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[ALTARUS:] Gaze deep 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 hides the fog-swathed
of Hyperborea...

[The Dream:]
By the onyx 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 me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient throne. Assassins stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices me.
I for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an envenomed draught. My
swordarm shackled by of sloth... enthralled by the chasmed gloom...
upon wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall seek the counsel
of the sorcerer, of the ancient scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

Words of the Sorcerer:]
My liege, great and king... the mists disclose their secrets... you
are destined to a great dark power. Drink deep of the potions of the
apothecary, for upon thee now I bestow a of the mystic Crystal of
Mera... artefact of the At lantean mages, won in battle by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of Mera shall unveil the truth lurking in thy
most dreams...

Voice of the Harbinger:]
The land awash with 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 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 arms is us all, Grim warriors, take up thy spears and
thy gleaming swords. Archers, string 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 this day be wrought by our blades, decreed by
the gods, Blessed by the blood of foes. Our destiny beckons...

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

And thus, flanked by the splendour of azure banners, a vast army
marched from 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 path take
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to lead his to the shadow-haunted
Mountains of the Dead, a grim and brooding 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 ages past by unknown hands. For three full
and nights he did not emerge from the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth from the eldritch once more, a terrible knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his fist a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no human blacksmith forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing its
honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper arcane to the king in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this blade possess? secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many centuries ago, even were waged the Great Wars
between the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did
from his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful warrior-shaman
over the of the elder Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his swelled by forces from the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the of destruction... but, with his
sorceries, the immortal mystically transferred his li fe-essence into
his great sword, and scattered the magic crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and forcing him to return once 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 power would once again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, most
spell... the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous energies and undying
lifeforce encased the blade would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the Shadow-Sword would be imbued with the of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he would do with his
ancient once more...
[XERXES:] there 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...

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 arms is upon us all, The glory of is nigh at
last, into the we ride!

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

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