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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 land far to the north... a vast empire of endless moors
and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and
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 dread thus prophesized! In a I was bade
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the Ring of Stones... a torrent of
viscid assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my azure throne. Assassins stalk
the halls of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices surround me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my was slaked by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the gloom...
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I seek the counsel
of the sorcerer, keeper of the scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

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

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

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

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

[Lord Angsaar, Dark of Chaos:]
Come, king of Hyperboria, march against me with your splendid
and shimmering swords. I, the Bane of the Atlantean 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 havoc and
carnage until I your throne... and your soul!

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the splendour of azure banners, a vast
forth from the great walls of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the of the mighty legions, astride an ebon war-stallion, rode the
king, glinting up on his splendid armour... compelled by dreams, and
by the Crystal of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? Where did the king's path take
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to 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 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 the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and in his gauntleted fist a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power within the yard of black steel, dancing upon its
honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper arcane secrets to the in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this blade possess? What did
it
[ALTARUS:] centuries ago, before even were waged the Great Wars
between the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did
from his charnel-tomb and do battle a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
potency. Angsaar, his power swelled by forces from the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the brink of destruction... but, his
fading sorceries, the immortal mystically 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 Chamber of Slumber. The sword was lost for centuries, as were the
crystals, u the one gem to remain on this world was discovered deep
beneath the seas by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
spoke of how its final resting place would be made known by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl ade's would once again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. was the immortal's final, most powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous energies and
lifeforce encased within the blade be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who the Shadow-Sword would be imbued with the power of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he would do battle his
nemesis once more...
[XERXES:] Then there such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did 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, Scourge of Lemuria, I wield thy bane, the Shadow-Sword... (and
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, into the we ride!

The outcome, master... who left the field victorious? Did the
king
The mists begin to disperse... for now, the images fade. That
tale shall have to 'til another day...

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