"The Splendour of a Thousand Swords Gleaming Beneath the Blazon of the Hyperborean Empire (Part: III)" by Bal-sagoth

[THE ANTEDILUVIAN ORACLE:]
Behold glorious Hyperborea, gleaming jewel of the
north; an eon-veiled kingdom forever steeped in ancient
legendry and the renown
of its martial splendour... but of late, an ill wind
whispers malignly through
its opulent labyrinth of marbled citadels...

[WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE:]

[Episode I:]
THE SPLENDOUR OF A THOUSAND SWORDS GLEAMING BENEATH THE
BLAZON OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE
[To be found on the second Bal-Sagoth album; "Starfire
Burning Upon The Ice-Veiled Throne of Ultima Thule"]

[Episode II:]
THE DARK LIEGE OF CHAOS IS UNLEASHED AT THE ENSORCELLED
SHRINE OF A'ZURA-KAI
(THE SPLENDOUR OF A THOUSAND SWORDS GLEAMING BENEATH THE
BLAZON OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE:  Part: II)
[To be found on the third Bal-Sagoth album; "Battle
Magic"]

NOW...

[Episode III:]
CRY HAVOC FOR GLORY, AND THE ANNIHILATION OF THE TITANS OF
CHAOS!
(THE SPLENDOUR OF A THOUSAND SWORDS GLEAMING BENEATH THE
BLAZON OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE:  Part: III)

[ALTARUS:]
And so, it ends. You have learned much, young Xerxes.
Your training is nigh on complete.
The years which you have spent here at the Praxeum have been
difficult ones,
but the reward of elucidation you have gained far outweighs
the hardship you
have endured.  Many lessons have you learned, not least of
which is that
knowledge is never without its price, my neophyte.

[XERXES:]
Yes, master Altarus. I have heeded your tutelage well, and
your wisdom
has been a great balm to me during the many trials I have
undergone. I can now
command the Mists of the Oracle, and the Great Eye of the
Universe opens at my
bidding. And yet, before I am placed before the final
scrutiny of the Elders,
I ask that I be allowed to gaze into the sidereal vista once
more, to witness
the final outcome of that great struggle which has so
captivated me during my
studies at the Praxeum.

[ALTARUS:]
Ah yes... the epic conflict between the Dark Liege of Chaos
and the
royal Scion of proud Hyperborea. Very well, my young
apprentice. Command the
starscape to divulge its mysteries... look deep into the
fathomless mists, and
the ruinous carnage of A'zura-Kai shall once again be
arrayed before thine
curious gaze. Aye Xerxes, thrice you have summoned the
besieged and benighted
vista of Hyperborea... now pay heed, for the final battle is
at hand!

[Chapter 7: The Last Stand Against Chaos.]

[ALTARUS:]
And a crimson sun rose slowly over the Field of Blood... and
such
were the corpse-mounds of the dead that they aspired to
touch that ireful orb.
Slithering shadows nuzzled the massed bodies of the slain,
as the King rallied
the survivors of the battle against Chaos to one final act
of defiance...

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
Impertinent mortal wormcast! Do you truly aspire to prevail
against me? I am the Bane of the Atlantean Kings, the
Scourge of Lemuria,
Arch-Foe of the Immortals of Ultima Thule! Long before man
hurled himself
squamously from the primordial ooze, I waged war with gods
and thwarted
eternity!

[ALTARUS:]
Lord Angsaar, the Dark Liege of Chaos, was poised on the
brink of
ultimate victory. By insidious manipulation, he had
carefully drawn the forces
of Hyperborea to battle at the Shrine of A'zura-Kai, pitting
his legions of
ravening wraiths against the stalwart forces of the
Hyperborean Empire, and
during the fray his agents of evil had seized the Ninth
Crystal of Mera from
the grasp of the King.  With the cosmic energies of the
Shrine magnifying the
empyreal power of the Ninth Crystal, Angsaar triumphantly
performed the arcane
rite that would sunder the sorcerous fetters which had
hitherto kept his
physical incarnation confined within the ancient Chamber of
Slumber. Summoning
the interdimensional portal which the mystic power of the
Shrine allied with
the sorceries of the Crystal could generate, Angsaar
channelled his fiendish
presence from his darksome prison directly to the
death-gorged Field of Blood.
Thus was the spell of confinement woven countless aeons ago
by
Angsaar's immortal nemesis broken, and on that fateful day
the dread
Chaos-Liege strode the world of mortal men once more. The
King, flanked by the
few valiant survivors of the ruinous Wraith-onslaught, stood
defiant before
the withering glare of Chaos...

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
Ah, great King of Hyperborea! My mystic shackles are at last
broken... I am free once more! Your army is lost,  your
realm is mine...
it shall be blessed with the honour of being the first to
fall before my
renewed onslaught!  Bow  to me in obeisance!

[THE KING:]
Never! For too long your diseased machinations have hung
like a
black pall over glorious Hyperborea... you have invaded my
very dreams and
sown the virulent seeds of base treachery within my court.
It ends here,
arch-fiend!

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
Feh! Yield to me, throw down your sword! Obey and I promise
that your death shall be swift, if not entirely devoid of
suffering!

[THE KING:]
I defy you!

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
Hyperborea shall fall! Your court shall become the heart of
my
new imperium! Your people shall become my lackeys, bearing
the glorious burden
of my sovereignty with sweet praise upon their lips!

[THE KING:]
I shall always defy you!

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
Then your pain shall etch a new legend of suffering in the
benighted obelisks of the Outer Darkness, and not even that
cursed blade of
adamantine black steel shall preserve thee!  Die!

[THE KING:]
So, the final battle begins! Into the fray we ride! For the
eternal
glory of Hyperborea!

[ALTARUS:]
And the Chaos-Liege summoned the remnants of his cackling
wraith-horde, commanding the unholy brood to once more hurl
itself like a
black tide against the now bloodied but still razor edged
steel of the grim
survivors of Hyperborea. With the enchantments of the Ninth
Crystal still
crackling in the air about the Shrine, the incorporeal
frames of the wraiths
were once more transmogrified into squamous pseudo-flesh,
and thus vulnerable
to the biting blades of the King's depleted war-host.
Rallying his forces once
more, the Royal Scion of Hyperborea clove into the massed
hordes of nethermost
horror, his ensorcelled ebon blade hewing five-score left
and five-score right,
leaving a viscous and noxious trail of sundered fiends in
his wake. The
Arch-Wraith of Lord Angsaar, that same bestial horror which
had smitten the
King and seized the Crystal of Mera from his gauntleted
fist, swooped screaming
from the crimson sky in a bid to extinguish the life-force
of the Hyperborean
monarch, but the benighted blade of the King was swifter,
and with a flash of
noisome green light and smoke, the Arch-Wraith's head rolled
to the
blood-slaked earth, its leering countenance forever frozen
in a grotesque
parody of un-death. And once more, like a purifying storm of
righteous fury
the heroes of Hyperborea dealt steel-cold and martial
discipline unto the
baying hounds of Chaos.

[XERXES:]
And yet I perceive that the wraith-horde's number was being
ever
bolstered by the sorceries of the reborn Chaos-Liege... for
every keening
horror hacked down by a Hyperborean blade, three more were
summoned from the
Outer Darkness by the machinations of Angsaar. Even the
courage and the grim
determination of the King's valiant force could not hope to
prevail against
such an overwhelming foe. But the last, best hope still
remained, clutched
tightly within the King's fist! The Shadow-Sword!

[ALTARUS:]
Your perceptions are clear, young Xerxes. The life-essence
of
Angsaar's arch-foe was still encased within the stygian
sword following their
last cataclysmic encounter many aeons past, and that yard of
fearsome black
steel spoke once more to the King in the same long dead
tongue it had burned
upon his mind deep within the Mountains of the Dead. One
hope remained to
defeat Angsaar, but it would carry with it a most terrible
price for the King.

[Chapter 8: The Return of the Immortal]

[THE ECHOES OF THE IMMORTAL:]
Hearken, noble King of Hyperborea. Long ago,
before life evolved from the boiling oceans of the
primordial sphere, I waged
furious and slaughterous battle with the Chaos-Liege over
the possession of
the sacred Crystals of Mera, shards of such incredible
sorcerous potency that
even the Empyreal Lexicon itself was no greater a prize.
Although I succeeded
in smiting the dark one and imprisoning him within his
Chamber of Slumber, I
was hammered to the brink of dissolution by the abominations
of Chaos, and I
thus transferred my life-essence into my Sword, that same
blade which you now
hold in your grasp.  I committed my fading energies to
concealing the blade
from the sight of man until such time as it would once more
be needed to bring
to bear against Chaos... aye, until such time as Angsaar
reawakened. It was I
who guided you to the mountainous resting place of the blade
when my arch-foe
marked you as central protagonist in his scheme to recover
the
Prime Crystal, o' King of the North. To utterly destroy the
Dark Liege of
Chaos, you must join your essence with mine... we must fuse
our life-forces
and become one so that my full power may be unleashed
against Angsaar once
more. But this final deed demands the most severe of tolls,
o' noble monarch...
To become as one with the immortal essence of the
Shadow-Sword is to sacrifice
forever your own mortality, and to forsake eternally the
world of man. Are you
prepared to pay this price, King of Hyperborea?

[THE KING:]
To preserve the sovereignty of my realm and safeguard my
people
from the forces of darkness? Aye! For my kingship demands no
less a commitment!
So be it... let this final deed be done!

[THE WARRIORS OF HYPERBOREA:]
Imperius Rex!

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
What futile gesture is this? Curse you, manling! Can you not
accept the inevitability of your defeat?

[THE KING:]
Begone, servitor of Chaos! Your nemesis awaits thee! Return
to the
Outer Darkness!

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
You fool! You cannot comprehend your actions! I offered you
sweet oblivion, and instead you have chosen tortuous
damnation!

[THE KING:]
I would sooner suffer damnation a thousand times than bend
the knee
to Chaos!

[ALTARUS:]
And a great stillness descended over the Field of Blood.
Grimly,
slowly, the King held aloft the Shadow-Sword and spoke those
baleful words of
power which had been forever branded indelibly upon his
soul. Writhing tendrils
of night-dark, coruscating energy lanced from the surface of
the blade,
entwining the King in a pulsating chrysalis of searing
sorcerous power. His
eyes shone deep crimson with an illuminatory radiance not
born of this world,
and forces which had lain dormant since before the fall of
the Third Moon
stirred at last from their aeons-old slumber...

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
No... my eternal nemesis, you will not thwart me!
Abominations
rise! Destroy these mortals who vex me as the buzzing of
gnats vexes a titan!
Drag their impudent souls to the abyss!

[THE WARRIORS OF HYPERBOREA:]
Havoc is the cry! Come, fiends of the nether-void...
face righteous pattern-welded death!

[LORD ANGSAAR:]
Praise Chaos! By the crystal heart of Mera I shall stand
deified!

[THE WARRIORS OF HYPERBOREA:]
Glory eternal! For our King and sacred Hyperborea!

[THE KING:]
Noble warriors of Hyperborea... I salute your steadfast
courage.
This will be my final command to you. Now come... follow
your King into battle
one last time. Into the fray we ride... For the eternal
glory of Hyperborea!

[ANGSAAR:]
The circle closes... you cannot resist the unparalleled
might of Chaos and the exquisite majesty of the Z'xulth! I
shall unleash all the terrors of the Outer Darkness against
thee! Behold the true extent of my power... My flesh is a
shrine wherein all demons dwell!

[THE WARRIORS OF HYPERBOREA:]
Stand fast! Cry havoc for glory and the annihilation of the
titans of Chaos! We fight to the last man!

[THE KING:]
By all the gods of Hyperborea... a legacy shall be wrought
by our blades... our legend shall live forever! Hear me,
Angsaar! My humanity fades... my mortality dissipates as
does the darkness before the glimmering kiss of the dawn!
Let us finish it... Let this be our final battle!

[ALTARUS:]
And thus was etched into the eternal codex of the heavens
the
immortal legend of the Hyperborean Empire.

[XERXES:]
But master Altarus...  what was the outcome of the final
clash? What
effect did the power of the Immortal have upon the King? Did
he ultimately
defeat Angsaar and the horrors spawned from the Outer
Darkness?

[ALTARUS:]
Alas Xerxes, no one knows the final outcome of the battle.
Even the
Great Eye of the Universe and the Mists of the Oracle are
unable to ascertain
the fate of the King and his army on that fate-steeped dawn.
So much
unparalleled and polarized arcane power was unleashed upon
the Field of Blood
at that instant that it has forever obscured the oracular
vista and shielded
the truth from the eyes of even the most talented and
presentient master of
the Praxeum. Today, Hyperborea is but a memory, a glorious
legend which rests
forever within the same fathomless shark-haunted grave as do
mythic Lemuria
and fabled Atlantis..

[XERXES:]
I shall make it a priority to ascertain the truth, master. I
vow I
shall channel all the skills I have learned here at the
Praxeum into
discovering the final fate of the King of Hyperborea!

[ALTARUS:]
And I believe that you may well succeed, my young
apprentice. But
whatever the case, one thing is certain. As long as legends
endure in the
cosmos and the deeds of heroes are celebrated in the annals
of eternity, none
who gaze in awe beyond the mists and are blessed to behold
it shall ever forget
the splendour of a thousand swords gleaming beneath the
blazon of the
Hyperborean Empire.

[THE END...?]

[15 October: 1893]
After a sleepless and oppressively feverish night spent
pondering the truths
which I exhumed amongst The Ghosts Of Angkor Wat, I have
concluded that these
perceived parallels and their possible significance carry me
ever closer to
the centre of this great global web, the strands of which I
have been
traversing in my long quest for enlightenment, and yet I now
fear that the
owner of this web has surely felt the tremblings I have
caused along its
delicate filaments, and may well feel compelled to
investigate the
disturbance...