Spears agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule.
[Old Northlander war-song, found in the ancient scrolls of Volmyr]
The Final Part of Voryn Helmsmiter's Journey to the Ice Realm: Blood
drips from my frost-encased sword, forming a crimson blossom upon the ice...
My limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows... my eyes nearly frozen
closed. For how long had we travelled? The memory grows dim, lost in the
cruel, searing storm-winds. And now, at last... our quest is at an end. With
the blessings of the elders we began our journey beyond the great veil of
shadowed glaciers... They spoke of a prophecy foretold, an ancient and
glorious legacy, A quest for the realm of legendry lost to man since before
even the Star-Lords descended... Now, only I survive, my blood spilling to the
ice, turning to crimson crystal upon the deeply frozen earth. Elder sorcery
crackles and hums all about me, coursing through the sky, the snow... As grim
destiny approaches with the freezing boreal gales and this ancient prophecy
unfolds...
[Predication of the Elders:]
Go, follow the witch-lights in the northern night sky, beyond the great
silvern mountains... Let the sacred moon-crystal be your guide, beware the
sentinels at the Caverns of Eternal Mist...
Spears agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule.
Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying,
Iron gleaming 'neath the stars, black skies ablaze with astral fire,
White wolves (like silent spirits) haunt us, ever northwards, the ice-gem
leads us, glimmering,
Powerful spells entwine the shrine of legendry, mighty gates of frozen
splendour looming,
When the moon and stars shine as one upon the snows, the ancient ice-gate
opens, th
