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[ALTARUS:] Gaze deep into the mists your spirit-eyes, Xerxes... look far,
and tell me you see.
[XERXES:] I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless
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
ride the argent-eyed unicorn to the of Stones... There a torrent of
viscid assailed me, as pipes and horns sang the clarion of my
dissolution... And the usurpation of my ancient azure throne. Assassins
the nighted halls of my palace... blades and chalices surround me.
I thirsted for a balm, but my thirst was slaked by an 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 Words of the
My liege, great and regal king... the disclose their secrets... you
are destined to wield a great dark power. Drink of the potions of the
apothecary, for upon thee now I a shard of the mystic Crystal of
Mera... sacred artefact of the At mages, won in battle by our legions.
My liege, the Crystal of shall unveil 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 earth with flesh darkened with the claw and of
war... rent open the maws of worms...

[The
The illumines 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 upon us all, warriors, take up thy spears and
hone thy gleaming swords. Archers, 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 legacy shall day be wrought 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 your splendid
legions and shimmering swords. I, the Bane of the Atlantean Kings, the
of Lemuria, Archfoe of the Immortals of Thule, shall Crush you! I shall
visit a thousand upo n your realm, and wreak untold havoc and bloody
carnage until I have throne... and your soul!

And thus, flanked by the splendour of azure banners, a vast army
marched forth the great walls of the Imperial City of Hyperborea, and at
the forefront of the mighty legions, 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 him?
The king 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 huge cave hewn the side
of the tallest mountain co untless 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 mountain more, a terrible 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 crackled within the yard of black steel, upon its
searingly honed, blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved hilt
did whisper arcane to the king in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what did this blade possess? What secrets did
it
[ALTARUS:] Many ago, before even were waged the Great Wars
between the ancient kingdoms of Atlantis and Hyperborea, Angsaar did rise
his charnel-tomb and do battle with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the possession of the Crystals of Mera, mystic gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his power swelled by from the vast Outer
Darkness, did smite his foe to the of destruction... but, with his
fading sorceries, the immortal transferred his li fe-essence into
his great black sword, and scattered the crystals across the galaxy,
Angsaar with 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 northern seas by an Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its final resting place be made known by the
sorceries of the last crystal only when the bl ade's power once again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous energies and
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 battle his
nemesis once more...
[XERXES:] Then looms such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send forth
his of Wraiths 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
now empower me with thunderous might!) Hearken, the clarion is upon
the winds, now the to arms 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
king
The mists begin to disperse... for now, the images fade. That
tale shall have to 'til another day...

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Jonny Maudling]