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Bal-Sagoth

And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Agains

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{And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown}[Chapter 1: The Voyage of the Sorcerer]The war between the Imperium and the allied Vyrgothian Kingdoms had ragedfor years. Beginning as minor disputes over border territories, the conflicthad swiftly escalated into a full-scale bloody war, a vast series of epiccampaigns, fervently perpetua ted by the Emperor Koord and the Over-King ofVyrgothia, both eager to smite their traditional ancestral foes and to wingreat glory and the adulation of their people by seizing victory in battle.Recent months had seen the forces of the Imperium display a staggering degreeof tactical mastery and battle prowess, contemptuously crushing the Vyrgothianarmies in a series of great battles, `til at last, following the slaughterousRout of the Fields of Kai-Vorg, The Empire`s finest fighting force, the famed and far-feared Legion of the Ebon Tiger, stood unopposed not five day`smarch from mighty Gul-Kothoth, the greatest and most ancient fortress-city inall the Vyrgothian kingdoms. The Legion of the Ebon Tiger could not easilycount their numerous and r esounding victories, and their commander, thelegendary warlord Baalthus Vane, made it clear to the Emperor that he waseager to press on deep into the enemy`s lands and seize the prize whichawaited him; the siege and capture of ancient Gul-Kothoth! And yet the EmperorKoord did not order the Legion to march, for disturbing information had oflate been relayed to him by his spies in the Vyrgothian Royal Court... Direrumours abounded that the Vyrgothian mages had at last discovered the ancientarcane r ites which would unlock the aeons-fettered power of the dreadObsidian Crown, a fearsome mystical artefact countless thousands of years old,a black-jewelled circlet believed once to have been borne upon the immortalbrow of the legendary Shadow-King him self! And it was written in legend,that should the ancient spells of might entwining the artefact be reawakened,then incredible near limitless ruinous power would thus be bestowed upon anyarmy carrying the Crown into battle... Had the mages of Vyrgoth ia trulyascertained the time-lost conjurations required to empower the Obsidian Crown,hidden for centuries deep within the marble vaults of its ebon citadel? Eagerto know the truth, the Emperor dispatched his most powerful sorcerer acrossthe great In land Sea to the Court of the Over-King, under the pretence ofoffering the terms for the Vyrgothian surrender. He was bade use all hissorcerous skills to discover the truth... a truth soon made clear by thedisdainful refusal of the Imperium`s terms, an d the grimly fearsome messagegiven the sorcerer by Vyrgothia`s Master Wizard, with which to return to theEmperor: "And lo, when the Imperium marches against Gul-Kothoth, then darksorceries shall enshroud the Citadel of the Obsidian Crown..."[The Wizards of Vyrgothia:]Darkly bejewelled circlet of night,Crown of the Elder King,Unfettered at last the Trinity of Might,The sceptre, the sword, and the ring.[The Sorcerer:]I stand upon the oaken planks of this great ship, (the splendid flagship ofthe Imperium`s navies)Gazing at moon-gleam dancing on the vast, dark sea...(And in my mind I behold) black crystals gleaming... ensorcellment!I am enthralled by this nighted spell...For I know that the slumbering sorceriesOf the Shadow-King`s crown shall soon be reawakened...And as I return to my emperor (shackled to such woefully grim tidings),My spirit is borne upon the leathern wings of a great sorrow...[Chapter 2: The March of the Imperium][The Emperor:]Call forth the Ogre-Mage of the Black LakeAnd the Swordmaster of Kyrman`ku,Let them speak the Words Which Unfetter...Enshrined for countless centuries, within its darksome citadel,Five score and ten against the Tiger, (curse) the black crown of theShadow-King!By all the dark gods, I swear I`ll not be dethroned!A seething forest of blackened blades,A churning sea of ebon war-chariots,A searing storm of flaming shafts,All this havoc and more shall I unleash against my foe...Into battle! The Legion shall march... the fall of Gul-Kothoth is nigh!The Legion of the Ebon Tiger... six thousand elite warriors of theImperium, the pride of the Emperor`s forces... Bolstered by heavy cavalry, anda squadron of deadly scythed chariots... further reinforced by the ImperialFrontier Army of one hundred tho usand highly trained spearmen and archers...and never has this force met its match in battle or siege...[Baalthus Vane:]Our banner flies ever glorious, undefeated we stand, steeped in victory.The Iron Phalanx, six thousand strong, our ever-honed blades, the Tiger`sgleaming claws.Pride of the Empire, Scourge of the Vraii,Masters at Turonium, and Kai-Vorg.Smiters of the Southern Host, Routers of the Horde, Bane of the Over-King, wemarch to war!And so, the Emperor himself rides to rendezvous with Baalthus Vane,accompanied by his sorcerous aide. The Legion of the Ebon Tiger reachesGul-Kothoth at dusk on the fifth day of their march from the fields ofKai-Vorg, halting upon the great arid plan which stretches before the city,the huge dust cloud sent up by their massed arrival obscuring the dying embersof the setting sun. As the vast army begins to make camp, arraying theirsplendid tents and banners, and assembling their gargantuan siege-wag ons,the Emperor stands gazing at the huge brooding walls and colossal cyclopeangates of the city-fortress before him, vowing that a torrent of red slaughtershall befall Gul-Kothoth, regardless of any sorcerous trinkets the Vyrgothiansmay possess, and that the Over-King shall pay dearly for his sublimearrogance. And twelve leagues distant, an army of five score and ten, bearingthe Obsidian Crown, approaches the city...[To be continued in Chaper 3: The Wizards Do Battle]

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