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They came before the warp storms ravage the galaxy. We thought they were friends, so beautiful bluebirds. The Aliens promised such things, but they were lies, all lies. Oh, they didn't come with threats, violence, or even death; it was a smile, friendship, and promises to make things better. That was what those Xenos pledged to us. Instead, we became their slaves, playthings, and even sometimes cattle for their food. It only got worst once the Warp Storm came revealing what they indeed were monsters with their armies of Garthim. It wasn't until later that those abominations were the last race they conquered, and they decided to change them into something more and far more loyal. I was taken early by Scientists to see if we are useful, just like the Garthim. When stolen, a little girl is to experiment, for I don't know how long, but I survive only to become something more. I honestly thought done once it locked me in stasis after my last outburst. After the conquest of Chamon, I met my future husband, and I become known as the Ice Queen of Chamon. Simply because he said he would never take a crown or rule. I still hate him; make me the Elector Countess of Chamon.

Winter Queen Elsa Elector Countess of Chamon Wife-Consort of Gwyn 

Personal Journal Entry

Sudden bright lights caused Elsa's blindness for what felt like an eternity. However, fear was quickly starting to enter her mind. It had to be more experiments by SkekTek and his flunkies that suck up to him. She was weak, but she had to do something to fight against those monsters that kept her locked up within her Stasis cage for their prize toy. Elsa knew that those monsters changed her genetic makeup. She could fight to try to gather that power within her to unleash.

Sadly, nothing came. Elsa was weak, unable to call forth angry, rage, and hatred to those monsters that did this to her. However, instead of that voice that high pitch vile voice, she would typically hear either strapped to an operating table or lock within her cell for testing. It was a different voice, a deep voice almost like something one would listen to from a thunderstorm.

"Are you okay?" the very male voice asked, leading Elsa to a place for her to sit.

Elsa's sight was slowly starting to return to her, yet it was her hearing that told her something had happened, the sound of battle echoing through the Citadel. The cries outside and explosions said to her that the Skeksis had lost terribly. The lab was a wreck once her sight return, the broken Garthim bodies throughout the room. Garthim organic and robotic parts littered everywhere. It causes Else to look at the strange mixture of soldiers standing around heavily armed.

The first thing she notices was the mixture of both humans and concise people. She remembers hearing about planets filled with a group known as the Dawi. However, that had been so long ago, Chamon had lost contact with the two Dawi held worlds. She witnesses both of them wearing a mix of power armor and carapace armor, each black with a strange-looking helm that enclosed their heads. There was a mixture of lasgun, plasma guns, grenade launchers, and shotguns. Elsa saw some of the Dawi held mighty axes and hammers instead of range weapons, yet the person before her caused her to worry.

The heavy armor man towers over everyone within the room; even the Dawi seems shorter than those of standard height. Elsa's attempt was handsome, yet he was just so unnatural at the same time as she couldn't even stare at him or be near him. She could not think anymore until a water jug is in her grasp.

"Here, drink up from the records we were able to uncover. You haven't left Stasis for quite some time," the man said in a gentle voice, not to scare her.

Slowly she places the jug to her lips, tasting the delicious clean water that she hasn't eaten something that clean in such a long time. She continues to drink, unable to stop feeling almost cleanse after being forced to drink all those disgusting concoctions over the years. It wasn't until the jug was empty that she finally felt better, at least for the moment.

"Who are you?" she asked, looking up at the group of soldiers.

The largest of men spoke, "I guess we are the liberation force sent here by the combined forces of Aqshy, Shyish, Hysh, and Malleus. We finished driving the Skeksis out of this Citadel. The whole planet is completely free from their influence," a smile appears on his face when he spoke.

"Did you kill them all?" Elsa asked, a chill tone with each word spoken

The smile quickly disappeared from his face letting out a sigh. "No, they rip open a portal to the warp escaping. Luckily we got many of them, but too many still got away. I don't know when I will face them again, but I will make sure I finish the job," he spoke, angry lace each word he said.

She slowly tightens the grip on the jug, angry, rage, and fear course through her body; just thinking about it slowly, the jar within her grasp began to freeze; everyone within the lab notice this slow backing up, starting to raise their guns and melee weapons.

The leader gave a gesture to keep their weapons done. "Ma'am," he spoke slowly, bending down, so they were eye level with each other.

Elsa noticed how blue his eyes were, not like hers, not the icicle blue. It was more like the storm blue raging with power and strength without even thinking, "Beautiful," she said just loud enough for everyone in the lab.

A smile appeared on his lips when hearing her. "Thank you, Ma'am, and you have beautiful eyes as well. Although I will say, this Stasis has done wondrous for you like a winter rose strong yet only survives through the harshness of winter," he said, taking the jug out from her hand yet having it scatter from Gwyn's strength.

She blushed without realizing what she said, yet it only got worse when the mysterious man spoke in such away. "Sorry, I am Elsa," she shouted, wincing at the sound of her voice.

A chuckle came deep in his throat. "You can call me Gwyn," he said, holding out a hand cover in power armor color of black and silver.

"Elsa," she said again, turning read once again, realizing that she just said her name twice.

"Gwyn," he responded, taking her hand with his own, still feel the cold, which told him it wasn't warped ability.

Gwyn stood up, still not believe that was an Emperor-on-high Disney Princess sitting right in front of him. He stared honesty quickly at the top five or even three Disney Princesses he liked in his previous life. It had always been Elsa and Belle for the top, Jasmine, and Ariel or Merida. He did see how ASB gave him what he needed within this star system. It did not mean this wasn't a strange experience or even just so out of the blue.

"Lieutenant," he turns slightly to look at one of his men. "Secure all the labs make sure there aren't any more prisoners or worst. If Ellen or Margarita says there is no hope, then please put them out of their misery," Gwyn order, to which the Lieutenant gave a salute before clicking sounds coming from the helmets causing the team to move on.

Elsa noticed how soldiers never relaxed and were always prepared as they lifted their weaponry, head out, checked corners, and tapped each of the shoulders as they moved up. The Dawi even followed them, yet those with the axes and hammers went ahead, crackling their power weapons ready. She looks back at the shattered jug that had once been in her hands, staring at her perfectly normal hands for what felt forever until looking up at him.

"I guess you can guess that those monsters did something to me," she said, clasping her hands together.

A nod was her answer, yet there was no pity, fear, nor even hatred when she looks up into Gwyn's eyes, seeing just understanding. Although still here, the feeling of wrongness was less jus for a moment when he reached out, placing one hand over her own.

"It's okay you survive because you are stronger than what those monsters did to you. Your world is free now and will rebuild, returning to its former glory again. I and everyone else will stay here to help you and your world," Gwyn said in a soft voice meaning every word he spoke.

She tried to control herself not to feel like she always did whenever SkekTek's knives cut into her flesh, needles piercing her skin, or even putting her into the icebox. Skeksis's scientists were wanting to see the results of her gaining some ability. It wasn't until her cryogen abilities appear after staying in the Ice Box for over three days injected with a new forum. SkekTek's concoction was just curious to see what would happen to her. The first time she could freeze everything, she tried to escape, dragging back after Elsa's escape attempt. It only made SkekTek interested in her far more because of her new abilities.

Gwyn didn't speak, just looking at her, yet he did something that he was quite surprised for he felt for Elsa. He gently wrapped his arms around her hugging her, showing that everything was going to be alright. Gwyn didn't speak, but the sobbing Elsa did get louder, wrapping her arms around his overly large waist. He didn't know what to do, but he just stroke the smalls of her back, hoping that it would ease whatever suffering she went through.

"Gwyn, the soldiers are retreating. It seems there were far more Garthim within the castle than what our scans showed. Everyone is beginning to retreat; you need to leave with the girl now." The voice of Carinus echoed throughout his suit since the Warden was a part of his case during this mission.

The sound of fighting in the distance caused Gwyn to quickly pick up Elsa into his arms, rushing out of the laboratory. Elsa was confused, especially by the sudden action, but that quickly disappeared when seeing the black forms of the Garthim clicking and skittering throughout the whole way. One was getting close before Elsa could even blink. The massive swordspear pierced right through the body of the strange organic machine. However, it did nothing to stop these machines that kept rushing forth.

"I hate Jim Henson and his brilliant yet scary fucking mind," Gwyn whispered to himself, activating the Dragonslayer swordspear.

A surge of lighting came to life within the weapon shooting out at the first Garthim before chaining to the next one and another. The chain lightning was working correctly, but the over-large hallway was filled with them. It was quickly becoming that the electricity wasn't enough. Gwyn clicked his tongue, seeing this was going to be messy.

Elsa was scared when Gwyn suddenly stopped running with a massive stained glass window behind them. She knew that this was not going to be a good thing at all. The increasing sounds of Garthim were quite problematic. She didn't understand what Gwyn would do, but she had to do something after receiving freedom; she would not lose it ever again. Elsa felt something cold spreading throughout her body. She couldn't explain it yet. She just knew that it could help. The young woman began to struggle within Gwyn's grasp. He was too distracted from the sight of the wall of black, glowing yellow eyes staring at the two.

She finally jumped down from the impossibly tall warrior standing right in front of the oncoming Garthim. However, feeling nervous, scared, or afraid, Elsa felt at peace, like what she was about to do felt natural. Gwyn felt Elsa jump out of his grasp, standing in front of him, not knowing what she was doing, but he rushed to try and save her. It seemed it was an unnecessary action. Elsa lifted her hands, feeling a surge of power course through her body finally release. The floor under Elsa began to freeze slowly, spreading out almost like it was growing. It eventually reaches the limit; she thrust out her hands, causing the ice to shot outwards, covering the walls, floor, and ceiling, freezing everything.

Everyone single Garthim froze by Elsa's power. It was quite shocking seeing such strength from the woman in front of Gwyn. It was quite the sight, but Elsa wobbled from the sudden use of her power, having never used her cryogenic abilities. Before she fell over, she felt strong, powerful arms wrapped around her holding her up.

"It's alright, you did good," Gwyn whispered, showing that she has done a great job.

Elsa felt her eyes growing more substantial. "Please don't let this be a dream," she whispered the exhausting quickly, taking her before fall asleep.

Gwyn just had a small smile, "Carinus states," he requests, looking at the tens of thousands of frozen warriors before him.

"Chamon is secure; all warp tears have been close. The natives are starting to realize they are free. Everything is a success," the Warden stated within the vox.

The Primarch gave a nod of his head. "Good; I guess we have a lot of work to do to make sure that our five planets have stable trade routes now. Tell the medical that I am bringing someone aboard and have Margarita ready to advise and help," he ordered, picking Elsa up, heading out of the Dark fortress.

I am not going to talk about that mess of Ghur and Ghyran. I don't care what people tell you how the story is just unbelievable. Well, of fucking, course it is unbelieving I was in the fucking warp for what felt like centuries or more. Oh, don't get me started on Lileath for being the Goddess of knowledge. Who stupidly runs into Gork's and Mork's domain, thinking it's a good idea. An idiot, that's what I am saying. Do you know how much work it was fighting GODS? It's fucking hard. I have the scars to provide it. Do not get me started on Isha, and that fuck up warp is so fucking confusing that we 'stumble' into the Sick Fat Fuck's Garden is bullshit. Lileath knew where she was going the whole fucking time.

Gwyn's conversation with Malcador the Sigillite

He gave us back our faith our two, thought, lost Goddesses, and all he asks was a simple favor to give certain items to his wayward brothers on their adopted home. How could we, Harlequin, not find this funny. What's more, the Nameless King kept pushing the buttons of the so-call. 'Mightiest' Eldrad Ulthran such a probing for the stupidy the Farseer had for everything he did. How could I not offer to help him in such a small errand after returning our goddesses to us? Laughing God does have such a sense of humor. I have to keep my eye on the Nameless King.

Harlequin Motley, after meeting with Gwyn laughing at the request.

Eldrad Ulthran came out of the webway ready for a battle that he foresaw, but instead, he saw nothing. He looked around behind his war mask, seeing both Mon-Keigh at least three different types of these humans. However, the Exodite kin was also standing beside them. No weapons rose against each other. Instead, it was far more like they were guarding the last warp rift that flicked and crackled before the group. Eldard even saw a Harlequin troupe standing around, laughing at the unseen joke before them. The Farseer didn't know what to do, but his warriors were getting worried, so he stepped forth to understand what had happened. Eldrad had seen a vision of an endless tide of Orks lead by two different Warchief of power wanting to claim the world. However, instead, he saw three groups that he would never think together, not killing each other.

"Are you the Farseer that was supposed to be a lot sooner?" a hardened voice called Eldrad turned his head, looking at a beautiful woman, by human standards, standing there wearing armor and hair tied in a long braid ponytail.

Before Eldrad could say anything, one of his warriors growled: "Watch your tone Mon-Keigh; this is Eldard Ulthran," he stated, gripping his shuriken catapult tightly.

The response received an eye roll. "Oh, I am sorry. Do forgive me since I am just an inferior being of some exterminated by you foolish Craftworld idiots," she said, waving her hands acting scared of the warrior.

Eldrad quite took back by the response, "Do forgive Lady Elsa Farseer the war on two different worlds took a toll on all of us. These new strains of Orks are especially different far smarter, vicious, and quite cunning, much like those of the past." A Great Harlequin said, coming up with quite the bow towards Eldard and the others.

Elsa just rolled her eyes. "Please, Lathrangil, I am quite finished with that foolishness that your Shadow Weavers," a look from the mask Harlequin cause her to go her eyes once again. "Oh, I am sorry, Masque of the Shadow Weavers," she said, saying it almost like it was the stupidest thing one could say.

Lathrangil just giggled when hearing such a response, "Great Harlequin, what has happened? I foresaw our Exodite world overtaken by the Greenskins here. I saw two Warcheifs that embody the wills of the twin Gods that the Greenskins worship," Eldrad asks, not understanding how his visions were wrong.

"Oh, the Orks came through one of our abandoned webway gates that we locked during the fall. However, it seems the Warboss Grimgor is quite the cunning Ork had his weird boys force open the webway from the planet known as Ghur to here. It seemed that another Ork Warchief knew as Gordalk followed warring for this planet," a different Harliquen said with a bit of a laugh, shaking his head.

Eldrad foresaw the two different Warcheifs would bring down destruction upon them, but he didn't see anything. Although everyone was still on edge, there was a lightness in how everyone acted like peace. It was strange, not even during the height of the Empire. Then again, wars did make things curious when you are fighting side by side. Elsa still stood in front of the ripe into the Sea of Souls.

"You said both planets reconquered?" Eldard asked, remembering hearing that said before.

"Oh yes," Lathrangil said, waving his hands around at the beauty of Ghyran. "The Orks were pushing against us hard. Some of our tactics weren't working. Those warbosses were quite cunning until the Humans, Dawi, and Orgyns here. They came down fighting against Orks to help those humans that were on the planet. Luckily their leader came in contact with offers of help," he explained, dancing around almost like he was playing out the fight.

Elsa didn't turn away from the rift. "We got a communication from one of the old satellites around the planet. On our ship, the message was telling us about what was going on. So Gwyn decides to gather up to try and help. We did pretty well, but that fool had to offer a challenge against those oversized Orks leaders" she rolled her eyes, looking back at the rift. "Then those stupid Ork psykers lost their minds when Gwyn got close, which force a Warp rift to open up, sucking in the two warbosses and Gwyn into the warp," Elsa said with a sigh shaking her head.

The Farseer blinked. "Then, he is lost. No one will be able to survive within the Sea of Souls. How did you reconquer the other planet? Are you not still fighting?" he asked, wishing to know.

Everyone just laughed. It was Lathrangil who spoke, "Oh, the Nameless King had sent his trusted Generals to attack the savage planet of the Orks and beasts. While the main force was here quite genius, seeing an opening to strike. So he split his forces into leaving the larger force to fight against Ghur while sending a more rapid response force here allying with everyone to fight the Orks together," he said, laughing, shaking his head at the joke.

Eldrad was about to speak until Elsa cut him off. "We already receive word that Ghur has reconquered, and most of the Orks dealt with the Witchers at the moment. However, Gwyn is sucked into the warp after those idiots torn open the rift. So now we are waiting, hoping that he will return to us. He is not lost," she explained, slowly treating Eldard like an idiot.

The so-to-be legendary Farseer was about to speak when the rift began to react, quiver pulsing strangely until three figures broke through the breach, collapsing onto the ground. The separation into the warp occurred to close up, disappearing from the group of soldiers, warriors, and beings. Eldard's eyes widen behind his war mask, unable to understand what he was seeing. The two were with the oversized Mon-Keigh were two glorious, beautiful Eldar women lying on either side of him. They were perfect, even beyond what Eldar thought was beautiful. The one on the left was older from what Eldard could see, beautiful golden blond hair wearing torn and ripped white armor-like robes cover her body. She had the greenest of eyes like emblems blinking from the sudden experience of light but slowly filling up with tears.

Eldar woman on the right was younger bright red hair with sky blue eyes as she blinked as well, perfect in every way that an Eldar could consider beauty. She was wearing the same type of torn, ripped, and destroyed armor pieces with a few bruises and scars covering her unmasked face. However, like the older one, tears filled the woman's eyes, looking around the real world like she never saw anything like this before.

"Serious take a left here. We will be able to reach the tear, don't worry. Oh, the jungles mean we are getting closer. Getting closer, my fucking ass." The massive Mon-Keigh growled out, revealing thick long grey hair with an equally long beard covering the weather and beaten face. The armor was hit, torn, dent, and asunder on several blood pieces covering most of the works, including the weapons he held.

"GWYN," Elsa yelled, rushing over to help him up slowly as he groaned, allowing the mighty hammer to fall to the ground. The broken dragonslayer swordspear fell beside him from the centuries of use. It had only been lucky that Ghal Marz held together.

"I am okay, Elsa. I am okay," the man known as Gwyen whispered, leaning back before sitting down, breathing heavily. "Lathrangil, get some of your healers or Shadowseekers to check out those two. They've been in the warp for a very long time under very harsh conditions. Be respectful to them too. They are royalty in your religion and Kin to the Clown," Gwyn said, regaining his strength. His age features began to return to a youthful appearance, yet the long thick hair and beard remained.

Eldrad was utterly stunned, feeling the presence of the two fellows Aeldari that laid still in a complete daze at them being free from the warp. However, he felt like he knew who they were. It was impossible, though. They couldn't be here in the materium; it just couldn't be. Lathrangil did not seem much better at this point as several of his Shadowseers rushed over, helping the two women up, checking to see if they were still alive. The Farseer moved closer to them. A strange sense of nervousness came over him when truly seeing the two Aeldari before him.

"Who are you" he whispered, almost choking out the words.

The red hair Eldar spoke, "Lileath," She gasped out, feeling how her kin was around her helping her.

Afterward, the golden blonde spoke, "Isha," she said, blinking, feeling less in awe at what had happened.

"Not possible, our pantheon are dead eaten when She Who Thirsts was born," Eldard whispered out.

Gwyn spoke up, "Yeah, no, Isha was a prisoner of the Stag in his garden. While Lileath stupidly went to the realm of those Orks gods who were fighting over her like some prize," he said, looking at his beard seeing how silver grey it understood that he would have to trim it severely.

Eldrad spun around, pointing the Staff of Ulthamar the tip against Gwyn's battered chest piece. Suppose one could see behind his Ghosthelm, a look of pure rage formed. However, before he could even say anything, a mental strength caused each Aeldari to stop with Lileath standing up, lightning crackling around her fingertips.

"Enough, Farseer, the Abyssal King saved both my mother and me from the clenches from one of the four and my captors. He has done more for us than our children could hope to match without so much of a thought of reward," Lileath growled out, although her voice stilled song-like even though she was angry.

"My daughter is right. Farseer stops being a child. You're just like those before the birth of She Who Thirsts because of your forebear's foolishness," Isha said, standing up, finally showing that strength of life that she was famous within the pantheon.

Eldrad did not lower his spear from Gwyn's chest, just holding it there, wholly unsure about reacting to being told off by the two Goddesses. However, the chilling feeling suddenly causes him to back away, almost like he didn't understand what had happened. The blade's tip was frozen, even went up to where his hand rested, causing him to drop Staff of Ulthamar from the sudden cold. Elsa stood in front of Gwyn, her hands covered in her ice abilities, becoming cryo enhancements from her time as an experiment.

The Ice Queen had quite the aggressive look upon her face; even her eyes were glowing whiteish blue from using her abilities; "If you ever point that spear at Gwyn again, Farseer, then I promise you that you will not return to your craft world. I can guarantee that your followers will be statues left as a warning for doing something foolish." Elsa quietly spoke, making sure that Eldrad would understand he had no power at the moment.

The tension was thick, everyone tightening the grip on weapons, but before anything could come out of the standoff. Gwyn stood up, slowly patting Elsa on the top of her head with a gentle smile on his face telling her that everything was alright.

"Thank you, Elsa, but I don't think Eldrad will do anything that stupid. Not with the return of Lileath and Isha to the mortal realm. That in itself has changed everything, hasn't it, Eldrad?" he asked, standing in front of Elsa, reaching down, taking the spear, and handing it back to the Farseer blade pointed upwards.

Eldrad did not reach out for a long time glancing at the two Eldar Goddesses or at least fragments of their Spiritual Forms from the Sea of Souls. It still did not take away from the power that he felt coming from the two of them. They quickly exceeded what a current Farseer, Warlock, or even a Spiritseers could hope to match. He licked his lips, feeling nervous for the first time in a very long time.

"Are you truly Goddesses of Life and Dream?" he asked, his voice coming out as a whispered, afraid to hear the answers.

The only response was a nod; no words came between the two. Eldrad already knew the truth, which caused him to have such weak knees. He was a Farseer, one of the most gifted ones, yet before the sight of his Goddesses, Eldrad was nothing but a newborn. Isha slowly rose, walking over to Eldrad, gently placing a hand upon his helmet. The look was that of a mother giving her child such a soft smile. He understood bowing his head regarding Isha, but Eldrad, the pride is still seen in how the Farseer believed his place in the full galaxy.

Isha turned to look at Gwyn for a long time nodding her head. "Thank you again, Lord Gwyn. I will honor my debt to you when the time has come. I will help when you call for it," she said, giving a slight bow showing a hint of respect.

"Thank you," Gwyn said, bowing his head a bit as well.

The Eldar Goddess turned away from Gwyn and Eldrad, making her way to the Harlequin troupe that stood off the side. Eldrad's eye widens under his helmet, not understanding what was happening.

"Please do what Gwyn asks; it is quite a simple favor, and I believe Cegorach will find what Gwyn has planned will be quite funny in his eyes," Isha said, which caused a ripple of laughter to go through the group.

Eldrad came forward to lead Isha and Lileath away from everyone to take them back to the craft world to be safe. However, Isha moved away from the Farseer, heading to the Exodites, who welcome her with open arms. Instead of leading to her kind, youngest Goddess beside the massive human who just looked at her a moment, rolling his eyes a small smile on his face.

Gwyn turned his head, looking at Lathrangil; "I have a few things I wish for you and your troupe to gift a few items to certain brothers of mine. I also hope if anyone sees my brothers in trouble, you will help out," Gwyn said with a smile causing everyone around them to start laughing at the trouble they were going to create throughout the Galaxy.

I was cocky, everything going my way, but I should have been more pragmatic about what I was going to face. Although I am a Primarch, I am not invincible or unstoppable. I know this fact from reading books, codex, and other media of the 40K universe. The horrors that I have witnessed were the first time it hit home that I should always remember. I would do war crimes that my twenty-first-century mind would find sickening. The Space Hulk just enforced that I was still green. This reality or universe would kill me no matter how strong I was or become. It took me a few days to truly understand what sort of Space Hulk I was stuck. It was too hard seeing the religious zealots, hatred, and foolishness. However, it wasn't until I saw her that Alien Space Bat was honestly fucking with me. I remember when I was younger, I read a comic book called Druuna. I only read the comic once, and I could barely remember it, but I remember the main character was beautiful. It wasn't until after killing horrors of monstrous mutants and cybernetic horrors that I retain when I saw the only normal woman trying to escape the madness of this Space Hulk. It taught a fundamental lesson about anything and everything that will go wrong. It was always made me remember ThePrince by Niccolo Machiavelli about leadership and cruelty.

Private Memoirs of Gwyn the Stormlord

"HAHA," a boisterous voice sounded throughout the area, with a sickly splitting of flesh echoing throughout the destroyed city. "COME AT ME, YOU MUTANTS," the loud voice roar once again, the sound of the crackling of a power weapon slashing through multiple tentacle mutants.

The figure was short, wearing little to no armor while wielding a massive two-head ax, while in the center was the heart of a volcano cage within with the crackling power field around the blade. It was quite the two-hand great ax, but the Dawi efficiently used one hand to cut his way through the foes that seem to continue to come forth. The figure's size could be called muscular and bulkily filled out with muscles. The Dawi's hair, thick fire orange mohawk defied all gravity standing tall the mighty thick beard just as orange three great braids hanging down. He swung the mighty ax once again, splitting another mutant with little trouble. The Dawi had a pauldron on his right shoulder of a black lion's head stain with different colored blood. Iron cuff chains were hanging from the cuffs broke yet did not seem to slow the Dawi down.

It wasn't long before the last of the mutants laid down with the Dawi looking down, revealing a single eye staring out, looking for more enemies sadly finding now. There was runic tattooing upon the side of his head, arm, and chest. Although there was something strange about the runic symbolling, ancient power held within the Dawi's board chest, he refuses to use such a thing to find his Doom. He lifts his ax resting it upon his shoulder, spitting onto the ground, looking displeased, turning his head to his companion, who just finished killing his group of mutants.

"It seems we killed them all," he growled out, shaking his head, turning to look with his one undamaged eye. "What do you think, Manling. I know you haven't been able to contact Dracothion yet, so should I amuse this massive labyrinth of a Space Hulk will be my Doom?" he asked, looking at the mighty warrior that flicked the blood from his black blade.

Gwyn turned his head. "Sadly, I have not Gotrek. If I could have a guess, I think something is jamming my comms to the ship," he said, sliding Anguirel back to his hip.

Gotrek Gurnisson, monster slayer, wanderer, and Doom seeker beyond any means, splat onto the ground again, shaking his head. "I won't be able to find my death here. These mutants are too weak and have no backbone. Should have tried harder on Ghur; at least the Green Skins would have made it interesting," he said, adjusting Zangrom-Thaz on his shoulder.

"You could have joined me on my trip through the Realm of Chaos. I could have used your ax by my side fighting against the hordes with Lileath and Isha," Gwyn said, bending down to examine the mutant that he just stabbed.

"I'll pretend you didn't say that foolishness manling. A mighty Dawi like myself saving those pointy ear bastards, please. They are still Elfs. I don't care what they call themselves now," he said, walking over to Gwyn. "What do you think?" he asked, voice laced with the question of what Gwyn was seeing.

The Primarch let out a sigh, "Human alright, but mutated," he said, slowly lifting one of its many tentacles that seem to be growing out of its body now. "If I could have guessed, either the system's AI went mad or worst, they have been traveling through the warp without their shielding. However, from this," he shows a strange branding to Gotrek, which showed the eight-point star.

"Chaos, huh," he growled out, spitting on the ground once again with disgust. "Should be a good death, then wouldn't you say manling," he said, a broad grinned the rune in his chest glowed with power.

Gwyn gave the nod, "I believe so, my friend. However, I rather survive and continue seeking out our doom together or, in your case, finding yours," he said, standing up, resting his hand on the hilt of his black blade. "Although I keep telling you that your oaths had fulfilled once already," he stated as Gotrek rose, and the two began to head off.

"Aye, just because you told me the truth after I appeared through that warp tear doesn't mean I won't keep seeking my death. Besides, my oath to you stands; still, you were honest and truthful to me. Many would not have the guts to do such a thing. Sadly I am now being considered a God is foolish, but as you know, I am me" he started speaking about the cult, following his kind back on the Aqshy of the cult following Gortrek gain.

A laugh was the only thing that Gwyn could do, shaking his head as the two kept walking through the destroyed ship. If Gwyn was honest, he was shocked that Gortrek, fucking, Gurnisson had shown up during the campaign in Aqshy. The fact that Gortrek had Brain Blessed voice was unique to him. It was quite the freak out that he had been fanboying quite hard that the AIs on the ship question what he was doing. It had been a small fact that Gortrek liked him made him almost squee, almost. The two of them are trapped on some massive spaceship that was changing evolving, what normal humans Gwyn and Gortrek had found told them that there was the City.

Gwyn quickly realized that these people didn't know that they were in a spaceship but thought they were in a city. That name tickled something in the back of his mind, just a name for whatever reason. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like he heard that name before, yet Gwyn couldn't remember feeling like it was necessary. Gwyn just shook his head, knowing that it was essential to get out of here and figure out to teleport out of here or at least get a transport ship out of this hellhole. This whole ship was a perfect representation of the 40K way of living taken up to level ten, maybe higher for how crazy everyone is. The Primarch and Slayer had been killing mutants of all shapes, sizes, and creations since their transport ship had shot down when they got close.

What was most annoying was that Gwyn didn't have Ghal Marz or his swordspear at the moment, leaving them in his armory, thinking that he didn't have to worry for such a simple exploration of a space hulk. Now he only had Anguriel, a sword forged from a mixture of meteorite and black stone with its mate Anglachel hopeful heading to Konrad Curze or within his hands at the very moment. The pair of black steel blades forge by Gwyn meant a gift for his troubled brother, with another two masterpieces of weapons heading to two other of his brothers. He just wished he had at least his war hammer at this moment. It would make fighting far more manageable, at least crushing this horror that was in their way. The two kept moving until the sound of shifting rumble caused both of them to stop Gortrek hefty his ax up from his shoulder, a savage smile appearing.

"Come out already. My ax is hungry," the Slayer stated, showing that he wanted to fight badly at this moment.

A mutant group came slithering out a mess of tentacles, sores, conjoined heads, and so much deformity at request. Now, this would not have to bother Gwyn back in his reality or even time. He was raised better by his parents to accept everyone, but this was Warhammer 40K mutants. They were monsters mindless and filled with warp magic or something. One could not feel wrong about such things. Gwyn drew his sword as the demons rushed forward, but the strangest thing was they went right by Gortrek and him, almost like they were afraid, but Gwyn did see a peculiar goat-like mutant crying out before exploding. The sight of cybernetic machines marching forward told Gwyn everything that he needed to know.

"Insane AI," he said, which Gorterk just gave the nod.

"Aye," the Slayer agreed to; he tightens the grip of his ax now with two hands.

The crash happened quickly, but Gwyn and Gortrek, it was just another day slashing through mad machines blade and ax, dealing with the corrupted stell that held these crazy machines before them. Gortrek's laughter was quickly drowning out everything around him. Gwyn knew that his battle friend was enjoying these fights more and more with each passing moment. It was a time like this. He was glad that his ring was controlling his Pariah abilities. He beheaded one of the robotic machines with a quick slash before stabbing another one right through the processor unit. The Primarch did hope his lovers weren't freaking out, not being able to reach him. Elsa and Lileath had been very attached when they decide they would share him. That had been one actual awkward conversation that Gwyn had. He was glad he didn't have to think now, for he just split another machine right down the middle.

It didn't take long before the fighting ended, with the two companions once again standing tall with broken machines scattered all about their feet. Gortrek just gave a sigh showing that he was still alive with a few wounds covering his muscular forearms once again. He gripped the staff of his ax before lifting it and placing it over his shoulder once again. Gwyn flicked the blade clean of a mixture of blood and oils from the machines. He looked at the robots seeing human organs within the apparatus. Even several skeletons fused within the devices' frames meant they must have been exo-suits of some kind. It is brimming with madness, indeed the worst kind of madness from what Gwyn could even hope to understand.

"Oi, Gwyn, did you hear that" Gortrek called out, turning his head to look at Gwyn, who was examining the remains.

He gave a tilt of his head, trying to hear what Gortrek heard. It didn't take long before he listened to what his Dawi friend heard.

"Shastar," someone was crying out the name over and over again.

Gwyn looked to Gortrek, who nodded as the two began to head to the sobbing they heard in the distance. The two were careful it hadn't been the first time this leads them into an ambush by mutants when they were first exploring. Both sword and ax were out, ready for action when finally they reached the sound, and Gwyn saw who it was, causing everything to click into place. She was beautiful, the perfection of the woman's form. She had a model with long dark hair, thighs, breasts, and a smooth stomach. If Gwyn had to say what sort of facial features Native American that seemed to glow. The woman turned her head; eyes widen, chocolate brown color, seeing the two figures before her covered in blood and oil. They both had mighty-looking weapons in their hands. She quickly protected her bleeding lover with her body.

"Please, he's not sick. Don't do anything to him," the woman cried out, trying to be brave before these beings.

The Slayer just sighed, "I thought it would be more mutants, not some girlie and half-dead manling," Gortrek said, displeased by the find going over to sit down resting leaning on his ax.

Gwyn went over to the wounded man looking at the wounds, but instead, he saw a half of the right side of his body mutated into a mess of fleshy tentacles. The infection seemed to be growing right before Gwyn's eyes. It wasn't good at all, carefully thinking about what he was going to do, but the injured man's hand, the normal one, reached up, grabbing Gwyn's wrist, bloodshot eyes turning a sickly yellow.

"Kill Delta," a loud voice came out from dry lips; a wet cough followed, "Please save Druuna," the dying man requested, coughing again.

It all clicked after hearing the name Druuna which quickly filled Gwyn with the horror of what sort of space hulk Gwyn and Gortrek had entered. He finally remembered a comic a few years back during his college years called Druuna. The comic was an interesting read filled with strange concepts, but it was also an erotic comic book. So he wasn't surprised, but the problem was everyone was crazy and infected by Evil, which he had to guess was Chaos. Gwyn knew that they had to get out of here and obliterate this space hulk.

"Shastar, don't say that don't leave me," Druuna whispered, pulling the infected lover closer to her, hoping to help him.

Gwyn knew that it was too late, far too late. The AI that controlled this space ship probably has been in the warp for a long time or during the warp storms causing it to transform into a Daemon engine or something far worse. Captain Lewis was either alive or insane or, worst, a daemon who took control of the ship. There were just so many possibilities. Gwyn gripped the hilt of his sword, knowing what he had to do.

He stood up, grabbing Druuna; "I am sorry," he whispered, pulling her away from Shastar, stabbing him right through the neck, quickly decapitating the man before he could transform completely.

Druuna screamed, fighting against Gwyn's grip, seeing what he just did to her lover; "He had medics. I gave him a new dose so Shastar could survive. He was going to be fine," she screamed, tears streaming down her eyes, struggling against Gwyn's iron grasp.

Gortrek gave a tilt of his head. "How truly terrible?" he questioned with a tip of his head, wanting to know if he found his death.

Gwyn grunted, feeling how Druuna kept struggling in his grasp. He looks at Gortrek, "Bad, and you may find your death here, Gortrek, but I don't think you would like dying here." he said, feeling Druuna finally calming down.

The Dawi let out a laugh shaking his head. "Oh, I think traveling with you manling was probably the best idea I had in a long time. The seeking that you will do for battle, maybe I will finally find my death sooner rather than later," he said. The sound of rumbling shifting told him that another fight was coming to them. "Get the lass under control. I am going to give us some breathing room. My ax has become thirsty with all this waiting," he said, lifting Zangrom-Thaz heading off to the newest group of enemies.

Gwyn finally felt Druuna calming down, which he let her go from his grasp and just looked at her. "I am sorry about your lover, but he was changing," he whispered, sitting her down on a large piece of rumble so she could gather herself.

She just stared down in her lap, almost like she was processing what Gwyn just did to Shastar. It just wasn't possible. They survived everything from the purges, mutants, and even other humans. Druuna couldn't understand they survived everything the city could throw at them, and Shastar died by a mysterious man. The tears weren't stopping either. She finally started to try to stop crying, wiping away those tears. It didn't help.

The Primarch stays silent, seeing how Druuna was crying, but he also knew they had to get moving. It was too dangerous not to drive, especially in this space hulk. He slowly stepped forward, bending down, placing his hand on her shoulder. Gwyn sincerely hopes that he could say something for her, but he knew that he killed her lover.

"Druuna, I am known as Gwyn. I am truly sorry for what I did, but he was suffering from sickness. This whole place is a sickness. If you don't leave with us, you will be infected too," he said in a soft tone hoping that she would listen.

Druuna finally stopped crying, sniffling instead of looking up and staring at the man known as Gwyn. "What do you mean the city is all there is. I know Shastar kept saying the City was a lie that it wasn't what everyone thought was how the truth was just a lie. He was going to show me the truth, the real truth," she whispered, staring up at the man with bright blue eyes and steel grey long hair.

"He was right, Druuna. Shastar was telling the truth. The place isn't a city, but I don't think you will understand unless you see it with your own eyes. If you come with my friend and me, then we will show you the truth of what Shastar spoke about." Gwyn said, hoping that she would follow him. He felt like she was far more than a sexual object. He couldn't explain it, but those chocolate-filled eyes filled with the knowledge that few could hope to understand.

She just looked at him. "How do you sound so sure if what's outside or even in the upper levels are even better than what's here," she asked, wanting something to hold close so Druuna could keep going.

Gwyn just gave her a soft smile, "Druuna, there is something beyond you could hope to experience or even understand unless you understand where you truly are. I promise you the view that you have right now and the knowledge out there will change everything." Gwyn said, squeezing her shoulder as gently as he could not hurt her.

Druuna didn't say anything for a long time before nodding her head, wiping her eyes, showing that she was willing to leave this place. "Shastar wanted me to leave the city. I want to leave the city. Please take me with you," she said with a hint of steel in how she spoke.

He stood up slowly, reaching out and picking her up. "I will get you out of this city, Druuna. You have my oath on that. You will see things that will shock and amaze you. I can promise you that," Gwyn said, turning his head.

It wasn't long with a gore-covered Gortrek coming back laughing, the ax blades covered in blood just as him. "That was quite the fight. So are we ready to move again?" the Slayer asked, wishing to know what they were doing.

Gwyn stood looking at the young woman who gave the nod. "Yes, Gortrek, we are, and we are going to destroy this place," he said, adjusting his hold on Druuna.

The Dawi gave the biggest of grins nodding his head. "Well, let's see if I can't find my doom," he said, letting out a laugh turning around, and heading deeper into the City.

I weep for what my siblings have become. Those that call Craftworlds home believed they believe themselves heir to sickness they called their Empire. The Asuryani do not accept the truth or foolishness. The Asuryani are stuck in the past of their folly. What is worst, the Drukhari hid in the shadows of the Webway, enjoying the madness of wanton and cruelness that Aeldari of old held so highly during the height. They try to slow the consumption of their souls, but they purely dance to its tune. However, ironically it's the Exodites that seem to hold the core tenets of the Aeldari closer. The spirit and morals are the shining examples of what the Aeldari were at the start. I once hoped for the Drukhari to see the error of their ways, but sadly, Ulgu happened. However, Gwyn once said we do what we can even if it looks darkest, although the idiot man did find himself one gigantic Dragon on Ulgu by mistake. Gwyn named the dragon Glaurung. We didn't find it funny when he jumped on the back of Glaurung and flew off.

Lileath's private writings during the Travels with Dragonrider of Glaurung

A DRAGON WHY THE HELL DID HE TAME A DRAGON

Response from Lileath

WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM. I MEAN, YES, WE HAVE ROOM, BUT ITS STILL A FUCKING DRAGON

Different response from Druuna

DO NOT TAKE HIS SIDE, DRUUNA. HE WILL BE TAKING CARE OF IT

Vox communication between the brides of the Nameless King, Elsa, Lileath, and Druuna after the final battle of Ulgu.

The former Goddess of Dreams rubbed her forehead, staring out to the beautiful land of Ulgu. It was a mixture of darkness with a glow of blue from the planet's moon. However, at this moment, Lileath wasn't taking in the lust forest below as she stood on a massive cliff with the mountain range behind them. Instead, Lileath looked out towards the towering flying shape of a dark grey and black scale that is the easiest colossal Dragon she had ever seen. Druuna sat on the edge of the cliff legs, swinging, staring out with a small baby dragon wrapped around her neck and shoulder, sleeping.

"It seems like Gwyn is enjoying flying. I mean, the Stormhosts have been growing more reliable, especially with the additional Grey Wardens, Abyssal Knights, and Witchers. I think the Dragons we found on Ulgu will be the right mix with the griffons' species on Mallus we have seen. The Grey Wardens and Abyssal Knight have gotten some of them tamed. The Wardens got the Griffons, Gryph-Hounds, Gryph-Chargers, and Demigryph. I have heard that the Knight got the Gryph-Hounds and Demigryphs to help them in their hunts," Druuna said, scratching under the chin of the little red dragon.

Lileath didn't speak, only letting out a sigh rubbing her forehead, trying not to get a headache from how Gwyn always seems to get into these situations. Elsa had decided to stay on the Dracothionwhile Druuna and her would go on the planet. Dracothion had received a distress call for help from Ulgu. The Dark Ones have been hunting the people of this world, taking them into the Webway. It turned out to be far worst than what they had indeed found out the ancient Aeldari was trying to open up a close Webway gate. Lileath had found out they were her siblings had been trapped when the warp storms happened. So many pathways sealed during the Fall not to allow Immaturiam to infect the Labyrinth Dimension. It seemed the three were stuck on Ulgu during one of their hunts. So the years become Gods to the humans, hunting them down and forcing the Gateway to open.

Lileath had been sick when they finally reached the webway gate room. It filled like some sort of laboratory of horror. She remembered Gwyn had whispered the word Haemonculi, but she never got a chance to ask what he meant by the name. They had gotten there just in time before the leader force opens the Webway gate. She had felt the Daemons trying to claw their way in only to be stopped by Gwyn's Aeglos, throwing it straight into the creature that Gwyn called a Haemonculi. The spear had been a work of art, a weapon that matched the many thousands Gwyn had forge upon the Void Anvil of Aqshy.

Now, Lileath watching her love flying across the sky of a dragon that Gwyn had found during one of his walkabouts whenever he came to a new planet. It was quite the most annoying yet amazing thing how Gwyn seemed to get along with animals. She knew many Nulls and Pariah within the Azyr system; it didn't define so many. However, it seems like animals didn't have a problem with how Gwyn was flying upon the back of a massive storm grey and black dragon in the distance.

The newly named Glaurung flew over, landing up the ridges of the mountains. The Dragon was massive, efficiently using the peaks to lay down if Lileath could guess the beast's size that Gwyn rode was 35,000 feet in height. Gwyn dropped down with a massive smile upon his face looking so happy from his time flying. She got a much better look at the gigantic dragon now laying out across the massive ridges. Glaurung coloring was a grey storm dye spread across the scales while the dragon's belly was black. It had four legs, two in the front, two behind, with his tail in the distance hanging off one of the mountain range ridges. The enormous wingspan folded against the Dragon's back, getting comfortable to sleep upon his bed.

"That was very enjoyable," Gwyn said, laughing, his thick storm-grey hair now wild from the wind coming up to the two women.

Druuna smiled, standing up, still petting the small little red dragon upon her shoulders. "He is quite beautiful. I am surprised you found him and befriend him," she said, looking up to the massive dragon now sleeping.

He laughed, seeing the little one. "Well, you two know me. I enjoy exploring the planets we have saved, but sadly I am finished. The seven worlds have unified the Elector Count, and Countess systems have begun with two representatives from each planet that seems to be working. There will be problems, but I think right now, the Azyr system is going to be fine without me," he said with a smile, looking out to the beautiful night landscape.

Both Lileath and Druuna blinked, almost like they couldn't believe what they have heard. "What about are you saying? Aren't you going to other systems find the unknown?" Druuna said, utterly shocked that she couldn't understand.

Gwyn let out a laugh patting Druuna's head. "I have no reason to be a Conqueror or a crown. I am just a hunter, wanderer, and explorer. However, at the same time, I know I will draw into something far more substantial and have to do unspeakable things in the name of a necessary lie," Gwyn said, speaking about the Imperial Truth.

Druuna gave a tilt of her head. "You speak about faith, aren't you? How you believe it, but no in some higher power, but yourself and those around you like us," she asked, staring up at the giant man that she fell in love with after saving her.

Lileath rolled her eyes. "Yes, Druuna, that is what Gwyn is talking about, but then again, lie is sometimes the best thing people need. We do know what is a lie indeed," she said, coming closer to the two.

He gave the nod, "Yes, that is what I am speaking about, but honestly," he looked up towards Glaurung for a moment, "I think I will return to Mallus build myself a small home near the mountain, where I fell that a forest surrounds it. It will be perfect for a house plus enough space for Glaurung to fly about with plenty of food too," Gwyn said, knowing that he would enjoy the peace at least until his creator came to collect him.

"What about us, Gwyn? What shall Elsa, Druuna, and I do while you are living in a cabin," Lileath said, resting her hands upon her hips of rune armor that she was wearing at this moment.

A laugh came out, shaking his head, staring at the two. "I thought it was evident, Lileath. I thought you would be going to Ghyran to help the Exodites or see your mother. You are a Countess for Ghyran for Gathering of Electors. The Dawi and Kharadron have wanted Druuna to help them with their guilds of Shipbuilders and Engineers wish to her knowledge. So I figure she will be going back and forth between the two planets. Elsa is the Ice Countess of Chamon Elsa will be dealing with politics between the seven worlds. She will be very angry with me, but she knows how the rule," he said, looking between his two lovers.

Lileath rolled her eyes about what Gwyn had just said, knowing that the man is known as the Nameless King for a reason. Everyone within the Azyr system considered Gwyn a King, yet he refused to take the crown even now. It drove the three of them, especially Elsa and Lileath, insane about how Gwyn refuses to make any sort of power or role for him. Druuna, though, thought it was probably smart. She understood that Gwyn did something so unique that regular people couldn't see him as anything other than a Demi-God or even a God.

"If that is what you wish, Gwyn, but you told us what we should expect in the future. Do you think you will be able to change anything?" Lileath asked, really wishing to know what her lover's plans were.

Gwyn looked between the two, moving away before standing on the edge of the cliff for a long time, "I have learned during my time traveling and wandering this wonderous system that nothing is in stone. However, one's destiny is always firmly in our grasp. I know three of my siblings will be facing challenges that they think will define them. I hope what little help I provide them will change their course, but if not, then they will come after me. I know my creator will throw me away once my role is completely for me. He will send my brothers to kill my sons and me," he said with a shake of his head.

He turned his head, looking at the two. "However, I hope those I love will be able to safely and those like me" he placed a hand on his chest, speaking about being a Null and Pariah. "Will be able to live happily or at least a decent life for our issues from those with souls," he said, seeing that the Azyr was one of the few safe havens for those like him.

Lileath laughed. "In a galaxy like this, being safe is very hard-pressed for anyone," she said, staring at the massive frame of Gwyn. She had to attempt to think about what he told them after gaining his trust; it had been a challenge. The man was private so much as a wander, never wishing to be tied down by anyone.

The Primarch let out a laugh. "I learned this a while ago live in the present, both of you. The past has already happened, and the future is ever-changing, no matter what others may say. I genuinely believe that nothing wrote in stone. However, the present is where you can find the most enjoyment," Gwyn said, having such a massive smile on his face.

Druuna walked over to the small dragon, let out an adorable roar. "I agree the present is the best thing to focus on," she said, resting her head against his massive forearm. She leaned up, but luckily Gwyn knew what she was doing, bending down, receiving a kiss on the cheek from her, which he smiled.

Lileath let out a sigh. "I guess you have some wisdom to share," the former Eldar Goddess said, stepping forward, wrapping her arms around Gwyn's other arm.

Gwyn laughs, looking up towards the star-filled sky. The sound of roaring dragons in the distance made the scene memorable. He knew that he did his duty; all eight planets are building a massive space station for the Elector Count system, two Elector Count or Countess from each. It didn't matter if one was Dawi, Human, or Ogryns. The Exodites wished no part of it, which Gwyn did not mind simply keep the peace upon Ghyran between Exodites and humans living upon the planet. They had accepted, especially with the return of their two Goddesses. He turned his head, seeing his new companion Glaurung still resting upon the mountain range. He wondered how peace would be for the moment until the Emperor came to take him to the eternal crusade that he seems set upon to try and save humanity.

"So, you truly wish not to take place as the ruler?" Druuna asked, looking up at him, asking the question Gwyn knew that everyone throughout the system wished for him to answer.

A soft smile appeared on his lips when hearing the question shaking his head. "No, Druuna, I promise myself I would wear no crown, and I shall not. I am a wander, monster hunter, outcast, and explore searching for hidden things. Those are what I am not a King, never a King," Gwyn said, looking down at the beautiful woman squeezing his arm.

She did not say anything but instead glanced over to Lileath, who nodded her head and knew that it was a pointless argument. "I understand, Gwyn, but remember, even if I am going between Aqshy and Hysh. I will be visiting you like I bet Elsa and Lileath will too," she said as Gwyn glance overseeing Lileath, smiling at him, nodding yes.

"Well, my home will be open for the three of you," Gwyn responded, taking one last look at the night sky, feeling like he wouldn't get to see a face like that for a very long time. "Let's head back. Have to get Glaurung on the ship and figure out how to keep him calm," Gwyn said, seeing the challenge that laid upon the mountain range peacefully sleeping.

The Azyr system experience a golden age of trade, technology, and improvement of the likes that haven't been seen since the Golden Age of Humanity. The space station is known as Altdorf Station. The center of the Azyr system allowing the Elector Counts and Countess to come together to run each eight planets. Thanks to the mighty forges of Aqshy, shipyards of Hysh, and the beacon of Hysh allow planetary warp jumps between realms. The Eight Realms' militaries were the greatest from their warships, soldiers armed with the most fantastic weaponry and technology advancement, giving them an edge against invaders. Thanks to Shyish's black stone, we dealt with any of Chaos's monstrous forms with the help of Abyssal Knights and Grey Wardens that watch over our borders. Peace, something so many thought impossible, came true, but it wasn't until He appeared that we knew the Nameless King's warning came true. 

Although many thought we could have defeated these invaders, we knew that it was a pointless fight that would lose our people's lives. Although we, as a people, voted for our representatives firmly enforced once the unification came. We held an empty throne made of the most elegant black stone, gromril, Ancestral Heartwood, and ur-gold to show unity for the Nameless King. The day never came, for the Nameless King seem to remind him of the mountain he called home with his beloved Great Eldar Dragon Glaurang. However, the Nameless King's tales continue to spread across the realms from his time as the First Warden, Abyssal King, Witcher, and Friend of the Duardin. 

However, the tales of the Uncrowned King did not leave the people he help defenseless. No, he left the mighty warship Dracothion to protect us from those that wished us harm. Several Electors and Duardins called to use the mighty warship, Dracothion, to fight against these new invaders. Still, Lady Countess Elsa told them no, for the arrival of this massive fleet had been foretold would one day come forth to force compliance we shall do so. Many knew before the Nameless King retired from the system events, he told the first gathering of Electors the truth about what could happen if people called the Imperium of Man came to the Azyr system. After hearing Lady Elsa's words, the vote had been the case, and they would join, but we would only follow the one that unified us, our King by choice. 

It had been quite the sight witnessing the mighty Dracothion coming forth with the defensive fleet of Azyr surrounding a warship that could be disappointing compare to the mighty of Dracothion. We would later learn that this battle barrage is the Emperor of Mankind's flagship, yet we felt nothing for how majestic as many of the Iterator tried to tell us over and over again, but we knew the truth. However, it was the meeting with the so-call Emperor of Mankind, which so many would still remember not for the dazzling halo of light or how he tried to use his pysker ability to make us submit. What would be retained in the record was how Lady Elsa stared at the dazzling form of the Emperor and his Custudoes. She spoke, 'Why are you trying so hard with all that gold? Can you stop trying to using your abilities to brainwash us? It won't work on us since we have quite a lot of Nulls and Pariah here.' We look upon the faces of those that joined the Emperor had been the most prize moment for the years to come.

Record of the First meeting of the Emperor of Mankind

Elector Count Theodoric d'Brionne the Black Axe of Shyish.