[Legends etched into the ancient stone dolmens on the Dark Moors...]



[THE ORACLE OF WAR:]

The crows will pick your bones clean...

Never sweet the kiss of cold steel.



THE EXULTATION OF BATTLE...



[THE WARRIOR:]

Blades aflame with witch-fire burning,

Bright swords blessed by nine king's blood,

The elf-witch weaves war-spells upon us,

Neath the wolf-moon's gaze we shall slake our steel!



[THE WARRIOR:] Battle Magic empowers my thews!

[THE ORACLE OF WAR:] The crows will pick your bones clean...

[THE WARRIOR:] Red-Tooth thirsts to smite and slaughter!

[THE ORACLE OF WAR:] Never sweet the kiss of cold steel...



[THE SHAMAN'S DECREE:]

Born beneath the thrice-cursed cromlech (destined for deeds of greatness),

Three stars aligned to assauge thine newborn cries, Foretold, the hilt of

Red-Tooth awaits thine hand (kingdoms shall fall before thee!), And in the

Nine Scrolls thine death prophesized.



[THE WARRIOR:]

The clarion of battle beckons me... Red-Tooth crackles with searing spectral

energy. Aye, emperors and kings shall perish beneath my blade! The head of the

Eastern Chieftan adorns my spear... I've a throne to usurp! INTO THE THICK OF

THE FRAY!



[THE SHAMAN'S DECREE:]

This heart that pounds like a hammer,

This heart that pounds so strong,

This heart that pumps a great warrior's blood,

This heart will pound for half as long.



[THE WARRIOR'S VOW:]

By all the gods... I swear the ireful edge of dwarf-forged steel shall meet

all who dare stand against me! My destiny awaits... I shall carve my path in

carnage, and inscribe my saga upon the scrolls of legendry in the spilled

blood of slaughtered kings!



[THE ORACLE OF WAR:] Carnage