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

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

Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm intrigues me
all others, one era which occupies my thoughts unceasingly...
What of the clash the Royal Army of Hyperborea
and the of the Chaos-Liege?

Ah, yes... the mists, Xerxes...
gaze into their limitless depths... compel them to you
that vista 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 BLOODYING OF THE
(THE OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE
ENGAGE THE HORDE OF WRAITHS)

THE
Imperial Cavalry... advance! Them Down! In to the fray!
Demonstrate the art of Hyperborean 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 live forever.

???

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

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

THE
Onwards our spear-heads gleaming,
Meet them with steel a'cleaving,
only when our hearts cease 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 sound of his Words of Power,
the sky wide in fury, and searing tendrils of ruinous
lanced inexorably forth from the heavens to rake
and reave the massed of Chaos...

The fearful he had learned from the Mountain...
did their 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 were routed soundly by the elder magics,
fleeing anathemas and against the King,
and the winged horrors fell seared and burning the enraged sky.
But the twisted machinations of insidious had prepared
for the King one blow in this dread confrontation...
aye, the

CHAPTER 3: THE OF CHAOS

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

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

THE
For the glory of Hyperborea!

???

But did Angsaar want of the Crystal?
I know he battled his immortal over possession
of the mystic gems aeons ago...
but use would just 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 of the mystic shackles?

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

???

What was that What could stop the Chaos-Liege?
I must the outcome of this confrontation!

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