"Any who live alone, long only for mercy, the mercy of truth is among your

traits of bloodlust and vein. You have not, in all this time, returned to the

lowland of your ancestors. Your feet follow a hoof-beaten, dirt track down the

side of a small, grass-covered knoll. It is near the round hillfort that your

cavaliers call the dun. The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort

that words can tell. You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition,

as others will be, in due time. Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and

give your thoughts complete utterance. For there are none surviving now, to

whom you would freely speak with, so impart your heart's desire."



"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain your mind, to wait for the

proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be executed from the creed,

under the sigil of the blade, then the number. In an instant, the feeble and

the foreigners lie North from here. In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and

tyrant raised their powers above your head. You are separated from your kin,

by far distance, of Time and Tide. You will remember your comrades well, as

they replenish your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness. And

though you will only see shades of what once was, you will hear their songs

and music forever."



"As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat smoke

scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious settlement, gathering

sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. You shall recall the winter

zephyr, as those were the winds that passed eternity."



The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. His lungs sounded a death

rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and various fluids, Before his

death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly uttered, "I have granted

intelligence towards the crown unto thee. If you teach him well....."



Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Storm Of Cythraul. It's only

just begun.....



[Sir Proscriptor McGovern]

[MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBER, 1995]