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And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citade
Bal Sagoth
And Lo, When The Imperium Marches Against Gul-Kothoth, Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citade
[Chapter 1: The Voyage of the Sorcerer]
The war between the Imperium and the allied Vyrgothian Kingdoms had raged
for years. Beginning as minor disputes over border territories, the conflict
had swiftly escalated into a full-scale bloody war, a vast series of epic
campaigns, fervently perpetua ted by the Emperor Koord and the Over-King of
Vyrgothia, both eager to smite their traditional ancestral foes and to win
great glory and the adulation of their people by seizing victory in battle.
Recent months had seen the forces of the Imperium display a staggering degree
of tactical mastery and battle prowess, contemptuously crushing the Vyrgothian
armies in a series of great battles, 'til at last, following the slaughterous
Rout of the Fields of Kai-Vorg, The Empire's finest fighting force, the fame
d and far-feared Legion of the Ebon Tiger, stood unopposed not five day's
march from mighty Gul-Kothoth, the greatest and most ancient fortress-city in
all the Vyrgothian kingdoms. The Legion of the Ebon Tiger could not easily
count their numerous and r esounding victories, and their commander, the
legendary warlord Baalthus Vane, made it clear to the Emperor that he was
eager to press on deep into the enemy's lands and seize the prize which
awaited him; the siege and capture of ancient Gul-Kothoth! And yet the Emperor
Koord did not order the Legion to march, for disturbing information had of
late been relayed to him by his spies in the Vyrgothian Royal Court... Dire
rumours abounded that the Vyrgothian mages had at last discovered the ancient
arcane r ites which would unlock the aeons-fettered power of the dread
Obsidian Crown, a fearsome mystical artefact countless thousands of years old,
a black-jewelled circlet believed once to have been borne upon the immortal
brow 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 any
army carrying the Crown into battle... Had the mages of Vyrgoth ia truly
ascertained the time-lost conjurations required to empower the Obsidian Crown,
hidden for centuries deep within the marble vaults of its ebon citadel? Eager
to know the truth, the Emperor dispatched his most powerful sorcerer across
the great In land Sea to the Court of the Over-King, under the pretence of
offering the terms for the Vyrgothian surrender. He was bade use all his
sorcerous skills to discover the truth... a truth soon made clear by the
disdainful refusal of the Imperium's terms, an d the grimly fearsome message
given the sorcerer by Vyrgothia's Master Wizard, with which to return to the
Emperor: "And lo, when the Imperium marches against Gul-Kothoth, then dark
sorceries 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 of
the 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 sorceries
Of 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 Lake
And 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 the
Shadow-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 the
Imperium, the pride of the Emperor's forces... Bolstered by heavy cavalry, and
a squadron of deadly scythed chariots... further reinforced by the Imperial
Frontier 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's
gleaming 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, we
march to war!
And so, the Emperor himself rides to rendezvous with Baalthus Vane,
accompanied by his sorcerous aide. The Legion of the Ebon Tiger reaches
Gul-Kothoth at dusk on the fifth day of their march from the fields of
Kai-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 embers
of the setting sun. As the vast army begins to make camp, arraying their
splendid tents and banners, and assembling their gargantuan siege-wag ons,
the Emperor stands gazing at the huge brooding walls and colossal cyclopean
gates of the city-fortress before him, vowing that a torrent of red slaughter
shall befall Gul-Kothoth, regardless of any sorcerous trinkets the Vyrgothians
may possess, and that the Over-King shall pay dearly for his sublime
arrogance. And twelve leagues distant, an army of five score and ten, bearing
the Obsidian Crown, approaches the city...
[To be continued in Chaper 3: The Wizards Do Battle]
[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Jonny and Chris Maudling]
Y He Aquí, Cuando El Imperio Marcha Contra Gul-Kothoth, Entonces Las Oscuras Hechicerías Envolverán La Ciudadela
[Capítulo 1: El Viaje del Hechicero]
La guerra entre el Imperio y los Reinos Aliados de Vyrgothia había durado años. Comenzando como disputas menores sobre territorios fronterizos, el conflicto rápidamente escaló a una guerra sangrienta a gran escala, una vasta serie de épicas campañas, fervientemente perpetuadas por el Emperador Koord y el Rey Supremo de Vyrgothia, ambos ansiosos por derrotar a sus tradicionales enemigos ancestrales y ganar gran gloria y la adoración de su pueblo al lograr la victoria en batalla. Los últimos meses habían visto a las fuerzas del Imperio mostrar un asombroso grado de maestría táctica y destreza en batalla, aplastando con desprecio a los ejércitos vyrgothianos en una serie de grandes batallas, hasta que finalmente, tras la sangrienta Derrota en los Campos de Kai-Vorg, la mejor fuerza de combate del Imperio, la famosa y temida Legión del Tigre Ebúrneo, se encontraba sin oposición a tan solo cinco días de marcha de la poderosa Gul-Kothoth, la más grande y antigua ciudadela fortaleza en todos los reinos vyrgothianos. La Legión del Tigre Ebúrneo no podía fácilmente contar sus numerosas y resonantes victorias, y su comandante, el legendario guerrero Baalthus Vane, dejó claro al Emperador que estaba ansioso por avanzar profundamente en las tierras enemigas y tomar el premio que le esperaba; ¡el asedio y captura de la antigua Gul-Kothoth! Y sin embargo, el Emperador Koord no ordenó a la Legión marchar, pues información perturbadora le había sido transmitida recientemente por sus espías en la Corte Real Vyrgothiana... Rumores sombríos abundaban de que los magos vyrgothianos habían descubierto finalmente los antiguos ritos arcanos que desatarían el poder encadenado por eones de la temida Corona de Obsidiana, un artefacto místico temible con miles de años de antigüedad, una diadema de joyas negras que se creía una vez había sido llevada sobre la inmortal frente del legendario Rey de las Sombras ¡Ésta escrito en la leyenda, que si los antiguos hechizos de poder que envolvían el artefacto fueran despertados de nuevo, entonces un increíble y casi ilimitado poder ruinoso sería otorgado a cualquier ejército que llevara la Corona a la batalla... ¿Habían los magos de Vyrgothia verdaderamente descubierto las conjuraciones perdidas en el tiempo necesarias para potenciar la Corona de Obsidiana, oculta durante siglos en las bóvedas de mármol de su ciudadela ebúrnea? Ansioso por conocer la verdad, el Emperador envió a su hechicero más poderoso a través del gran Mar Interior a la Corte del Rey Supremo, bajo el pretexto de ofrecer los términos de rendición vyrgothianos. Se le ordenó usar todas sus habilidades hechiceras para descubrir la verdad... una verdad pronto aclarada por el despectivo rechazo de los términos del Imperio, y el mensaje temiblemente sombrío dado al hechicero por el Mago Maestro de Vyrgothia, con el cual regresar al Emperador:
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