[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:]
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!
[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:]
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 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 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!
[THE ORACLE OF WAR:] Carnage
