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 northwar