Legends etched into the ancient stone dolmens on the Dark Moors...
The crows will pick your bones clean...
Never sweet the kiss of cold steel.
THE EXULTATION OF BATTLE...
Blades aflame with witch-fire burning,
Bright swords blessed by nine king's blood,
The elf-witch weaves war-spells upon us,
Neath the wolf-moon's gaze we shall slake our steel!
Battle Magic empowers my thews!
The crows will pick your bones clean...
Red-Tooth thirsts to smite and slaughter!
Never sweet the kiss of cold steel...
Born beneath the thrice-cursed cromlech (destined for deeds of greatness),
Three stars aligned to assauge thine newborn cries,
Foretold, the hilt of Red-Tooth awaits thine hand (kingdoms shall fall before thee!),
And in the Nine Scrolls thine death prophesized.
The clarion of battle beckons me... Red-Tooth crackles with searing spectral energy.
Aye, emperors and kings shall perish beneath my blade! The head of the Eastern Chieftan
adorns my spear... I've a throne to usurp! INTO THE THICK OF THE FRAY!
This heart that pounds like a hammer,
This heart that pounds so strong,
This heart that pumps a great warrior's blood,
This heart will pound for half as long.
By all the gods... I swear the ireful edge of dwarf-forged steel shall meet all who dare
stand against me! My destiny awaits... I shall carve my path in carnage, and inscribe my
saga upon the scrolls of legendry in the spilled blood of slaughtered kings!
Carnage! And the crows shall feast upon the eyes of the slain!
The final dolmen of the Dark Moors is mysteriously missing, believed removed thousands of
years ago by troll war-bands as a trophy of battle...