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The Dark Liege Of Is Unleashed
At The Ensorcelled Of A'Zura-Kai
(The Splendour Of A Swords Gleaming
Beneath The Blazon Of The Empire Part II)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hearken, of the glorious Empire...
Here we stand upon the of Blood...
this day we may die,
Our shall live forever.

???

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

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

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

???

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

And at the sound of his baleful of Power,
the sky wide in fury, and searing tendrils of ruinous
lightning lanced inexorably forth from the to rake
and the massed hordes of Chaos...

The spells he had learned from the Mountain...
did their casting win the for the King's legions?

The fiends were dealt a staggering blow by the incantations,
the power of the spells inexplicably by the enchantments
of the Crystal. The Wraiths were routed by the elder magics,
anathemas and maledictions against the King,
and the winged horrors fell and burning from the enraged sky.
But the machinations of insidious Chaos had prepared
for the King one final blow in this confrontation...
aye, the

CHAPTER 3: THE AWAKENING OF

ANGSAAR:
Fly, my winged of the night,
Deliver me the Ninth Crystal of Power,
That I may at last be once more...

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

THE
For the glory of Hyperborea!

???

But what did want of the Crystal?
I know he his immortal nemesis over possession
of the mystic gems many ago...
but what use would just one of the jewels be to

???

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

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

???

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

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