Five carefully placed smoke bombs go off
Dark shadows dance across the bottom floor
Of Palace Oligako.
Guards begin to fall at their posts. The shadows
Move with the wind.
The great ascent has begun.
One by one, the shadows sweep the palatial levels.
Guards fall with swift and silent grace. The gla** begins to darken
As The Three give blessing to the shadows. Only silence deafens.
A red mist fills the air, as the space between life and d**h does tear
One shadow meets another.
The great ascent has begun.
As the tower steepens, the gla** does point.
The throne room stands alone.
King Oligako feels the mist of the shadows.
The alarm is sounded.
From its monumental cage, an ancient force of both sand and gla** awakens
For it has been 2112 cycles since its slumber last abated.
With the speed of maddening rage, the Warlord Attanotia fills
The Big Sky with a flash of diamond light as he rides his Black Horse
Into the heat of the shadows.
The great ascent has begun.
Swinging wildly into the mists, Attanotia hits nothing.
The shadows lift lightly away.
The guards at each of the gate stations stand alive and well
With their hands of the draw wires. For it has been an illusion.
The great ascent has begun.
The shadows lift in laughter, as all gates begin to open.
At first the roar is faint, but as quickly as Attanotia arrived
The levels of Palace Oligako began to fill with the young and starving.
The Warlord swings with a force no match for the revolt, many will never
See the river again.
Hundreds are slaughtered, yet more fill the levels to die fighting.
The Den of the Warlord darkens, and Attanotia turns to face the gla**
With a slight swell, The Nacarat grow tired of this menace, and without
The slightest change in the wind, the warlord is swept away in the shadows
Leaving only the faintest mist. King Oligako stumbles back into his thrown.
There is only one chance.
It will be His last stand.
The tower now dances with song of the young and starving
The King must regain control. Release the Twin Sheiks.