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The Dark Liege Of Is Unleashed
At The Shrine Of A'Zura-Kai
(The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords
Beneath The Blazon Of The Hyperborean Empire II)

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

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

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

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

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

THE
Imperial Cavalry... advance! 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...
Here we stand upon the of Blood...
Though day we may die,
Our shall live forever.

???

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

CHAPTER 2: HAVOC AT THE SHRINE OF

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 the fury of the storm to rend the massed legions 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 massed of Chaos...

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

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

3: THE AWAKENING OF CHAOS

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

then, mortal!
Test that cursed of black steel against me if you dare!
O' great king, your army shall be swept away 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 battled his nemesis over possession
of the gems many aeons ago...
but what use would one of the jewels be to him?

???

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

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

???

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

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