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

THE FINAL OF VORYN HELMSMITER'S
JOURNEY TO THE ICE
Blood drips from my sword,
forming a crimson upon the ice...
My limbs cold, becoming as one the massing snows...
my eyes nearly closed.
For how long had we
The memory grows dim, in the cruel, searing storm-winds.
And now, at last... our is at an end.

With the blessings of the elders we our journey
the great veil of shadowed glaciers...
They of a prophecy foretold,
an ancient and legacy,
A quest for the realm of legendry to man
since even the Star-Lords descended...
Now, only I survive, my blood to the ice,
turning to crimson upon the deeply frozen earth.
Elder sorcery crackles and hums all me,
through the sky, the snow...
As grim approaches with the freezing
boreal gales and ancient prophecy unfolds...

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

agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the won,
From the icy throne of shall rule,
nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule.

Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our flying,
Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze astral fire,
White wolves (like silent spirits) us,
northwards, the ice-gem leads us, glimmering,
Powerful entwine the shrine of legendry,
mighty of frozen 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 from the freezing mist,
(Their shimmering with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...)
Our steel is raised their weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the virgin snow is rendered
by bloodshed in a searing of slaughter.
(Wounded, dying, my flesh by weapons no human ever
forged or wielded, I am forward by a strange,
alluring force beyond the veil of swirling mists...)

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

What shimmering swords raised in once sang
with the glorious of steel on steel?
What splendid banners, in the icy gales,
once heralded the march of invincible silverclad legions
to the blood-swathed embrace of epic
The glory of untold of years past...
this legacy of mighty Ultima Thule.
The frozen eyes of immortal kings me...
such a splendour!

THE GUARDIAN OF ICE AND
The Ice-Gods sleep in these frost-bound tombs,
by the caress of lunar fire,
And the of star-gleam from the stygian void...
All is now as was in prophecy,
in the very ether of empyreal eternity...
The celestial is night...
the is at hand!

And nine stars illumine the heavens,
a vast cosmic sigil the silvern moon at its centre...
argent light fills the chamber,
engulfing the hewn walls of ice,
These ancient in a time-veiled tongue,
(etched the primeval ice countless aeons ago,
now in diaphonous incandescence by this storm
of lucent stellar power, their mindsearing
at last becomes to me...) their cosmic secrets unfold...
The ice-throne is by a
shimmering wall of writhing flame,
A lambent flame far colder
the surface upon which it dances...

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THE HERALD OF
And so, by tendrils of starfire
and the of lunar mist,
The immortal liege whose empire is eternity,
Sits enthroned and brooding over his dark once more.
The last of my life's spills to the ice,
(as star-wrought destiny is at fulfilled.)
Swathed in flame...
The wolves of the frost-moon
(slowly, silently) me,
eyes are blazing azure,
and their fur is whiter than the snows.
power! I am the Chosen...
the secrets of the earth and the stars are before me...
I am destined to forever...
to from the Ice-Veiled Throne of Ultima Thule!