Situated in the southwestern reaches of Ulthuan, Caledor is a sparsely-populated land dominated by a range of tall and majestic mountain spires. Hidden among these towering peaks are secret valleys filled with lush greenery, and a vast and labyrinthine network of caverns wind beneath the stony earth throughout the province. The mountains of Caledor are an impressive sight, but the kingdom today is a pale reflection of its former glory.
Long ago, the tall spires of Caledor were ablaze. Fiery volcanoes dominated the skyline, spewing great plumes of ash-grey smoke high into the air. The skies of ancient Caledor were filled with mighty dragons, and it is these magnificent and terrifying beasts that made Caledor the powerful kingdom that it once was.
When the High Elves of old marched to war, the Dragon Princes of Caledor were among their deadliest instruments. The proud warrior-nobles swooped into the fray astride the backs of their great dragons, laying waste to all in their path. Though few in number, the Dragon Princes wrought terrible destruction on the enemies of Ulthuan.
The origins of the Dragon Princes and their unique bond with the great winged beasts of their homeland lie even further in the past. It was the legendary High Elf Mage Caledor Dragontamer who, using his arcane craft to enchant harnesses forged in the heart of nearby Vaul's Anvil, brought the majestic beasts to heel. Indeed, the province derives its name from this figure of legend.
The Dark Elves have many reasons to despise Caledor. They have suffered the fiery wrath of the dragons in battle, and known defeat at the hands of more than one of the province's heirs. The Witch King greatly desires to see Caledor crushed and its defenders slain to the last. To carry out this task, he has appointed the merciless Beastlord Rakarth, greatest among the Beastmasters of the Druchii.
With an army of fearsome manticores, hydras and black dragons at his command, Rakarth launches a ferocious assault on Caledor, his mind bent on bloody vengeance and conquest.
Though their glory is now long past and their dragons lay in slumber beneath the long-dormant mountains, the warriors of Caledor are still a force to be reckoned with. Under the command of Prince Imrik, leader of the Dragon Princes, the High Elves have marshaled their strength at the fortress of Tor Sethai. The Dark Elves have set their sights on the ancient citadel, and a great battle looms for control of this vital stronghold.
Elsewhere, battles rage around the Shrines of the Phoenix Kings, great monuments erected long ago to honor those rulers of antiquity who hailed from Caledor. The spiteful Witch King has ordered these statues wrecked to the ground, for these Phoenix Kings of old slew many Dark Elves in ancient wars that neither side has forgotten. For the High Elves, it a point of great honor to protect the shrines and the legacy that they represent.
The din of battle now echoes from every high mountain peak and in every shadow-filled crag in Caledor. The war has come perilously close to the High Elves' capital city of Lothern, and the fighting has intensified on both sides.
Like wolves on the hunt, the Dark Elves have smelt blood and are closing in for the kill. In Caledor, however, the invaders will find that the resolve of the Dragon Princes and the Shining Guard are nearly as implacable as the very mountains they call home.