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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER 1: THE OF THE KING
(THE ARMIES OF THE EMPIRE
STEADFASTLY THE HORDE OF WRAITHS)

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

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

???

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

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

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

???

THE
By the darkling 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 split wide in fury, and searing tendrils of
lightning lanced inexorably forth from the to rake
and the massed hordes of Chaos...

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

The fiends were dealt a staggering blow by the incantations,
the power of the spells magnified by the enchantments
of the Crystal. The were routed soundly by the elder magics,
anathemas and maledictions 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 blow in this dread confrontation...
aye, the

3: THE AWAKENING OF CHAOS

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

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

THE
For the eternal of Hyperborea!

???

But did Angsaar want of the Crystal?
I know he his immortal nemesis over 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 had been merely a ruse...
a implemented by the Chaos-Liege merely to realize
his ultimate ambition of the sundering of the shackles?

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

???

What was that deed? What could the Chaos-Liege?
I know the outcome of this confrontation!

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