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! 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-bands as a trophy of battle...