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Spears agleam in the dying sun,

The blood is spilled, the battle`s won,

From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,

When nine stars kiss the moon o`er Ultima Thule.

(Old Northlander war-song, found in the ancient scrolls of Volmyr)

The Final Part of Voryn Helmsmiter`s Journey to the Ice Realm:

Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom

upon the ice...

My limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows... my eyes

nearly frozen closed.

For how long had we travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in

the cruel, searing storm-

winds.

And now, at last... our quest is at an end.

With the blessings of the elders we began our journey beyond

the great veil of shadowed

glaciers...

They spoke of a prophecy foretold, an ancient and glorious legacy,

A quest for the realm of legendry lost to man since before even

the Star-Lords

descended...

Now, only I survive, my blood spilling to the ice, turning to

crimson crystal upon the deeply

frozen earth.

Elder sorcery crackles and hums all about me, coursing through

the sky, the snow...

As grim destiny approaches with the freezing boreal gales and

this ancient prophecy

unfolds...

Predication of the Elders:

Go, follow the witch-lights in the northern night sky, beyond

the great silvern mountains...

Let the sacred moon-crystal be your guide, beware the sentinels

at the Caverns of Eternal

Mist...

Spears agleam in the dying sun,

The blood is spilled, the battle`s won,

From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,

When nine stars kiss the moon o`er Ultima Thule.

Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying,

Iron gleaming `neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire,

White wolves (like silent spirits) haunt us, ever northwards,

the ice-gem leads us,

glimmering,

Powerful spells entwine the shrine of legendry, mighty gates

of frozen splendour looming,

When the moon and stars shine as one upon the snows, the ancient

ice-gate opens, the

prophecy is fulfilled!

Towering, ice-encrusted forms lumber forth from the freezing mist,

(Their eyes shimmering with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...)

Our steel is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal,

And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing

storm of slaughter.

(Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged

or wielded, I am

beckoned forward by a strange, alluring force from beyond the

veil of swirling mists...)

Shadows, images form in the glittering rune-carved walls of this

glacial chamber,

Secrets frozen within the timeless vaults of eternity...

The throne of the time-lost ice realm, entwined in the mantle

of such searing star-born

power...

This frozen, aeon-cloaked seat of immortal majesty... (of an

empire forged long before the

vast seas rose in devouring fury!)

What shimmering swords raised in combat once sang with the glorious

clamour of steel on

steel?

What splendid banners, billowing in the icy gales, once heralded

the march of these

invincible silverclad legions to the blood-swathed embrace of epic battle?

The glory of untold thousands of years past... this ethereal

legacy of mighty Ultima Thule.

The frozen eyes of immortal kings watch me... such a dark splendour!

The Guardian of Ice and Shadow:

The grim Ice-Gods sleep in these frost-bound tombs, illumined

by the caress of lunar fire,

And the kiss of star-gleam from the stygian void...

All is now as was foretold in prophecy, written in the very ether

of empyreal eternity...

The celestial alignment is night... the conjunction is at hand!

And nine stars illumine the northern heavens, a vast cosmic sigil

with the silvern moon at

its centre...

Blazing argent light fills the chamber, engulfing the hewn walls

of elder ice,

These ancient carvings in a time-veiled tongue, (etched into

the primeval ice countless

aeons ago, now bathed in diaphonous incandescence by this storm

of lucent stellar

power, their mindsearing meaning at last becomes known to me...)

their cosmic secrets

unfold...

The ice-throne is encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame,

A lambent flame far colder than the frozen surface upon which it dances...

And then, enlightenment comes, gleaming down upon my consciousness

as the bright

moon gazes down upon this auroral vista... From my mind is lifted

an obscuring veil, a veil

induced by sorcerous arts, and I realize I have been merely a

vassal of another`s twisted

will, a pawn in a game which is entwined in treachery and malign

aspirations to thresholds

of great power. Such a traitorous web has been spun! The elders

of my kingdom bow in

obeisance to the vile priests of Xothan`kur, and it is their

diseased machinations which

have urged me here, to the very heart of the far-fabled ice realm...

for they seek to usurp

the power of the Conjunction, stealing the vast energies of the

Ice-Veiled throne and

absorbing them into their own leprous, undead bodies, perpetuating

the adoration of their

abhorrent liege for countless ages, liberating his vile will

and enslaving the realms of the

world... Aye, for generations they have plotted their actions,

and I was the key to this plot,

chosen from birth for this fated journey... for the blood of

the ancient kings of Ultima Thule

runs strong in my veins, and only once in every aeon may one

such as I stand before the

throne during the great cosmic alignment, when the sorceries

of the ancient Ice-Gods are

at their peak, and rightfully wield this power unleashed... And

yet I vow that the vile

minions of Xothan`kur shall not prevail... Liberating the fettered

power of the moon-crystal,

I sever the tendrils of their dark conjurings, and their aspirations

are at an end, their spells

broken by the very power which they sought to usurp! The final

vestiges of mortal life flee

my body in crimson gouts, and at last I realize what the fates

have spun for me, and what

is carved in the very ice all about me... My destiny is at hand...

The Herald of Enlightenment:

And so, enrob`d by tendrils of starfire and the raiments of lunar mist,

The immortal liege whose sceptred empire is eternity,

Sits enthroned and brooding over his dark realm once more.

The last of my life`s blood spills to the ice, (as star-wrought

destiny is at last fulfilled.)

Swathed in freezing flame...

The mystic wolves of the frost-moon (slowly, silently) encircle me,

Their eyes are blazing azure, and their fur is whiter than the

sublime snows.

Such power! I am the Chosen... the secrets of the earth and the

stars are unlocked before

me...

I am destined to reign forever... to reign from the Ice-Veiled

Throne of Ultima Thule!

Lyrics: Byron

Music: Chris and Jonny Maudling

Spears agleam in the dying sun,

The blood is spilled, the battle`s won,

From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,

When nine stars kiss the moon o`er Ultima Thule.

(Old Northlander war-song, found in the ancient scrolls of Volmyr)

The Final Part of Voryn Helmsmiter`s Journey to the Ice Realm:

Blood drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom

upon the ice...

My limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows... my eyes

nearly frozen closed.

For how long had we travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in

the cruel, searing storm-

winds.

And now, at last... our quest is at an end.

With the blessings of the elders we began our journey beyond

the great veil of shadowed

glaciers...

They spoke of a prophecy foretold, an ancient and glorious legacy,

A quest for the realm of legendry lost to man since before even

the Star-Lords

descended...

Now, only I survive, my blood spilling to the ice, turning to

crimson crystal upon the deeply

frozen earth.

Elder sorcery crackles and hums all about me, coursing through

the sky, the snow...

As grim destiny approaches with the freezing boreal gales and

this ancient prophecy

unfolds...

Predication of the Elders:

Go, follow the witch-lights in the northern night sky, beyond

the great silvern mountains...

Let the sacred moon-crystal be your guide, beware the sentinels

at the Caverns of Eternal

Mist...

Spears agleam in the dying sun,

The blood is spilled, the battle`s won,

From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,

When nine stars kiss the moon o`er Ultima Thule.

Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying,

Iron gleaming `neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire,

White wolves (like silent spirits) haunt us, ever northwards,

the ice-gem leads us,

glimmering,

Powerful spells entwine the shrine of legendry, mighty gates

of frozen splendour looming,

When the moon and stars shine as one upon the snows, the ancient

ice-gate opens, the

prophecy is fulfilled!

Towering, ice-encrusted forms lumber forth from the freezing mist,

(Their eyes shimmering with a fiendish, eldritch malevolance...)

Our steel is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal,

And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing

storm of slaughter.

(Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged

or wielded, I am

beckoned forward by a strange, alluring force from beyond the

veil of swirling mists...)

Shadows, images form in the glittering rune-carved walls of this

glacial chamber,

Secrets frozen within the timeless vaults of eternity...

The throne of the time-lost ice realm, entwined in the mantle

of such searing star-born

power...

This frozen, aeon-cloaked seat of immortal majesty... (of an

empire forged long before the

vast seas rose in devouring fury!)

What shimmering swords raised in combat once sang with the glorious

clamour of steel on

steel?

What splendid banners, billowing in the icy gales, once heralded

the march of these

invincible silverclad legions to the blood-swathed embrace of epic battle?

The glory of untold thousands of years past... this ethereal

legacy of mighty Ultima Thule.

The frozen eyes of immortal kings watch me... such a dark splendour!

The Guardian of Ice and Shadow:

The grim Ice-Gods sleep in these frost-bound tombs, illumined

by the caress of lunar fire,

And the kiss of star-gleam from the stygian void...

All is now as was foretold in prophecy, written in the very ether

of empyreal eternity...

The celestial alignment is night... the conjunction is at hand!

And nine stars illumine the northern heavens, a vast cosmic sigil

with the silvern moon at

its centre...

Blazing argent light fills the chamber, engulfing the hewn walls

of elder ice,

These ancient carvings in a time-veiled tongue, (etched into

the primeval ice countless

aeons ago, now bathed in diaphonous incandescence by this storm

of lucent stellar

power, their mindsearing meaning at last becomes known to me...)

their cosmic secrets

unfold...

The ice-throne is encased by a shimmering wall of writhing cerulean flame,

A lambent flame far colder than the frozen surface upon which it dances...

And then, enlightenment comes, gleaming down upon my consciousness

as the bright

moon gazes down upon this auroral vista... From my mind is lifted

an obscuring veil, a veil

induced by sorcerous arts, and I realize I have been merely a

vassal of another`s twisted

will, a pawn in a game which is entwined in treachery and malign

aspirations to thresholds

of great power. Such a traitorous web has been spun! The elders

of my kingdom bow in

obeisance to the vile priests of Xothan`kur, and it is their

diseased machinations which

have urged me here, to the very heart of the far-fabled ice realm...

for they seek to usurp

the power of the Conjunction, stealing the vast energies of the

Ice-Veiled throne and

absorbing them into their own leprous, undead bodies, perpetuating

the adoration of their

abhorrent liege for countless ages, liberating his vile will

and enslaving the realms of the

world... Aye, for generations they have plotted their actions,

and I was the key to this plot,

chosen from birth for this fated journey... for the blood of

the ancient kings of Ultima Thule

runs strong in my veins, and only once in every aeon may one

such as I stand before the

throne during the great cosmic alignment, when the sorceries

of the ancient Ice-Gods are

at their peak, and rightfully wield this power unleashed... And

yet I vow that the vile

minions of Xothan`kur shall not prevail... Liberating the fettered

power of the moon-crystal,

I sever the tendrils of their dark conjurings, and their aspirations

are at an end, their spells

broken by the very power which they sought to usurp! The final

vestiges of mortal life flee

my body in crimson gouts, and at last I realize what the fates

have spun for me, and what

is carved in the very ice all about me... My destiny is at hand...

The Herald of Enlightenment:

And so, enrob`d by tendrils of starfire and the raiments of lunar mist,

The immortal liege whose sceptred empire is eternity,

Sits enthroned and brooding over his dark realm once more.

The last of my life`s blood spills to the ice, (as star-wrought

destiny is at last fulfilled.)

Swathed in freezing flame...

The mystic wolves of the frost-moon (slowly, silently) encircle me,

Their eyes are blazing azure, and their fur is whiter than the

sublime snows.

Such power! I am the Chosen... the secrets of the earth and the

stars are unlocked before

me...

I am destined to reign forever... to reign from the Ice-Veiled

Throne of Ultima Thule!

Lyrics: Byron

Music: Chris and Jonny Maudling

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