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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 of dark endless moors
and snow-crowned mountains... a land of brooding citadels and
who hail to gods.
[ALTARUS:] well, Xerxes, for enlightenment hides within the fog-swathed
of Hyperborea...

[The King's
By the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, the air is churning with
of dethronement... Impending dread prophesized! In a dream I was bade
ride the unicorn to the Ring of Stones... There a torrent 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 of my palace... poisoned blades and chalices surround me.
I for a balm, but my thirst 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 shall the counsel
of the sorcerer, keeper of the scrolls of wisdom, and the Crystals of
Power...

[The of the Sorcerer:]
My liege, great and regal king... the mists their secrets... you
are to wield a great dark power. Drink deep of the potions of the
apothecary, for upon 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 shall unveil the truth lurking in thy
fever-haunted dreams...

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

[The
The Crystal illumines dark secrets, the truth is known... a and
ancient threat is against me. Hearken, the clarion is upon the winds,
now the to arms is upon us all, Grim warriors, take 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 banner shall fly
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...

Angsaar, Dark Liege of Chaos:]
Come, great king of Hyperboria, march against me your splendid
legions and shimmering swords. I, the of the Atlantean Kings, the Scourge
of Lemuria, Archfoe of the of Ultima Thule, shall 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!

[ALTARUS:] And thus, flanked by the splendour of banners, a vast army
marched 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, sunlight glinting up on his splendid armour... by dreams, and
by the Crystal of Mera...
[XERXES:] Where? did the king's path take him?
[ALTARUS:] The king was compelled to lead his forces to the
of the Dead, a grim and brooding place steeped in dark and ancient
legendry. Alone he rode into the gaping maw of a huge hewn into the side
of the tallest co untless ages past by unknown hands. For three full
days and nights he did not from the cave... until, at last, he rode
forth from the eldritch mountain once more, a knowledge shadowed in
his icy eyes, and bearing in his fist a huge black sword, a
magnificent ebon blade no human blacksmith ever forged. Fearsome
power crackled within the yard of black steel, dancing upon its
searingly honed, glyph-scored blade... and its bejewelled, dragon-carved
did arcane secrets to the king in a strange, elder tongue.
[XERXES:] But master, what powers did this blade What secrets 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 and do battle with a powerful immortal warrior-shaman
over the possession of the elder Crystals of Mera, gems of unparalleled
magical potency. Angsaar, his power swelled by forces from the vast
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 crystals the galaxy,
leaving Angsaar a hollow victory and forcing him to return once more to
his dark of Slumber. The sword was lost for centuries, as were the
crystals, u ntil the one gem to remain on world was discovered deep
the northern seas by an ancient Atlantean wizard. And the sword...
legends spoke of how its final resting place would be made by the
sorceries of the last crystal when the bl ade's power would once again ne
needed to battle the Chaos-liege. This was the immortal's final, powerful
spell... upon the reawakening of Angsaar, the sorcerous and undying
lifeforce encased within the 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 do battle with his
ancient nemesis more...
[XERXES:] Then looms such a cataclysmic battle!
[ALTARUS:] And so, from his Black Citadel, the Chaos-liege did send
his Horde of to engage the army of the king...

[THE
Behold, a legion of undead fiends meets us the field of war. Face
me, Scourge of Lemuria, I thy bane, the Shadow-Sword... (and darksome
sorceries now empower me with thunderous might!) Hearken, the is upon
the winds, now the call to arms is 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
[ALTARUS:] The mists to disperse... for now, the images fade. That
tale shall have to wait another day...

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