[ALTARUS:] You must learn to control your spirit-form, Xerxes... for by

mastering the art of traversing the mists you may effortlessly travel to many

places, and many times. Countless secrets will be unlocked for you, and great

enlightenment shall be yours.



[XERXES:] Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above

all others, one era which occupies my thoughts unceasingly... What of the

clash between the Royal Army of Hyperborea and the Wraiths of the Chaos-Liege?



[ALTARUS:] Ah, yes... command the mists, Xerxes... gaze into their limitless

depths... compel them to show you that martial vista which you so fervently

seek.



[XERXES:] Yes... I see the massing forces, the battle is imminent! How splendid

the Imperial Army looks as it fronts the foe... into the fray they ride!



[Chapter 1: The Bloodying of the King]

[(The Armies of the Hyperborean Empire steadfastly engage the Horde of Wraiths)]



[THE KING:]

Imperial Cavalry... advance! RIDE THEM DOWN!

In to the fray! Demonstrate unforgettably the art of Hyperborean warcraft!

Spearmen, form into Omega Phalanx.

Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose.

Warriors, stand ready... Sound the clarion!



Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire...

Here we stand upon the Field of Blood...

Though this day we may die,

Our legend shall live forever.



[ALTARUS:] And the armies met upon the Field of Blood which stretched lifeless

before the aeon-veiled citadel which men called the Shrine of A'zura-Kai, a

mysterious and foreboding place steeped in ireful omens and legendary dread...

Aye, the carnage of that first clash was phenomenal. The Hyperborean Cavalry

tore gloriously into the foremost rank of the shadow-warriors, the enchantme