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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 vast of dark endless moors
and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding and warrior-kings
who to grim gods.
Look well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed
of Hyperborea...

[The King's
By the sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with auguries
of dethronement... Impending dread thus prophesized! In a dream I was
ride the unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent of
viscid slime assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my azure throne. Assassins stalk
the nighted halls of my palace... poisoned and chalices surround me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an draught. My
swordarm shackled by tendrils of sloth... enthralled by the gloom...
Borne wings of labyrinthine dread... I awaken! I shall seek the counsel
of the sorcerer, keeper of the ancient 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 wield a dark power. Drink deep of the potions of the
apothecary, for upon thee now I bestow a of the mystic Crystal of
Mera... sacred of the At lantean mages, won in battle by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of shall unveil the truth lurking hidden in thy
most dreams...

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

King:]
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, up thy spears and
hone thy gleaming swords. Archers, string thy bows, knights, saddle the
steeds of war, The glory of battle is nigh at last, our shall fly this
day in victory!

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

[Lord Angsaar, Liege of Chaos:]
Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against me with your
legions and swords. I, the Bane of the Atlantean Kings, the Scourge
of Lemuria, of the Immortals of Ultima Thule, shall Crush you! I shall
visit a thousand plagues upo n your realm, and wreak untold havoc and
carnage I have 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 forefront of the 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 path take him?
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to lead his to the shadow-haunted
Mountains of the Dead, a grim and place steeped in dark and ancient
legendry. Alone he rode into the gaping maw of a cave hewn into the side
of the tallest co untless ages past by unknown hands. For three full
days and 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 gauntleted a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade which no blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
sorcerous power crackled within the of black steel, dancing upon its
searingly honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, hilt
did arcane 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 were waged the Great Wars
between the kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Lord Angsaar did rise
from his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful 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 mystically transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and the magic crystals across the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar with a hollow victory and forcing him to return more to
his dark Chamber of Slumber. The sword was lost for centuries, as the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to remain on this world was discovered
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 would 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 within the blade would be transferred to its wie lder...
aye, the one who discovered the Shadow-Sword would be imbued the power of
the immortal, and by the art of elder spellcraft, he would do battle his
ancient nemesis more...
[XERXES:] Then there looms a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his Horde of to engage the army of the king...

KING:]
Behold, a legion of undead fiends meets us upon the field of war.
me, Scourge of Lemuria, I 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 upon us all, The of battle is nigh at
last, the fray we ride!

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

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