forever. The date of its loss is not known, but the fortress had been ruined for decades by the time of its reconstruction some seventy years ago. There are no records of the identity of Solace's destroyers - or at least no records in human hands - but the possibility that the greenskins were ultimately successful is a compelling one.]
In the Manannspoort Sea, the League of Free Traders clashed once again with the full force of the Marienburg Alliance. The Alliance, once the greatest naval power in the Old World, was much reduced in stature. Their elvish allies gone and their greatest sea captains dead or otherwise incapacitated, they could not prevail against the ugly vastness of the League fleet. For though the iron ships of the dwarfs wallowed in the water and coughed their cannon-balls with but a little strength, and though the thin ships of the Nordlanders and the Kislevites were crewed by villains and fools, the noble galleons of Marienburg were smashed or driven back [Tricht goes too far here in exposing his prejudices for any decent historian]. Skulking behind the sea gates of Marienburg, they left the guns of Rjiker’s Isle to guard the city. Yet others of the Alliance fleet went north instead, disengaging from the battle to flee for warmer lands.
The League had proven victorious at sea: though they could not hold the Manannspoort without a safe harbour, they had broken Marienburg’s grip on the Sea of Claws. The Dwarf Admiral Nagnoli set sail for Barak Varr, leaving a small portion of his fleet to return to Hargendorf - where they would remain until a harbour had been constructed closer to Barak Gazan [despite considerable effort and expenditure, the dwarfs were not able to create a viable harbour on the stormy coastline near the fortress, and thus were obliged to continue to make use of the meagre facilities at Hargendorf]. Elsewhere also they had been successful. Nordland now extended all the way to the gates of Marienburg, and the Middenheim Road was theirs until somewhat beyond Bokel. Still, much of this land was empty, and most of the settlements were devastated: Aarnau had been utterly destroyed, and Hollum, Salfen and Dienste were all but ruined.
[Aarnau was not refounded until sometime after the ascension of Magnus the Pious. Hollum was resettled by 2254, and Salfen by 2205. Dienste was never to be inhabited again.]
For the dwarfs of Barak Varr, there was no more purpose to the League of Free Traders. Before leaving, Nagnoli sent a message to the Meisterrat. The dwarf alliance with the humans was dissolved, and the former Fort Solace would remain dwarf territory in perpetuity. Furthermore, the message included a bill for dwarfish aid during the war - a vast sum that was to be paid over the next five years.
Even as they debated the dwarf issue, the Meisterrat’s days were numbered. The Otillian Emperor, Marius V, had Nordland firmly in his pocket. His marriage to the last surviving member of the Nordland Electoral family gave legitimacy to his rule, but in purely practical terms his armies were everywhere. Otillian troops outnumbered Nordlander, and before long Otillian officers replaced the civilian rulers in every town and city. Nordland was to become a part of the Otillian Empire in every sense except the geographical. The Meisterrat was disbanded, and the League of Free Traders was no more.
[This rather melodramatic statement glosses over the continuing ties that held the former League members together. The dwarf's bill was negotiated downward when it became clear that they would still need to make use of Nordland's harbours. This lead to increased dwarf settlement in Nordland. Over time, Nordland grew in wealth and influence until it was able to re-negotiate its position in the Otillian Empire - just as Ostermark had done before it. By 2300, Nordland's ruling family had married into the Imperial line of Marienburg. Though the last Emperor of Marienburg died in the great incursion of the ruinous powers, leading to the formalisation of Marienburg's ruling council through the wisdom of Magnus the Pious, Nordland claims rulership of Marienburg to this day. Their possession of the Westerland Runefang, obtained in an unknown but probably criminal manner, provides a shadow of legitimacy to their claim.]
Among those of Marienburg's elite who fled the city during the battle of the Manannspoort Sea was the Emperor Philip III himself. Weak and always distrusted, the Emperor ultimately proved a coward as well [I suspect that you would agree with this dismal assessment of the Emperor's character, though he is elsewhere referred to as a brave and resourceful leader]. As he set sail from Rijker's Isle, he cast the Westerland Runefang into the Reik, spitefully declaring that Marienburg would have no Emperor if it would not have him. But Philip was soon to face Sigmar's justice for his blasphemous act: three days into the voyage, a yard-arm snapped loose and struck the Emperor on the head. He died immediately, and his body was cast into the sea. As for the Runefang, it was lost for many years. Eventually, a great whale beached itself upon the salt flats north of the Greenwater Gate and died there: when its body was cut open, the sword was miraculously found within.
[Tricht has lapsed into simple folk-tale in the last section. While it is true that Philip III left the city after the sea battle in the Manannspoort, he arrived safely in Averland where he remained until his death from old age in 2242. Neither did he cast the Runefang away: on the contrary, he is recorded as using it in several battles against greenskin invaders in the Blackfire Pass.]
While the remaining members of the Marienburg Assembly - now reduced to a handful of squabbling merchants and generals - sat uselessly in their stronghold on Rijker's Isle, the rest of the city was racked by bitter street-fighting. The eastern side was ablaze almost everywhere - only in the sealed streets of the deserted Elf Ward was there any peace. The citizens of Marienburg themselves teamed up to drive out the invaders - fighting as guilds, or neighbours, or even tavern-mates. Alongside them were the remainder of the Alliance's soldiers and mercenaries, and supporting them from the Reik was the depleted but still-potent fleet.
[Tricht‘s text ends at this point, the remainder being written by his students. Tricht was an infamous alchoholic, and seldom finished anything he started]
Yet the enemy - the forces of the Middenland Emperor - were too numerous. The soldiers of Middenland were backed by huge numbers of Hochlanders and Ostlanders, and even by the savage elves of the forests. The North and East Wards remained in Middenland's grip, unassailable while the Altdorf Gate was theirs also. Soon, even the Palace Ward was lost to the invaders. On entering the Imperial Palace, stepping over the bodies of its determined defenders, the commander of the Middenland army recited the words of the old poem:
'the houses of the gods stand empty,
the wolves feast on the bodies of the mighty'
[I suspect this verse has been placed in the mouth of the unnamed commander by a writer with a keen sense of the dramatic. The actual utterance is likely to have been much less decorous.]
As they retreated from the Palace Ward, the Alliance forces destroyed the Hightower Bridge, and with it the only means of crossing to the western side of the city. With the Rijkspoort and the Reik itself firmly in Marienburg's hands, and two thirds of the eastern walls theirs likewise, Middenland and Marienburg had reached an impasse.
Events in Titus-Artur’s own court soon changed the balance of power. A small force of Sigmarite troops crossed the Reik by night and set fire to the docks in Carroburg. The fire quickly took hold, and began to spread through the over-crowded poor quarters of the city. As the city descended into panic, Lucius Wolfram saw an opportunity. Leading his knights into the Summer Palace, he clashed with the Emperor’s Norse Guards in a protracted struggle that lasted for many hours. In the end, the Norse Guards had been slain to a man, and Titus-Artur himself had vanished. But Wolfram had also been killed.
News of the Emperor’s probable death spread rapidly, shaking the very foundations of the Empire. At once, the members of Middenland’s electoral assembly began to consolidate their personal power, drawing their retinues away from Marienburg in the hopes of making a bid for the throne.
For Hochland and Ostland, the power vacuum gave them the opportunity to break free of the Empire of Middenland. Individually weak, they banded together along with several towns that had previously been part of Middenland and Nordland to form what became known as the Northern League. They even arranged a deal with the savage elves, committing to the expansion and defence of elven territory within the great forests in return for the backing of the elf forces still fighting in Marienburg.
And it was Marienburg that was the key to the Northern League’s existence. Their forces held the Northern and Eastern Wards, the Guildorveld half of the Palace Ward, and crucially, the Altdorf Gate. Middenland retained the Paleisbuurt, and the Altdorf Road. War seemed inevitable, especially after the Northern League made overtures to the leaders of the various factions that had once been the Marienburg Alliance.
In Middenland, the previous Emperor’s wife, Grand Duchess Duccia, had somehow assembled a large army of supporters and had claimed the Imperial Throne. Her ‘election’ was ratified by the electoral assembly within months. Empress Duccia proved a highly-skilled diplomat, and her first act was to make peace with the Northern League. Surrendering all claims to Marienburg and recognising the League’s independence was not popular with the nobles of Middenland, but the economic rewards were immense and enduring.
[Duccia is generally suspected by modern historians of killing her husband. However, assassination was a common means of gaining power in the Empire of Middenland, and her achievements as Empress more than outweigh her crimes.]
For the Sigmarite Empire, the oncoming winter promised only hunger and death. The lands they had gained around Marienburg were of little value, being poor to begin with and now much battered by the war. Worse still, Westen Kasteel had suffered some terrible but unknowable catastrophe that had somehow destroyed its entire garrison with neither sound nor resistance.
[This reference to a seemingly supernatural event at Westen Kasteel is not supported by any other documents I have been able to find. The castle itself stood until its destruction by a freak earthquake in 2438. I have been told that the Sigmarite Church has papers that discus the mysterious ‘attack‘ on the fortress, but that they are under inquisitorial seal and cannot be consulted. I live in hope that the seal will be lifted some time in the future. Still, I suspect you may already know more than I about this matter.]
Yet Emperor Hermann still lived, and roused his armies for a last great assault on Marienburg. It took weeks of bloody and wasteful fighting, but at last the Sigmarites carried almost the entire western wall of the city, and surged into the South Wall Ward. To the north, they also secured Fort Reaver, one of the two citadels guarding the mouth of the Manannspoort.
In the slums of Kruiersmuur, the Sigmarites found large stocks of grain. At first, this seemed like a great blessing. Yet within days many of those who had eaten the grain fell ill with a virulent and unknown illness. The bridges to the ward were broken, but still the plague spread throughout the western side of the city, and throughout the Sigmarite army.
[The origins of this disease are hotly debated, but many draw analogy to the rat-men‘s plague of 1111.]
Though their army was forced to retreat in disarray and they had not captured the city, the Sigmarite Empire had not failed completely. Their control of half of Westerland and reduction of Marienburg’s walls, together with their possession of Fort Reaver, gave them considerable leverage with Marienburg’s new government. Trade was restored, and while the winter of 2201 saw vast numbers of deaths from disease and hunger, in later years the Empire grew strong again.
Hermann proved a strong Emperor, though not as fervent in his devotion to Sigmar as his father had been. Under Hermann, the Empire gradually became more secular. He appointed Arch-Lector Reyneke of Altdorf as the new Grand Theogonist, while Arch-Lector Echard of Nuln appointed himself to the same position. The two Grand Theogonists lost no time in excommunicating each other, and Altdorf and Nuln settled into a protracted and violent feud.
In Marienburg, a collection of the most powerful merchants, soldiers, guild-leaders and other leading citizens banded together with the leaders of the Northern League to form a new Marienburg Assembly. This council, assembled with the aim of reuniting the ravaged city and restoring trade links, came to a variety of arrangements with the various powers that now surrounded the city: the Sigmarite Empire, the Empire of Middenland, the Otillian Empire, the Barak Varr Dwarfs, and the Bretonnian Duchy of L’Anguille. In less than four years, even the Western Elves had returned to their old homes. Marienburg’s days as the Leech of the Old World were over. Its time as the gateway to The Empire had begun.
H,
That marks the end of this particular text. If you still require further information, please do not hesitate to contact me. I recommend visiting the Averheim Library for more on Philip III, and the Breytenbach Memorial in Bechafen for more about the war itself. In the meantime, rest easy.
Your friend,
S.



wenty-two centuries have passed since the Divine Sigmar drove the enemies of mankind from what was to become His
Glorious Empire. His dream of a united land, where the people of the twelve tribes live together in peace, is no more
than a distant memory. For The Empire is divided against itself and ruined by uncounted years of civil war. Three
Emperors rule at once, though none can command more than a fraction of the whole, and everywhere there is chaos and
death...