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The Great Dracothion, Storm's End, Weishaupt, Anor Londo is commonly known as home for us. During his travels across the Azyr system, our father's ship was found saving each planet from the Xenos and Daemon. The Eight Worlds of the course will always be grateful whenever they saw the massive ship in orbit, either as a savior or to bring damnation upon them. Although the VII Legion will always say that the Phalanx is the greatest, they are wrong. The Dracothion is by far is beyond what even the Emperor's battleship could hope to match. However, at the same time, it is our home, always traveling, wandering across the stars bringing Imperial Truth. We are not blind like our cousins to the truth about what hides within the Warp or those 'Aliens.' We find comfort in our brotherhood and companions. 

Our honor rolls are hidden from our cousins; we wear masks to protect what we do and how we fight, for we are only fond of a few. Our cousins from the IV, XII, and VIII are far more welcoming than many others. It is funny seeing my father get along with the Lord of Iron and Lord of the Red Sands so well. Funny how Lord of Iron's sister and younger brother and my father's wives get along whenever we wage war together. While the Abyssalwalker and The Bloody have become legends among the luminaries, my father even gave the Lord of the Red Sands a personal weapon forge by his hand, an ax that is said Lord Primarch still uses in honor of their friendship and brotherhood. Although my father and the Dark King had several fights, there is still kinship among them. Respect and understanding, but I genuinely believe it was my father saying that his brother's sons were far more like us, hunters of the dark, the thankless ones as my father once told us. I recently fought beside the Prince of Crows during our last campaign. It was an exciting and enlightening experience as he even saw the lie we try to hide.

I must go now. We will be gathering up the fleets. It seems the Emperor plans to call us to censor what our spies have told us. It has seemed that Emperor will be sending his wolves, hounds, fist, and blade against my father. He calls his sons together, having already given us the option and choice. Something that many of us never believe was possible. However, this is my home, my father, and my brothers. We will stand against what has come, and not even the Emperor, Sigillite, or the so-call Gods will come.

Unfinished memoirs of High Constable of the Grey, Grandmaster Ordo Draconis, and former Legion Master of the Witch Hunters

Dragon Slayer Ornstein

Gwyn was breathing; his heavily newly forge armor was easiest, the most impressive power armor one could hope to match. The grip on his newly forge swordspear was far more potent than it originally was, mainly thanks to Ellen's improvements, thanks to the Dracothion's armory. However, the Necron warriors' sight matching towards him told a very different feeling at the moment. He rose, rushing forward, swinging wide, cutting through the Necron warriors in front of him. The planet he was currently on was a Tomb World of Undying King, Great Betrayer, and He Who Shall Not Be Named. It was ironic that this Necrom Dynasty was Nagash, who was currently standing at the Nodal command center. He activated his spear, causing it to surge with golden lightning shooting out, striking and chaining against the rows and rows of Necron warriors.

"Carinus, how does it look on the surface" he vox grabs one of the warriors' robotic heads and rips it off from the body.

"Not good, Gwyn. The forces on the surface are holding out thanks to your training and preparation. However, even with our planetary strikes from the Dracothain, we aren't able to do too much," Carinus responds from the ship.

Gwyn knew that this was troublesome once he destroyed the space station, his new starship. It became a lot easier for him to travel the system. So he decides to head to the system that he originally wanted to go to, the world of Shyish. A Tomb World that held Nagash, which honestly wasn't right, especially since Necromancer was awake at this moment. It wasn't long before the Lychguard matched the forward step lock with their Dispersion Shields and Hyperphase Swords. What he could only guess was the leader with a massive warscythe held within its grasp.

"Arkhan, deal with this creature," Nagash voice sound throughout the throne room as the Necron Overlord, himself, stood at the center, still activating the Tomb World.

Arkhan gripped the warscythe tighter "Your servant obeys my master," the robotic voice stated as the Lychguard match forward.

"Ellen, please tell you done with the hacking or whatever you're doing," Gywn whisper, tossing the swordspear, throwing it at the Necron Lord. The speartip pierces through the robotic shoulder, quickly grabbing Ghal Maraz, slamming against the first of the Lych Guard, reaching Gwyn.

There was no response from within his armor as he smashes another comfortably, batting them away like they were nothing. He again thanks his Primarch strength before backstepping from a stab to another, quickly using his hammer's hook to move the shield away, using the pommel to strike the head. It would seem that Gwyn had the advantage, at least for the moment. It was the only thing he was able to do, trying to make progress towards the alter. Arkhan stood between him and Nagash warscythe glowing green with power eyes surging with the same power type.

The scythe swing was faster than Gwyn thought, but not by much as he meets the blade with his hammer causing a collision and sparks to fly. Luckily with that exchange, he was able to push back the Lychguard, yet it was still an ongoing battle. He was genuinely hoping that Ellen would come up with some quickly.

"Gwyn, I am not in their system, yet I can figure out what he was trying to do. There is some beacon on one of the worlds. He is trying to activate almost a network throughout the galaxy. It's ancient, very ancient, to be completely honest, while at the same time, he is trying to awaken all the Necrons too. It's taking up a lot of processing power," Ellen finally response to Gwyn's previous attempts.

He quickly thought about what he just told, which told him fast enough, seeing the staggering form of Arkhan straggling backways, knowing it would only last for a moment. Gwyn took advantage of quickly swinging the destructive strike from his legendary weapon striking the Necron's chest. The attack was like thunder causing the machine's body to encave itself from the strike's strength. Ghal Maraz, like always, overpowered, quickly crushing the metal of the undying race. He did not think about just finishing off the machine, for the biggest problem was ahead of him.

The sight of Nagash's arms raised gauss energy surging around his fingertips like that of lightning. Those glowing green eyes filled with power even though it wasn't the Fantasy Nagash. It was still quite the sights of the exile from the Necron Dynasty right before Nameless King. He had to stop this madman. If Nagash was the same as what he read in the books, then the Lord was very dangerous for the whole system.

"The Silent King will know fear once again. I have arrived once again," Nagash roar in his machinal voice, feeling unstoppable, feeling the power of his tomb world surging through him and allowing him to access all its system. "And you will not stop me, for you will die," he roared; the lighting was still surging even the wound that he had didn't even seem to affect him.

Gwyn stares at Nagash for a time tightening the grip on Ghal Maraz, the words of a battle cry coming to his lips.

"In War, Victory" takes a single step.

"In Peace, Vigilance," voice getting louder.

"In Death, Sacrifice," roaring out the oath unafraid.

Say what you will about the other manlings. It's those of the Second that genuinely understand how to work a machine. Sure, they gave us the independence with the Stormlord, himself, freeing our two worlds of Aqshy and Hysh, bringing back our Clans together. And never once did he force us to submit to him; instead, he wishes for us to work on his ship and allow him to use our forge to make his armor and weapons. Sure he gave us great ideas for new power armor, Iron Golems, arms, and vehicles that cause our High King to have mouth-watering with greed. If I didn't think that manling wasn't a normal manling, I would eat my beard.

Dawi takes a long drink from his mug filled with what they call Bugman's Ale.

Oh, when the High King and the so-call Overlord of theirs well, I will let you know that it is a good thing that Stormlord was there because Grudgebearer would have thrown the book at that space-faring runt. Oh, sure, we of Aqshy are the masters of the forge and technology; we will never deny that even if those red robe fools say differently with their so-call 'Machine-Spirit' talk. Those Kharadron are the best shipbuilders you will ever see, with their shipyard encompassing the whole of Hysh. Thanks to the Traveler's activation, space travel has become far more comfortable for navigators and those manling Navigators. They are still a bunch of airheads that should stay on the ground, though.

The Dawi takes another drink.

It doesn't matter the Duardin has reunited thanks to the Stormlord. We made our oath to help him whenever this so-call Emperor would show to take him to war. Lebehold, that massive golden ship that shows up a couple of years later with a fleet of warships, orders us to surrender to the Imperium of Man. Many Duardin thought the Stormlord would forget his oaths to our High King and Overlord, yet he did not. I did hear those stupid Cog-idiots got all angry about not having our forge world for themselves or the shipyard. 

Dawi turns to the side-splitting after that statement.

Too bad Stormlord knows how to honor his oaths, him and his men, all of them always do right by our alliance and us. Plus, it will give a chance to find a worthy death. Come along, manling war afoot.

Documentarist Mersadie Oliton speaks with a Dawi Slayer known as Gotrek Gurnisson, a personal friend of Lord Gwyn. 

Leaves with fellow Remembrancer Ignace Karkasy, personal Story-smith of Gotrek Gurnisson, after giving a drunken oath.

Gwyn rubs his nose sitting in the meeting room. Duardian people, Aqshy Dawi, lay to the right while left sat Hysh Kharadron, both staring at each other. After dealing with the Necrons, it had been a challenging journey, making sure they are forever locked away. The wounds that Gwyn gain after Nagash still hurt, yet they were still just collection upon the new ones that he got fighting against Khorne's and Tzeentch's daemons for these two planets. It was even more of a surprise that Gwyn found both different types of Dawi on these planets. If he had to guess, he would describe the Dawi of Aqshy, a mixture of the Warhammer Fantasy and Fyreslayers, especially with three legendary figures sitting on his left side of the long wooden table. High King Thorgrim Grudgebearer wore very highly advanced power armor to forge himself when he stood up High King's title.

The High King's right was Slayer King Ungrim Ironfist with spike red hair, black power armor, broad power ax, and slayer crown to complete his look. The left was King Belegar Ironhammer, also wearing grey silver power armor thick white beard. These Dawi are hardened warriors fighting against daemons and monsters' horrors since they first appeared. It had been a stalemate. Gwyn showed up with Dracothion raining down hell and destruction upon the Daemon's fortresses. The war with Gwyn saves each of these Dwarve's lives more than once, earning quite a debt of honor from each of them. It had been funny hearing that Gwyn just wanted his ship restocked and if it was possible to forge some armor for himself and a few weapons.

He took his eyes off his oath-bound friends before looking to the right, which sat those of Kharadron Overlords, shipbuilder, mercantile, and very aggressive brunch of dawi that Gwyn could have ever guessed. Now, this was where things got very confusing for him, at least in remembering how Games Workshop did their dwarves or Duardin as they called in the Age of Sigmar. The foremost leader of the delegation of Kharadron Dawi was Lord-Magnate Brokk Grungsson in some custom void power armor suit, the bronze mask which belongs to the claim placed upon the table. Now that was normal to Gwyn, which in itself was a strange realization that he was getting normalized with his new life.

The other two on either side of Brokk cause him the confusion, for they were Tolkien-style dwarves mix with Kharadron. What was worst was those that came with Lord Magnate. The Dawi on the man's right, known as Admiral Thorin II Oakshield, looked like Hobbit movie Thorin, just older, battle-scarred, and a power sword at his side armor fingertips is rubbing the pommel. While the left held the most ancient-looking Dawi that looked like Hobbit-movie Balin with the longest snow-white beard, a Dwarf could hope to gain over the century of life with the scars to prove. He is an Endringrandmaster, the only living one. It was Gwyn's understanding that Balin was just a beardling when the Skeksis show up surviving. Plus, the fact Hysh held a beacon, like Pharos, and with Tzeentch's Daemons trying to do something with it, he had to stop it.

It had been strange once Gwyn help liberated the volcanic world of Aqshy. The High King asked if he could take his armies to Hysh to try to save their kin. It was quite the sight first time seeing the massive shipyard rings. It was almost like three rings around the yellow planet. Each shipyard ring reminds Gwyn of Kuat Drive Yards Orbital Array, only three of them, each easily able to massive produce starships of all sizes, shapes, and classes. The sight had been shocking, yet the orbital array seems to be in disuse plus with what could have been daemon infection upon those arrays. Thorgrim had not been happy when seeing their once-mighty shipyards in such a way that he all but order Jaina to fire the lancers.

Gwyn, luckily, stopped that order and quickly told his friend that this was his ship, not his own, and wanted answers and to see if anyone was alive. Several Sky-Ports were still active fighting off the daemon invaders known as Skeksis foul scheming daemons playing their games while trying to kill off the Kharadon. Once Gwyn and Thogrim start to communicate with Brokk and the other Admirals, the invasion quickly began. Once again, Gwyn had been quite surprised seeing daemon Skeksis when retaking the planet, but the wound he got from SkekSo, who had been trying to corrupt the Beacon for Tzeentch. However, most of the Skeksis fleet retreated to their conquer world of Chamon from what the Primarch learned later. Gwyn knew that the Skeksis and would slash SkekSo's head off with his spear.

"So, you think you can just show up after centuries of silence and demand for our shipyards after finally driving off those birds?" Brokk growled out, looking at Thorgrim.

"Aye, I think we shall. We were the ones that show up to deal with those robotic Garthim." Thorgim said, remembering fighting those robotic monstrous.

Brokk growled out, "What have you fought against, oh High King, while we were fighting to save our shipyards, never giving an inch until we were forced to retreat. Where were your warriors when they tried to destroy one of the three rings? Where I had to command over half of our ships to stop the destruction."

Thorgrim ground his teeth when hearing the accusation, "Oh, where were you, Overlord, with our mighty star fleets when Aqshy became the volcanic world it is now instead of the once beautiful Karaz Ankor? Oh, where were you when those daemons came flooding through the breaches of the sea of souls," he roars, slamming his fist against the wooden table.

It wasn't long before both sides rose, weapons in hands, ready to fight right here and there over oaths and honors. Until Gwyn slammed his fist down, causing the wood to break from the strength that he gave, that action causes both sides to stop turning and looking at the looming figure that stood up from the head of the table.

"Enough, both of you are kin, both of you are Duardin, surviving the horrors of the warp and the terrible things that open up within this system. Instead of fighting over the Array, you both should be glad your kindred are alive, and there are enemies to slay still," he said, looking between Thorgrim and Brokk for a very long time.

Neither of them would back down their pride, and stubbornness wasn't going to allow them. Gwyn could see it in both leaders' eyes. That could not be primarily for what he plans to do next, especially with Chamon still within the grasp of those Skeksis at this very moment. He would need both Dawi, Kharadron, and Men to deal with a full invasion. So Gwyn came up with an idea hoping that it would work.

"Remember, my friends, we still have the whole system to liberate from Daemon and other Horrors, but the Skeksis still have their claws sunk in Chamon, and that cannot be allowed. I know that Mallus will fight for us, especially for trade goods from both of you. We can reclaim this whole system for all of us and live in peace. Then if or when to threaten or invade, then we come together to fight them off, for this is our home," Gwyn spoke, seeing this system as his home, and he knew that he would like to go back to Mallus to live a peaceful life until drag off to endless war.

It was a true statement, although both leaders knew they would have to work out their difference, especially with so much time apart, they had bigger enemies to deal with, causing the six dwarves to slide back down on their seats. The tension was still thick in the air between the two parties that were within the conference room.

"Brokk, how long would it take you to repair the shipyards, all of them with the help of Thorgrim's Iron Golems?" Gwyn asked, figuring that this would be a more natural way to start the conversation and plan with an invasion.

The Kharadron thought about it before looking at Balin, having the ancient dwarf speak, "With our combined industrial mighty and with the help of the Golems at least fifteen maybe twenty years. Those creatures never destroyed anything try to affect it with the warp making warp engines and daemon ships. Luckily they never got too far in that aspect with the array since we kept raiding their dock burning and destroying everything," Balin said, blinking slowly in thought, stroking his snow-white beard.

Gwyn knew that was quite a long time. It would give those damn cultists time to dig in and try to gather up the warp again. He was once still thankful that being within a system filled with Nulls and Pariah made things a lot easier for them, at least for now. He sat back down within his chair in thought about what he said. It gave them the time to come up with something, even gather up the invasion force against them. He was tapping his fingertips against the wood in thought, looking between the two powers that control both the weapons and the ship, which he would desperately need in the future.

"I have two worlds free from both the Drukhari and another alien threat. Including both of your planets within this group, we have half the system free. All of us know the threat Skeksis are. We don't even know if they are daemons. I believe they're an alien race that follows the Blue Eagle. Right now, I do not want them to get a bigger foothold within the system. We still have four planets that need rescuing, plus whatever abandon ships that are out there. So something to help both of you," Gwyn tapped the table, causing images to appear on either side of the table, allowing the two Duardian to read what sort of equipment and ships they could build.

The holographic images were floating between the six members, their eyes quickly looking over the designs, styles, information, and the potential from what they were seeing. It wasn't long before Thorgrim laughed with Brokk immediately following him. Gwyn just gave a smile seeing that he hopefully got himself the future help.

"Boy, this is quite the idea you have, and you're just giving this to us," Thorgrim asks, glancing over the schematics of the different ships, each one more impressive than the last.

Gwyn gave a small smile. "No, but I do give them freely. I only ask for you to repair my home and give me access to the Anvil of the Ancestors to forge the armor and weapons I would need in the future. Also, I wish to discuss the future, something that will affect the whole system and probably the galaxy," he said, his voice took a grim tone when speaking about the future.

The last statement caught the attention of the gathered Dawi, showing they would listen to their Dawi-friend having earn the title for all he had done for them. What was said had all six Dawi grim faces ready to face death, for they knew that it wasn't just their little system indeed, but the whole galaxy. The oaths that swore and were written within blood made by everyone told the seriousness of what was said.