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

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

With the blessings of the we began our journey
beyond the great veil of glaciers...
They of a prophecy foretold,
an and glorious legacy,
A quest for the realm of lost to man
before even the Star-Lords descended...
Now, only I survive, my spilling to the ice,
to crimson crystal upon the deeply frozen earth.
Elder sorcery crackles and all about me,
coursing the sky, the snow...
As grim approaches with the freezing
boreal and this ancient prophecy unfolds...

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

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

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

Towering, forms lumber forth from the freezing mist,
(Their eyes with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...)
Our steel is raised against weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the virgin snow is crimson
by in a searing storm of slaughter.
(Wounded, dying, my rent by weapons no human ever
forged or wielded, I am beckoned by a strange,
alluring force from beyond the of swirling mists...)

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

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

THE OF ICE AND SHADOW:
The grim sleep in these frost-bound tombs,
illumined by the caress of fire,
And the kiss of star-gleam 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 nine illumine the northern heavens,
a vast cosmic with the silvern moon at its centre...
Blazing light fills the chamber,
engulfing the hewn walls of ice,
These ancient in a time-veiled tongue,
(etched into the primeval ice countless ago,
now bathed in diaphonous incandescence by storm
of lucent 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 than
the frozen surface upon it dances...

???

THE HERALD OF
And so, enrob'd by tendrils of
and the of lunar mist,
The immortal liege whose empire is eternity,
Sits enthroned and brooding over his dark realm more.
The of my life's blood spills to the ice,
(as star-wrought is at last 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 are unlocked before me...
I am destined to forever...
to reign from the Ice-Veiled Throne of Thule!