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Legends etched into the ancient stone dolmens on the Dark Moors...THE ORACLE OF WAR:
The crows will pick your bones clean...
Never sweet the kiss of cold steel.THE EXULTATION OF BATTLE...THE WARRIOR:
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!THE WARRIOR: Battle Magic empowers my thews!THE ORACLE OF WAR: The crows will pick your bones clean...THE WARRIOR: Red-
Tooth thirsts to smite and slaughter!THE ORACLE OF WAR: Never sweet the kiss of cold steel...THE SHAMAN'S DECREE:
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 WARRIOR:
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!THE SHAMAN'S DECREE:
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.THE WARRIOR'S VOW:
By all the gods...I swear the ireful edge of dwarf-forged steelshall meet all who dare stand against me!
My destiny awaits...I shall carve my path in carnage, and inscribe my sagaupon the scrolls of legendry in the spilled blood of slaughtered kings!THE ORACLE OF WAR:
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-bandsas a trophy of battle...
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