A sword has arisen from the south. For too long now has sorrow been cast upon this land. For too long has this North Eastern winter deprived us of hope. By week’s end, a new power will unsheathe its sword and end this darkness.
For nearly a score has this Giant reigned. Disguised as a lover of liberty the Giant has deceived and enslaved the people. His spies have gone through the land. His deceptions have taken wind from their hopes. Surely, he has ruled with an iron hand. Verily, his time is over!
Age has slowed him. While is mind is as cunning as ever, his body yields to the passing of time. His arm his weakening. Now is the time for his downfall! Now is the time to break his shackles!
Behold the Sword of the South! Its time has come. A new age will dawn upon all men of good will. Only one thing remains to be done—march into his dominion and plunge the sword into the heart of the enemy. The sword is both strong and swift. May you strike him deeply and repeatedly until no life is left.
The time of winter shall be over; a Southern sun shall shine on us all.