Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis,
and the rise of the sons of Aryas,
there was an age undreamed of.
And onto this, Conan, destined to wear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia upon a troubled brow.
It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga.
Let me tell you of the days of high adventure!
"Hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand,a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth,to tread the jeweled thrones of the earth under his sandled feet."- The Nemedian Chronicles
Conan won his crown and fulfilled his destiny to be King by his own hand.
But this is not the end of his story. It is just the beginning of his legend.
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