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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
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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!
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