Optio-Centuriae

  "No! You'll not have me...! My power cannot die...! Curse you!"  The lich could only stare in horror as he was pulled closer and closer toward the Black Cauldron, it's iron surface burning hot red, illuminating the face of the Death-Lord carved upon it's side. He clung to the ledges of the cauldron's opening, the winds whipping up around him with the intensity of a thunderstorm... Caught within the current of the cauldron, the Horned King's powers were severed.  From within his own body, the Horned King could feel his blood boil and burn ; his skin began to bubble and crack, breaking off from his body, little by little.  There wa

Once upon a time, in the mystic land of Prydain, there was once a king so cruel and so evil that even the gods feared him... Since no prison could hold him, he was thrown alive into a crucible of molten iron ; and there his demonic spirit remained, imprisoned in the form of a great, black cauldron... For uncounted centuries, the Black Cauldron remained hidden, waiting while evil men searched for it, for it was said that whoever possessed the cauldron had the power to resurrect an army of deathless warriors ; and with them, rule the world...   Once upon a time, in that very same world lived another king... Much like his predecessor,