Aenarion, a warrior almost never heard of before, arose to this challenge. He defended his people from Chaos, and is justly named 'The Defender.'
The war seemed to never end. Many Daemons were slain, but always new ones took their former place. Even a warrior such as Aenarion tires. Yet he fought on, unwilling to give up in his quest; unwilling to let his people down.
The mages opted to seal the entrance way from their land to the Chaos Wastes, though it would cost their very own, dear lives. But Aenarion believed that to be folly. He still fought on, hoping for another way to end this.
But then his family was killed by Chaos, murdered. A proud warrior had lost everything he had but his homeland. A proud warrior had a broken heart. He flew atop his dragon to Naggarythe, desiring to wield the one weapon which alone could win the war. He desired the Sword of Khaine.
Wielding it, he slew all in his way, tearing apart many Daemons limb from limb. Nothing could stand in his way. But he was taken by hatred almost completely. He would not listen to his fellow elves trying to help him and his race. He would not yield to anyone.
And then the Council of Mages finally decided to seal the rift to the Chaos Wastes, believing this to be their only chance of their race's survival. But it was not as easy as one would first think. A horde of Daemons from all the four unholy Chaos gods came with the solitary intention to stop them from their spell's completion. But then Aenarion did come, for his homeland, his friends, and his duty. He was not about to let that go, even if most was lost and there may be another way.
The battle was long and hard. The great warrior and his mighty dragon took on 4 Greater Daemons alone. And they won, in the end, though victory did have a price. Aenarion had many a broken bone, his body barely able to sustain life any longer. He and his dragon flew back to the Altar of Khaine, where he drove the fickle blade back in its stone sheath as hard as he could, hoping no one would ever use it again. Finally, he rested by his mighty dragon, which was already sleeping, knowing with a glad heart that his land had been saved...
For now.