"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
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/koa]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-