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The Liege Of Chaos Is Unleashed
At The Ensorcelled Shrine Of
(The Of A Thousand Swords Gleaming
Beneath The Blazon Of The Empire Part II)

You must learn to your spirit-form, Xerxes...
for by the art of traversing the mists
you may effortlessly to many places, and many times.
secrets will be unlocked 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 the Royal Army of Hyperborea
and the Wraiths of the

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

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

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

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

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

???

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

CHAPTER 2: HAVOC AT THE SHRINE OF

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

???

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

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

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

The fiends were a staggering blow by the sorcerous incantations,
the of the spells inexplicably magnified by the enchantments
of the Crystal. The Wraiths were soundly by the elder magics,
fleeing anathemas and against the King,
and the horrors fell seared and burning from the enraged sky.
But the twisted machinations of Chaos had prepared
for the King one final blow in dread confrontation...
aye, the

3: THE AWAKENING OF CHAOS

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

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

THE
For the glory of Hyperborea!

???

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

???

Then the battle, the of the wraiths,
all that had been a ruse...
a scheme implemented by the merely to realize
his ultimate ambition of the of the mystic shackles?

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

???

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

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