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

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

Yes, master... and yet, is one realm which intrigues me
above all others, one era which occupies my unceasingly...
What of the between the Royal Army of Hyperborea
and the Wraiths of the

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

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

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

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

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

???

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

CHAPTER 2: HAVOC AT THE SHRINE OF

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

???

THE
By the powers 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 of ruinous
lightning lanced inexorably from the heavens to rake
and the massed hordes of Chaos...

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

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

CHAPTER 3: THE OF CHAOS

LORD
Fly, my sentinel of the night,
Deliver unto me the Ninth 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, pitiful army shall be swept away before my wrath!
'Ere the dawn, ten thousand die!

THE
For the eternal of Hyperborea!

???

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

???

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

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

???

What was that What could stop 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.
Practice art, Xerxes...
hone your skills, and the final outcome of this tale
shall soon be known to you...