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[ALTARUS:] Gaze deep into the mists with your spirit-eyes, Xerxes... far,
and me what you see.
[XERXES:] I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of endless moors
and mountains... a land of brooding citadels and warrior-kings
who to grim gods.
[ALTARUS:] well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed
of Hyperborea...

[The Dream:]
By the onyx of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries
of dethronement... dread thus prophesized! In a dream I was bade
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... a torrent of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my azure throne. Assassins stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and surround me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an draught. My
swordarm by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall the counsel
of the sorcerer, keeper of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the of
Power...

[The Words of the
My liege, great and regal king... the disclose their secrets... you
are destined to a great dark power. Drink deep of the potions of the
apothecary, for thee now I bestow a shard of the mystic Crystal of
Mera... sacred of the At lantean mages, won in battle by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the truth hidden in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

[The Voice of the
The land awash spilled blood, and viscera torn forth from the
sundered dead... Gorge the with flesh darkened with the claw and fang of
war... rent open the ravenous of worms...

[The
The Crystal illumines dark secrets, the truth is known... a and
ancient is ranged against me. Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds,
now the call to is upon us all, Grim warriors, take up thy spears and
hone thy gleaming swords. Archers, thy bows, brave knights, saddle the
steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh at last, our banner fly this
day in victory!

My warriors, a legacy shall day be wrought by our blades, decreed by
the gods, by the blood of vanquished foes. Our destiny beckons...

[Lord Angsaar, Dark of Chaos:]
Come, king of Hyperboria, march against me with your splendid
legions and shimmering swords. I, the of the Atlantean Kings, the Scourge
of Lemuria, Archfoe of the Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you! I
visit a thousand plagues upo n realm, and wreak untold havoc and bloody
carnage I have your throne... and your soul!

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the splendour of banners, a vast army
marched forth from the walls of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the forefront of the mighty legions, astride an war-stallion, rode the
king, sunlight glinting up on his armour... compelled by dreams, and
guided by the of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the path take him?
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to lead his to the shadow-haunted
of the Dead, a grim and brooding place steeped in dark and ancient
legendry. Alone he rode into the maw of a huge cave hewn into the side
of the tallest mountain co untless past by unknown hands. For three full
days and nights he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he
forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible knowledge in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his gauntleted fist a black sword, a
magnificent blade which no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing upon its
searingly honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved
did whisper arcane secrets to the king in a strange, tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this blade What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] centuries ago, before even were waged the Great Wars
between the kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the possession of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of
magical potency. Angsaar, his power by forces from the vast Outer
Darkness, did his foe to the brink of destruction... but, with his
sorceries, the immortal mystically transferred his li fe-essence into
his black sword, and scattered the magic crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow and forcing him to return once more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The sword was for centuries, as were the
crystals, u the one gem to remain on this world was discovered deep
beneath the northern by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its final resting would be made known by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl ade's power would once ne
to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, most powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous and undying
encased within the blade would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the Shadow-Sword be imbued with the power of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he would do battle his
ancient once more...
[XERXES:] Then looms such a cataclysmic battle!
And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his Horde of to engage the army of the king...

[THE
Behold, a legion of undead fiends meets us upon the field of war.
me, of Lemuria, I wield thy bane, the Shadow-Sword... (and darksome
now empower me with thunderous might!) Hearken, the clarion is upon
the winds, now the to arms is upon us all, The glory of battle is nigh at
last, into the we ride!

[XERXES:] The outcome, master... who left the field Did the
king
[ALTARUS:] The mists to disperse... for now, the images fade. That
tale shall have to wait 'til day...

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