(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...)