Audio version available here. Thanks to Adam for the subtitle.
‘When autumn winds begin to blow
And November skies hang dark and low
One shall rise, to challenge the long held throne'
Brimming with the confidence of a man who beliefs prophecy to be his ally, the Swamp King executes his most daring maneuver to date, an all out assault on the lands of the Tuscaloosa.
Foolhardy though it may seem, Lord Orgeron knows that he will never see a better opportunity. His army’s morale is high, their bellies full, and their minds clear. And so it must be, for if the Fighting Tigers are to defeat the Crimson Emperor’s forces they must be perfect.
The Emperor Saban’s might is well known throughout ALL lands. Never before in Southeasteros has such a ruthless killing machine been assembled. Many believe to court them is to court death itself.
But many, the Swamp King is not. Yes, the fighting will be fierce, the price high, but if Lord Orgeron should manage to defeat the Crimson Emperor, immortality awaits!
Thus, do the Swamp King’s forces march to their potential doom with their heads held high and songs in their breast. His men do not fear death; they merely fear being forgotten. With that fear held at bay with the promise of immortality, The Swamp King’s forces line up to give battle, with intertwining visions of doom and glory dancing in the skies….
In the distance, at the top of the tower, wreathed in crimson flame, Emperor Saban has received reports that the Swamp King’s armies have arrived on his doorstep…
"Come…. Come to me little Swamp King and let us dance the jig of fate…. on this day you will learn what it meas to feel the WRATH of the Crimson Emperor… Foolish little “KING”… you seek to challenge me? You think I will fall to your blade because of some words uttered by an old hag in a forest?!?!?! Very well then little prince… Come forth and I will give you what you seek… YOUR FATE IS SEALED… “