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The Liege Of Chaos Is Unleashed
At The Ensorcelled Shrine Of
(The Splendour Of A Thousand Gleaming
Beneath The Blazon Of The Hyperborean Part II)

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

Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which me
above all others, one era occupies 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... them to show you
that 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 they ride!

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

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

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

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

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

THE
Onwards with our gleaming,
Meet with cold steel a'cleaving,
Fall only our hearts cease 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 Words of Power,
the sky split wide in fury, and searing tendrils of
lightning inexorably forth from the heavens to rake
and reave the massed of Chaos...

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

The fiends were dealt a staggering blow by the incantations,
the of the spells inexplicably magnified by the enchantments
of the Crystal. The Wraiths were routed by the elder magics,
fleeing anathemas and against the King,
and the horrors fell seared and burning from the enraged sky.
But the twisted machinations of Chaos 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,
unto me the Ninth Crystal of Power,
That I may at last be once more...

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

THE
For the glory of Hyperborea!

???

But what did want of the Crystal?
I he battled his immortal nemesis over possession
of the mystic gems aeons ago...
but what use would just one of the jewels be to

???

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

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

???

What was that deed? What could stop the
I must the outcome of this confrontation!

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