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[ALTARUS:] deep into the mists with your spirit-eyes, Xerxes... look far,
and tell me you see.
I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors
and snow-crowned mountains... a of brooding citadels and warrior-kings
who to grim 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
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a of
viscid slime assailed me, as and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. Assassins
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and surround me.
I for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... by the chasmed gloom...
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I seek the counsel
of the sorcerer, of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

[The of the Sorcerer:]
My liege, great and regal king... the mists disclose secrets... you
are destined to wield a dark 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 unveil the truth lurking hidden in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

[The Voice of the
The land awash with spilled blood, and viscera torn forth the
sundered dead... Gorge the earth 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 threat is ranged against me. Hearken, the clarion is the winds,
now the call to arms is upon us all, Grim warriors, take up thy and
hone thy swords. Archers, string thy bows, brave knights, saddle the
steeds of war, The glory of 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, Blessed by the of vanquished foes. Our destiny beckons...

[Lord Angsaar, Dark of Chaos:]
Come, great king of Hyperboria, 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 your realm, and wreak untold havoc and
carnage until I have 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, sunlight glinting up on his splendid armour... by dreams, and
guided by the of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the king's path take
[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 cave hewn into the side
of the tallest mountain co untless ages past by hands. For three full
days and he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a terrible knowledge in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his gauntleted fist a huge sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled the yard of black steel, dancing upon its
honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper arcane secrets to the king in a strange, tongue.
But master, what powers did this blade possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, before were waged the Great Wars
the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his power swelled by forces from the vast
Darkness, did his foe to the brink of destruction... but, with his
sorceries, the immortal mystically transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and scattered the magic crystals the galaxy,
Angsaar with a hollow victory and forcing him to return once more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The sword was for centuries, as were the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to remain on this world was deep
beneath the northern by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its final place would be made known by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl ade's power would once ne
needed to the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, most powerful
spell... the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous energies 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 with his
ancient nemesis more...
[XERXES:] Then there looms 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...

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

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

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