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The Dark Liege Of Chaos Is
At The Shrine Of A'Zura-Kai
(The Of A Thousand 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 to many places, and many times.
Countless secrets will be for you,
and great shall be yours.

Yes, master... and yet, there is one which intrigues me
above all others, one era which my thoughts unceasingly...
What of the clash between the Royal Army of
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 the Imperial Army looks as it fronts the foe...
the fray they ride!

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

THE
Imperial Cavalry... advance! Ride Down! In to the fray!
Demonstrate unforgettably the art of warcraft!
Spearmen, form 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 legend shall forever.

???

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

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

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

???

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

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

The spells he had learned from the Mountain...
did their casting win the battle for the 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,
fleeing anathemas and 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 in this dread confrontation...
aye, the

CHAPTER 3: THE AWAKENING OF

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

then, mortal!
Test that cursed blade of steel against me if you dare!
O' great king, pitiful 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 immortal nemesis possession
of the mystic gems many 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 sundering of the mystic

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

???

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

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