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 Voyage of the
The war between the and the allied Vyrgothian Kingdoms had raged
for years. as minor disputes over border territories, the conflict
had swiftly escalated into a full-scale war, a vast series of epic
campaigns, fervently ted by the Emperor Koord and the Over-King of
Vyrgothia, eager to smite their traditional ancestral foes and to win
great glory and the of their people by seizing victory in battle.
months had seen the forces of the Imperium display a staggering degree
of tactical mastery and prowess, contemptuously crushing the Vyrgothian
in a series of great battles, 'til at last, following the slaughterous
Rout of the Fields of Kai-Vorg, The finest fighting force, the fame
d and far-feared Legion of the Ebon Tiger, unopposed not five day's
march mighty Gul-Kothoth, the greatest and most ancient fortress-city in
all the Vyrgothian kingdoms. The Legion of the Ebon Tiger could not
their numerous and r esounding victories, and their commander, the
legendary warlord Baalthus Vane, made it to the Emperor that he was
eager to press on into the enemy's lands and seize the prize which
awaited him; the and capture of ancient Gul-Kothoth! And yet the Emperor
did not order the Legion to march, for disturbing information had of
late been relayed to him by his spies in the Vyrgothian Royal Court...
rumours abounded that the Vyrgothian mages had at last the ancient
arcane r ites which would unlock the aeons-fettered of the dread
Obsidian Crown, a fearsome mystical countless thousands of years old,
a black-jewelled circlet 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 entwining the artefact be reawakened,
then incredible near limitless ruinous power would thus be bestowed any
army the Crown into battle... Had the mages of Vyrgoth ia truly
ascertained the time-lost conjurations required to empower the Crown,
hidden for centuries deep within the marble vaults of its ebon Eager
to know the truth, the Emperor dispatched his most powerful sorcerer
the great In Sea to the Court of the Over-King, under the pretence of
offering the terms for the Vyrgothian surrender. He was 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 fearsome message
given the sorcerer by Vyrgothia's Master Wizard, with which to to the
Emperor: "And lo, the Imperium marches against Gul-Kothoth, then dark
shall enshroud the Citadel of the Obsidian Crown..."

[The Wizards of
Darkly bejewelled of night,
Crown of the King,
Unfettered at the Trinity of Might,
The sceptre, the sword, and the ring.

[The
I stand upon the planks of this great ship, (the splendid flagship of
the navies)
at moon-gleam dancing on the vast, dark sea...
(And in my mind I behold) crystals gleaming... ensorcellment!
I am by this nighted spell...
For I know that the slumbering
Of the Shadow-King's shall soon be reawakened...
And as I return to my emperor (shackled to such grim tidings),
My is borne upon the leathern wings of a great sorrow...

2: The March of the Imperium]
[The
Call forth the Ogre-Mage of the Lake
And the of Kyrman'ku,
Let them the Words Which Unfetter...
Enshrined for countless centuries, within its citadel,
Five and ten against the Tiger, (curse) the black crown of the
Shadow-King!
By all the dark gods, I swear not be dethroned!
A seething of blackened blades,
A churning sea of war-chariots,
A storm of flaming shafts,
All havoc and more shall I unleash against my foe...
Into battle! The shall march... the fall of Gul-Kothoth is nigh!

The Legion of the Ebon Tiger... six thousand warriors of the
Imperium, the pride of the forces... Bolstered by heavy cavalry, and
a squadron of deadly scythed chariots... reinforced by the Imperial
Army of one hundred tho usand highly trained spearmen and archers...
and never has this force met its in battle or siege...

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

[To be continued in Chaper 3: The Wizards Do

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[Music: Jonny and Chris