Naked Steel (The Warrior's Saga)

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:

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:

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...