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The sounds wake me, though I am not frightened.

I feel a presence. It smells of sulfur and blackness.

*Hail to the Old Gods.

I offer myself, take from me what you will.

To my reflection I speak in whispers.

What magik is this?

*Hail to the Old Gods.

**They call to me, Vardoger.

To guide my spirit, they watch over me.

To you I pray, for the strength of rage.

I assemble my forces, and prepare for battle.

A vision of a battlefield.

This must be the foresight of the seer.

Guide me to my triumphant fate, or my glorious death.

**They call to me, Vardoger.

To guide my spirit, they watch over me.

To you I pray, for the strength of rage.

I assemble my forces, and prepare for battle.

March for glory!

March for victory and revenge!

*Hail to the Old Gods.

**They call to me, Vardoger.

To guide my spirit, they watch over me.

To you I pray, for the strength of rage.

I assemble my forces, and prepare for battle.