Luyện nghe bài hát And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown

[Chapter 1: The of the Sorcerer]
The war between the Imperium and the Vyrgothian Kingdoms had raged
for years. Beginning as minor disputes border territories, the conflict
had swiftly escalated into a full-scale bloody war, a vast of epic
campaigns, fervently ted by the Emperor Koord and the Over-King of
Vyrgothia, both eager to smite their traditional foes and to win
great glory and the of their people by seizing victory in battle.
Recent months had seen the forces of the Imperium display a staggering
of tactical mastery and battle prowess, crushing the Vyrgothian
armies in a series of battles, 'til at last, following the slaughterous
Rout of the Fields of Kai-Vorg, The Empire's finest fighting force, the
d and far-feared Legion of the Ebon Tiger, stood unopposed not five
from mighty Gul-Kothoth, the greatest and most ancient fortress-city in
all the Vyrgothian kingdoms. The Legion of the Tiger could not easily
count their and r esounding victories, and their commander, the
legendary Baalthus Vane, made it clear to the Emperor that he was
eager to press on deep into the enemy's lands and seize the prize
awaited the siege and capture of ancient Gul-Kothoth! And yet the Emperor
Koord did not order the Legion to march, for disturbing had of
late been relayed to him by his spies in the Vyrgothian Royal Court...
rumours that the Vyrgothian mages had at last discovered the ancient
arcane r ites which would the aeons-fettered power of the dread
Obsidian Crown, a fearsome artefact countless thousands of years old,
a black-jewelled believed once to have been borne upon the immortal
brow of the Shadow-King him self! And it was written in legend,
that should the ancient spells of might the artefact be reawakened,
then incredible near limitless ruinous power would be bestowed upon any
army carrying the Crown battle... Had the mages of Vyrgoth ia truly
ascertained the conjurations required to empower the Obsidian Crown,
hidden for centuries deep within the marble vaults of its ebon citadel?
to know the truth, the Emperor dispatched his most sorcerer across
the In land Sea to the Court of the Over-King, under the pretence of
offering the for the Vyrgothian surrender. He was bade use all his
sorcerous skills to discover the truth... a truth made clear by the
disdainful refusal of the Imperium's terms, an d the grimly message
given the by Vyrgothia's Master Wizard, with which to return to the
Emperor: "And lo, when the Imperium marches against Gul-Kothoth, then
sorceries enshroud the Citadel of the Obsidian Crown..."

Wizards of Vyrgothia:]
Darkly circlet of night,
Crown of the King,
at last the Trinity of Might,
The sceptre, the sword, and the ring.

[The
I upon the oaken planks of this great ship, (the splendid flagship of
the navies)
Gazing at dancing on the vast, dark sea...
(And in my mind I behold) crystals gleaming... ensorcellment!
I am enthralled by nighted spell...
For I know that the slumbering
Of the crown shall soon be reawakened...
And as I return to my emperor (shackled to such woefully tidings),
My spirit is borne the leathern wings of a great sorrow...

[Chapter 2: The March of the
[The
Call forth the Ogre-Mage of the Lake
And the of Kyrman'ku,
Let them speak the Which Unfetter...
Enshrined for countless centuries, within its citadel,
Five score and ten against the Tiger, (curse) the black of the
Shadow-King!
By all the dark gods, I I'll not be dethroned!
A seething forest of blades,
A sea of ebon war-chariots,
A searing storm of shafts,
All this havoc and shall I unleash against my foe...
battle! The Legion shall march... the fall of Gul-Kothoth is nigh!

The Legion of the Tiger... six thousand elite warriors of the
Imperium, the pride of the forces... Bolstered by heavy cavalry, and
a squadron of deadly scythed chariots... reinforced by the Imperial
Frontier Army of one tho usand highly trained spearmen and archers...
and has this force met its match in battle or siege...

Vane:]
Our banner ever glorious, undefeated we stand, steeped in victory.
The Iron Phalanx, six thousand strong, our ever-honed blades, the
claws.
Pride of the Empire, of the Vraii,
at Turonium, and Kai-Vorg.
Smiters of the Host, Routers of the Horde, Bane of the Over-King, we
to war!
And so, the Emperor himself rides to with Baalthus Vane,
accompanied by his aide. The Legion of the Ebon Tiger reaches
Gul-Kothoth at on the fifth day of their march from the fields of
Kai-Vorg, halting upon the great plan which stretches before the city,
the huge dust cloud sent up by their massed obscuring the dying embers
of the setting sun. As the vast begins to make camp, arraying their
splendid tents and banners, and their gargantuan siege-wag ons,
the stands gazing at the huge brooding walls and colossal cyclopean
gates of the city-fortress him, vowing that a torrent of red slaughter
shall befall Gul-Kothoth, regardless of any sorcerous trinkets the
may possess, and the Over-King shall pay dearly for his sublime
arrogance. And twelve leagues distant, an of five score and ten, bearing
the Obsidian Crown, the city...

[To be continued in 3: The Wizards Do Battle]

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[Music: Jonny and Maudling]