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Our legends speak of a time when the world was gripped in darkness, mighty empires fell to treachery
What once was strong and unbowed descended into madness, and corruption spread across the land
“Find the source of ancient power!”
Six kings left behind great treasure, artefacts enchanted by dark sorcery
“Find the key to ancient secrets!”
And the artefacts lost their power as they faded in the mists of time!
Nightfall devouring the sun
Complete the summoning, fulfil the prophecy
Brothers, our trials have begun
Obtain the power of a dark imperial legacy!
The stars they shift above us, our journey lies ahead
I am the emissary to the world of the dead
The answer lies in the freezing mists of the mountains
Where the snow and ice conceals the vault of the cosmic nexus
“Find the source of ancient power!”
Unholy transmutation from gleaming gold to obsidian
“Find the key to ancient secrets!”
And the artefacts gain more power as the darkness returns to the world!
Nightfall devouring the sun
Complete the summoning, fulfil the prophecy
Brothers, our trials have begun
Obtain the power of a dark imperial legacy!
Wield the Skull of Suffering
Wield the Crown of Madness
Wield the Orb of Despair
Wield the Sceptre of Hatred
Wield the Sword of Destruction
Wield the Hourglass of Death
I hear the words of the prophets
As they speak to me in the dead of night
Searching to find the answers to the mysteries lost in time
Our path will be plagued with horrors as the gathering storm approaches
We’ll seal our cosmic fates as we reach the crystal gates
Entering the frost veiled chamber, with the whispering of the icy winds in my wake, I feel the cosmic resonance grow stronger with each step that takes me closer to the innermost sanctum. A bridge between worlds begins to form, as the crystalline walls begin emanating an ethereal light from beyond this earthly realm. An otherworldly voice speaks of distant, dark secrets and knowledge forbidden to the realms mundane. I implore him to impart upon me his cosmic wisdom, and the glorious prophecies of chaos begin to unfold…
Darkness will purify the world! Raise your armies of terror!
Destroy those who dare to stand in your way, and cast them into the fire!
Show them the might of your legions of death, strike with overwhelming force!
Unleash your fury on all who dissent, without a shred of remorse!
When the six are aligned as one, their strength will be magnified by misery and pain
And at the dawning of the new age of chaos, worlds will collide and my power shall be free once again! (To wreak havoc over this mortal plane)
I see the path that lies before me
A new age of darkness shall befall this world, our power is rising, and our will is supreme! We shall uncover this forgotten legacy…
…and there shall be a great slaughter at the Cathedral of the Pantheon, or so it has been foretold in the Sixth Glorious Prophecy!
I hear the words of the prophets
As they speak to me in the dead of night
Searching to find the answers to the mysteries lost in time
Our path will be plagued with horrors as the gathering storm approaches
Our forces of death will be marching onwards as we raise our banners of war to the skies!
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Part I – Behold, the Annihilator!
I awaken from my slumber, and the visions from my dreams persist in front of my very eyes. Unholy words of an ancient and profane speech are uttered, compelling me to heed unto this dark revelation! As the meaning of these words begins to clear in my mind, I am overwhelmed by a sudden manifestation of pure malevolence. My visions herald the return of the Annihilator!
I am the witness to the face of the wandering star
I know the will of the master; I hear a voice calling me from afar
From beyond the realm of the mortal, in the dark of the longest night
We summon forth the legions of death, upon this night I command you to arise!
Part II – The Summoning of the Legion
My way is that of chaos
My way is that of conquest
(Voices far away call to me)
My way is that of madness
My way is that of pain
(Staring down from beyond the cosmic dream)
Now arise lords of suffering, claim your vengeance!
Strike the heart of the world of men on this night!
Times of war, plagues and pestilence, will befall you!
Feel the fear, feel the madness, overwhelming!
My way is that of chaos
My way is that of conquest
My way is that of sorrow
My way is that of despair
Part III – Of Fear and Resolve
Lord Hovngar to his loyal Arch Champion Vostraad:
“I have grown old and weary, and the vigour with which I once fought I fear I can sustain no longer. Is it better to withdraw quietly to the comfort of the shadows in the eve of one’s prime, or should we stand and fight till the very moment our hearts and will can endure no longer, and we emerge victorious or have our throats torn out by the wolves of the night? I have made my choice, Champion. I suggest that you do the same…”
Vostraad’s journey to the battlefield:
I will follow the signs among the stars as they shine in the night
Leading me to my destiny on the battlefield; for my land I must fight
I feel the pride within my heart as I look to the sky
We’ll reunite once more in the halls of our fathers for on this day we may die!
Part IV – The Battle of the Crimson Valley
Vostraad:
In the midst of the carnage
With a furious rage
We channel the might of our forebears
From a time-lost age.
And on the distant horizon
We behold the sight...
...of the rays of the dawn arising, piercing through the crimson sky.
Faced with an unwavering resistance, the great hordes of darkness were severely thinned in number and the banners of the Black Star fell to the blood-stained ground. Bereft of victory, withdrawal was inevitable; yet the obsidian curse had begun to pervade. As the black relics grew in strength, their cosmic energies began calling out to the prophets of chaos, begging to be reunited once more. This was to be but a chapter in the great crusade to seize the ultimate power, and the bloody campaign of the Black Legion was only just beginning…
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