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

[The Dream:]
By the sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries
of dethronement... Impending thus prophesized! In a dream I was bade
the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my azure throne. Assassins stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon wings of dread... I awaken! I shall seek 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 mists their secrets... you
are destined to wield a great power. Drink deep of the potions of the
apothecary, for thee now I bestow a shard of the mystic Crystal of
Mera... sacred artefact of the At lantean mages, won in by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall the truth lurking hidden in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

[The of the Harbinger:]
The land awash with spilled blood, and viscera 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 is known... a dire and
ancient threat is ranged against me. Hearken, the is upon the winds,
now the call to arms is upon us all, warriors, take up thy spears and
thy gleaming swords. Archers, string thy bows, brave knights, saddle the
steeds of war, The of battle is nigh at last, our banner shall fly this
day in victory!

My warriors, a legacy shall this day be by our blades, decreed by
the gods, Blessed by the blood of 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, Crush you! I shall
visit a thousand plagues upo n your realm, and wreak untold and bloody
carnage until I your throne... and your soul!

[ALTARUS:] And thus, by the splendour of azure banners, a vast army
marched forth from the great of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the forefront of the mighty legions, astride an ebon war-stallion, the
king, glinting up on his splendid armour... compelled by dreams, and
guided by the of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the king's take him?
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to lead his forces to the
Mountains of the Dead, a grim and place steeped in dark and ancient
legendry. he rode into the gaping maw of a huge cave hewn into the side
of the tallest mountain co untless ages past by hands. For three full
and nights he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his gauntleted fist a huge sword, a
ebon blade which no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing upon its
honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper secrets to the king in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this blade possess? What did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before even were waged the Great
between the kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
the possession of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his power swelled by from the vast Outer
Darkness, did his foe to the brink of destruction... but, with his
fading sorceries, the immortal transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and scattered the magic crystals the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar a hollow victory and forcing 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 would be known by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl ade's power once again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. was the immortal's final, most powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the energies and undying
lifeforce 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 with his
ancient once more...
[XERXES:] Then looms such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send
his Horde of Wraiths to engage the of the king...

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

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

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