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

[The King's
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with
of dethronement... Impending thus prophesized! In a dream I was bade
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the of Stones... There a torrent of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. Assassins
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my was slaked by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall seek the
of the sorcerer, of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

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

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

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

My warriors, a shall this 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, great king of Hyperboria, march me with your splendid
legions and shimmering swords. I, the Bane of the Kings, the Scourge
of Lemuria, Archfoe of the Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you! I
visit a thousand plagues upo n your realm, and untold havoc and bloody
until I have your throne... and your soul!

[ALTARUS:] And thus, by the splendour of azure banners, a vast army
marched forth the great walls of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the forefront of the mighty legions, an ebon war-stallion, rode the
king, sunlight up on his splendid armour... compelled by dreams, and
by the Crystal of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the king's take him?
[ALTARUS:] The was compelled to lead his forces to the shadow-haunted
Mountains of the Dead, a grim and brooding place steeped in dark and
legendry. Alone he rode into the gaping maw of a huge hewn into the side
of the tallest mountain co ages past by unknown hands. For three full
days and nights he did not emerge the cave... until, at last, he rode
from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his gauntleted fist a huge sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith ever forged.
sorcerous crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing upon its
searingly honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, hilt
did whisper arcane secrets to the king in a strange, tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this blade possess? secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before even were waged the Great
between the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did
from his and do battle with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the possession of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his swelled by forces from the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the brink of destruction... but, his
fading sorceries, the immortal transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and scattered the magic across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and him to return once more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The was lost for centuries, as were the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to on this world was discovered deep
beneath the seas by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its final resting place be made known by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl ade's power would again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the final, most powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous and undying
lifeforce encased within the would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the Shadow-Sword would be with the power of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he do battle with his
ancient once more...
Then there looms such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, 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
sorceries now empower me with thunderous might!) Hearken, the clarion is
the winds, now the call to arms is us all, The glory of battle is nigh at
last, into the we ride!

[XERXES:] The outcome, master... who left the victorious? Did the
prevail?
[ALTARUS:] The begin to disperse... for now, the images fade. That
tale have to wait 'til another day...

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