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Spears agleam in the sun,
The blood is spilled, the won,
From the icy throne of shall rule,
When nine stars the moon o'er Ultima Thule.
(OLD NORTHLANDER WAR-SONG,FOUND IN THE ANCIENT OF VOLMYR)

THE FINAL PART OF VORYN
TO THE ICE REALM:
Blood drips my frost-encased sword,
forming a crimson upon the ice...
My limbs cold, becoming as one the massing snows...
my eyes frozen closed.
For how long had we
The grows dim, lost in the cruel, searing storm-winds.
And now, at last... our is at an end.

the blessings of the elders we began our journey
beyond the great veil of glaciers...
They spoke of a foretold,
an and glorious legacy,
A for the realm of legendry lost to man
since before even the descended...
Now, only I survive, my blood to the ice,
to crimson crystal upon the deeply frozen earth.
Elder sorcery crackles and hums all me,
coursing the sky, the snow...
As grim destiny approaches with the
gales and this ancient prophecy unfolds...

PREDICATION OF THE
Go, follow the in the northern night sky,
beyond the great mountains...
Let the moon-crystal be your guide,
beware the sentinels at the of Eternal Mist...

Spears in the dying sun,
The is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy of God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the o'er Ultima Thule.

Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our flying,
Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze with fire,
wolves (like silent spirits) haunt us,
ever northwards, the ice-gem us, glimmering,
spells entwine the shrine of legendry,
mighty gates of splendour looming,
When the moon and shine as one upon the snows,
the ancient ice-gate opens, the is fulfilled!

Towering, ice-encrusted forms lumber forth the freezing mist,
(Their shimmering with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...)
Our steel is raised their weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the snow is rendered crimson
by bloodshed in a searing of slaughter.
(Wounded, dying, my rent by weapons no human ever
forged or wielded, I am beckoned by a strange,
force from beyond the veil of swirling mists...)

Shadows, form in the glittering
rune-carved walls of this chamber,
Secrets frozen within the timeless of eternity...
The of the time-lost ice realm,
in the mantle of such searing star-born power...
This frozen, seat of immortal majesty...
(of an empire forged long before the vast seas rose in fury!)

What shimmering swords raised in combat once
with the glorious clamour of steel on
splendid banners, billowing in the icy gales,
once heralded the march of these silverclad legions
to the blood-swathed of epic battle?
The glory of thousands of years past...
this ethereal legacy of Ultima Thule.
The frozen of immortal kings watch me...
such a splendour!

THE GUARDIAN OF ICE AND
The grim Ice-Gods in these frost-bound tombs,
illumined by the caress of fire,
And the kiss of from the stygian void...
All is now as was in prophecy,
written in the very of empyreal eternity...
The alignment is night...
the is at hand!

And stars illumine the northern heavens,
a vast cosmic with the silvern moon at its centre...
Blazing light fills the chamber,
the hewn walls of elder ice,
These ancient carvings in a tongue,
(etched into the ice countless aeons ago,
now bathed in diaphonous by this storm
of stellar power, their mindsearing meaning
at last becomes to me...) their cosmic secrets unfold...
The is encased by a
wall of writhing cerulean flame,
A lambent flame far colder
the frozen surface which it dances...

???

THE HERALD OF
And so, enrob'd by tendrils of
and the raiments of mist,
The immortal liege whose sceptred is eternity,
Sits enthroned and brooding over his realm once more.
The last of my life's spills to the ice,
(as star-wrought destiny is at fulfilled.)
in freezing flame...
The mystic of the frost-moon
(slowly, silently) me,
eyes are blazing azure,
and fur is whiter than the sublime snows.
power! I am the Chosen...
the of the earth and the stars are unlocked before me...
I am to reign forever...
to reign from the Ice-Veiled Throne of Thule!