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The Dark Liege Of Is Unleashed
At The Ensorcelled Shrine Of
(The Splendour Of A Swords Gleaming
Beneath The Of The Hyperborean Empire Part II)

You learn to control your spirit-form, Xerxes...
for by mastering the art of the mists
you may travel to many places, and many times.
Countless secrets will be for you,
and great shall be yours.

Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which me
all others, one era which occupies my thoughts unceasingly...
What of the clash between the Royal Army of
and the of the Chaos-Liege?

Ah, yes... the mists, Xerxes...
gaze into limitless depths... compel them to show you
that martial vista you so fervently seek.

Yes... I see the forces, the battle is imminent!
How splendid the Imperial Army as it fronts the foe...
the fray they ride!

CHAPTER 1: THE BLOODYING OF THE
(THE OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE
ENGAGE THE HORDE OF WRAITHS)

THE
Cavalry... advance! Ride Them Down! In to the fray!
Demonstrate unforgettably the art of warcraft!
Spearmen, into Omega Phalanx.
Archers, notch arrows, to loose.
Warriors, stand ready... the clarion!

Hearken, sons of the Empire...
we stand upon the Field of Blood...
Though day we may die,
Our legend live forever.

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THE
of Chaos, rend their flesh,
crush bones, devour their souls!

2: HAVOC AT THE SHRINE OF A'ZURA-KAI

THE
Onwards our spear-heads gleaming,
them with cold steel a'cleaving,
Fall only our hearts cease beating,
Men of Hyperborea.

???

THE
By the darkling of the Shadow-Sword,
I call forth the fury of the storm to rend the massed of Chaos!

And at the of his baleful Words of Power,
the sky split wide in fury, and searing tendrils of
lanced inexorably forth from the heavens to rake
and reave the hordes of Chaos...

The fearful he had learned from the Mountain...
did their casting win the battle for the King's

The fiends were a staggering blow by the sorcerous incantations,
the power of the spells inexplicably by the enchantments
of the Crystal. The were routed soundly by the elder magics,
fleeing anathemas and maledictions the King,
and the winged horrors seared and burning from the enraged sky.
But the twisted machinations of insidious had prepared
for the King one final in this dread confrontation...
aye, the

3: THE AWAKENING OF CHAOS

LORD
Fly, my sentinel of the night,
Deliver me the Ninth Crystal of Power,
That I may at last be free more...

then, mortal!
Test that cursed blade of black steel me if you dare!
O' great king, your pitiful army be swept away before my wrath!
'Ere the dawn, ten thousand die!

THE
For the eternal of Hyperborea!

???

But did Angsaar want of the Crystal?
I he battled his immortal nemesis over possession
of the mystic many aeons ago...
but what use just one of the jewels be to him?

???

Then the battle, the of the wraiths,
all that had merely a ruse...
a scheme implemented by the Chaos-Liege to realize
his ultimate of the sundering of the mystic shackles?

Yes, the only chance... the last for victory...

???

What was that deed? could stop the Chaos-Liege?
I must know the of this confrontation!

The vista to darken...
the mists once again weave their spell to withold their secrets.
Practice art, Xerxes...
hone skills, and the final outcome of this epic tale
shall be made known to you...