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

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

Yes, master... and yet, there is one which intrigues me
above all others, one era 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 limitless depths... compel to show you
that martial vista you so fervently seek.

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

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

THE
Cavalry... advance! Ride Them Down! In to the fray!
Demonstrate unforgettably the art of warcraft!
Spearmen, form into Phalanx.
Archers, arrows, prepare 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.

???

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

CHAPTER 2: HAVOC AT THE SHRINE OF

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 to rend the massed legions of Chaos!

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

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

The fiends were dealt a blow by the sorcerous incantations,
the power of the inexplicably magnified by the enchantments
of the Crystal. The Wraiths routed soundly by the elder magics,
fleeing and maledictions against the King,
and the winged fell 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 unto me the 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 be swept away before my wrath!
the dawn, ten thousand shall die!

THE
For the eternal of Hyperborea!

???

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

???

Then the battle, the of the wraiths,
all that had merely 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 deed? What could stop the Chaos-Liege?
I must know the outcome of confrontation!

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