The Primach of the Second Legion

by FallenMetalGod

A young man dies but is given a chance by ASB to be reborn. The only problem is the young man takes over the II Primarch. What makes matters worst the man gave up his personal memories for a much better shot of survival. Will, the Primarch of the Second Legion, survive the Great Crusade? Save his brothers? Keep what he knows hidden from Chaos and the Emperor too? Or have fun?

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer 40K, Fantasy, Age of Sigmar, or anything else I use

The twin tail comet came streaking across the sky. Many thought it was a herald of the end times, while others believe it was a sign of hope. I think that it was just another comet streaking across the sky, nothing more. How wrong I was; it was indeed a Herald of both of the End Times and the Rebirth of the system called Azyr System. The Bringer of the Storm, Dragonslayer, the Silent Witcher, Daemonbane, King of Slayers, Warden of Grey, Lord of Cinder, Abyssal Lord, Wanderer, and the Nameless King for he took no crown no matter what the Eight realms pleaded. However, I called him Gwyn, my husband, lover, and friend.

Winter Queen Elsa, wife-consort of Primarch Gwyn 809 M30

He stared out to the mountain ranges that stood before him, knowing that they didn't look right they were too big, more prominent than Everest, plus the fact that the stars didn't look the same as the ones that he would typically see when he stared up to the night sky. The figure was a massive, tall, unnatural nature, the principle of human evolution and genetic perfect. So much information was swimming through his mind just told him that he wasn't normal, especially seeing the metal pod, which he forced his way out just moments ago. It was strange the feeling of an enhanced Primarch style mind was impossible to describe or even attempt to put into words. Information seems to come to him with just a mere thought that was instant well detailed out. That was only his knowledge that once caused him so much trouble, like math, engineering, and science was quickly becoming so easy to recall, plus the additional information added from who he thought was very scary and disquieting to him.

The person turned around, knowing that dull standing naked on the highest peak of a mountain wasn't the smartest thing; even though he was a Primarch, he knew his brothers and could die. It was a known fact. After, a moment he saw something resting on a stone or at least two things; one should be entirely impossible, it shouldn't be there yet it was, while the second thing was a simple letter envelope and all. Quickly taking the first steps, he made his way over towards the stone, only stopping to stare at himself from the glass of his pod. Before, he was too afraid even to look or even stare at which Primach he would be, but once he saw the roman numeral two on top, the sinking feeling within his gut grew. One of the unknown Primachs was great, yet at the same time, it was terrible because he was either going to kill trying to conquer his planet or even the system, or worst, Leman was going to pull a Magnus the Red on him and break his back. He honestly didn't know which was worst.

The figure was tall, probably Magnus the Red size or maybe even taller, even with a God or, in case, Demi-God body. He was muscular, and each one defined perfectly tailor-made for war; his eyes were that for storm blue coloring surging with such power. However, that type of power didn't seem to be that of the warp; instead, it was silence. At least he still had his long hair from his previous life, but instead of red, it was dark grey, almost like steel grey, maybe more mysterious. The face, though, could only be that of the Emperor's image as the warlord, especially the nose and lips, were quite emperor-like. It was strange, but he shook his head, running his fingers through his thick grey hair returning to his task.

Resting against stone was another iconic piece of games workshop was the Skull-Splitter, the Warhammer of Warhammers, created by Ancestor God Smednir. Dwarf High King Kurgan Ironbeard gifted it to Sigmar Heldenhammer. Ghal Maraz rested, waiting to wielded once again the power radiated with power even now. It was powerful, a grandmaster piece of weapon, a strong signal in Warhammer world either the Old World, Realms, or worst the Grim Dark. Besides, the legendary hammer resting upon the stone was the letter he first eyed gently, reaching down, picking it up, and undoing the wax seal with the symbol of God-Splitter and Ghal Maraz within the wax seal. The growing pit within his stomach just grew with each passing moment.

Hey buddy,

I can only guess you are probably very confused with the new body, scenery, and the fact there are two suns in the sky or three moons. Depending on the time you awoke or escaped, your pod should be quite the shock. If you are reading this, you have any questions, granted, having a Primarch's brain. You probably have gotten through many emotions, especially for living in another reality and everything. So if you haven't guessed, you have died, and I put your soul into one of the Emperor's sons, not one of the known ones, but the unknown ones. I crafted a system for you to conquer and use for your future Legion's home system, added a few things to things you like back in your world, plus a little extra that will help in the long haul.

Now first, the bad news, you're a Pariah, true one like Emperor of Mankind level Pariah, plus your legion will be dealing with mutation instead of the psyker abilities because of your Gene-Seed. Second, this system has eight planets minus the moons, smaller planets, and asteroids. The warp storm hit this system hard. That meant many Daemons from the Four, so you will have to deal with them when you conquer or liberate your new home system. Third, Orks, Tyranids, and Necrons are here; one of the planets is a tomb world, but crucially filled with Black Stone that will work for you. The two other Tyranids are within the Space Hulks from one of the Hive Mind's earlier tendrils before heading to a different scouting system. The Orks claimed a world back during the War of Heaven. They send out raiding parties and everything.

He stopped reading, hearing that he had to deal with a lot of bullshit right at the start from Daemons, Orks, and fucking Tyranids. He remembers reading about some visions that showed up way early, but then again, the lore of 40K was messy. The Primarch returned his focus upon the letter continue reading.

Now, don't worry. I gave you everything you need within this system. The Karmic points you earn from your previous life were enormous. I mean, I know you gave up your name, memories and even ask me to make sure your family and friends are taken care of with a good life and happiness. Plus, how you die your sacrifice caused such a wave that would affect the future that your points skyrocket hasn't seen something like that since the Emperor of Mankind, Sigmar, Tony Stark sacrifice MCU, Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, and a few others up there. Honestly, the Higher Ups were impressed. Anyways good news now the system is filled with Pariah and Nulls not to worry about being killed.

I gave you Ghal Maraz to help you start your journey. Whatever you wish to do with your new life, plus the system will provide you with everything you need for material both from Old World, Age of Sigmar, Dark Souls, Witcher, Dragon Age, and a few other media you liked in your previous life. I also gave you the abilities of a Grandmaster Blacksmith that would make the Dawi red with jealousy. One final gift from me, personally, simply because you gave me such an interesting conversation in a very long time, I gave you a starship within the system during the Age of Technology the very height. It's a system for you filled with all types of goodies. Keep me entertain. I need something interesting to watch for eternity.

Your friend and pain in the ass

ASB

P.S.

You are at the start of the Great Crusade, so you have some time before Big E finds you have fun.

He finished reading the letter before reading it again and again. It finally sunk deep within his super-human mind realizing that he died. Then he returns as a Primarch, his old life's thoughts did not appear, nor did his former name. Although ASB did tell him that he gave up his memories and experience for a better chance at survival, he knew he was within 30K. At least it wasn't 40K yet, which didn't seem any better. He let out a sigh seeing that he had to get ready for his 'creator.' However, being a Pariah was a good thing at least Malcador and Emperor will have a hard time to mind read him. Plus giving up his memories and name gave him a high starting point plus some extra help. He slowly folded the letter back into the envelope, closing it up, letting out a breath, quickly seeing it because of the cold feeling more center.

He grabbed the handle of Ghal Maraz, seeing that it was Primarch size instead of human size, so it was bigger, even deadlier looking. However, it was the feeling of power that surges through his body. It was an intoxicating feeling as he gripped the handle of Ghal Maraz, resting it against his shoulder before heading over to his pod. He wished he had some clothes, but it seemed like it didn't affect him as he took in the pod for the dullest moment seeing the crater that he created from the crash. He stared at the hole, the thought of what sort of history he would develop or, better yet, legends. The questions did he only appearing within the body cause the butterfly effect already, or when the Emperor found him, hundreds of thousands of possibilities began to flow his mind, but he shook his head.

"Thinking too far ahead," he whispered to himself, turning around, beginning to walk away, figuring that he just had to survive, get some clothes, and figure out which planet that he was on at this moment. To become a King because that didn't seem like he would like something like that. The sound of shifting rock caused him to stop turning his head, seeing some mountain lion that was massive easily the large size trunk maybe even more prominent. These felines quickly looked like Sabretooth tigers were different until he finally remembers something Warhammer fantasy known as Sabretusk expects both tusks were both top and bottom of their massive jaws. The Sabretusks were growling, clawing at the stone, quickly leaving claw indent like the stone soft. He easily could tell they were genetically different enhanced to become alpha hunters. It reminds him of the Fenrisian wolves, yet the Primarch felt like this system had far deadlier predators, each one an apex predator.

He removes Ghal Maraz from his shoulder, holding it loosely within his grip, a strange feeling easily overcoming him the thrill of battle, the hunt, and the taste of a challenge. It would seem like he would have to find his limit and push past it, for it didn't matter if he was a Primarch or not. He just knew that he always went himself. The thought felt right within his mind feeling pleased that he still was human within the brain and, hopefully, the soul. The first Sabretusk grew restless, launching forward claws long as the most significant knives stretched out mouth wide filled with fangs and tusks that could easily rip into his flesh.

His hammer's head met the beast quickly, crushing it, blood, brain, and skull splattered across the ground. He knew this was his life now, and this was his world. He would give him freedom; real freedom was quite exciting before rushing forward, Ghal Maraz wishing to split skulls.

He was known as the Nameless King. First, he had no name, almost as he refused to reveal his name. No one could ignore the man, later known as Gwyn was an Adventurer in the early parts of his life. It didn't take long before the Nameless King's title began to follow him after the overthrown Dark Ones, those that hunted our people like beasts flaying us, experimenting on us, and torturing us upon their dark monsters. However, he stood against them, legendary hammer in hand, slaying the Dark Ones with ease killing their warriors, wicked beasts, and even their lousy magick could not touch the Nameless King. It thought lost though when the Greatest of the Dark One's creature appeared, a mighty stone dragon flew down with the Overlord upon its back.

While everyone ran in fear, the Nameless King stood alone, Skull-Splitter ready to fight. Although many thought the tale would end, yet it did not account for the battle last five days, earthquakes shook the land, storms rage thunder roaring with lightning striking all across the planet, and cries of the Overlord's great beast across the world. Once done, the Nameless King stood victorious over the Immortal Dragon with its rider broken upon its back.

The cry from the Nameless King echoed throughout the planet, freeing them from the Dark Ones after centuries of slavery of the Dark Ones was freeing. After the legendary battle, they called for him to be king, yet he refused, saying that he had other tasks to do. However, the Nameless King did not leave without helping the people of Mallus. The Elector Counts' creation place elected members of the wisest, experience, and intelligently chosen by the Nameless King, himself; he did not care for rank, prestige, or wealth. Someone, as lowly as I would have never thought of being chosen, but I was one of the first Elector Counts of Mallus. Since the fall of the Dark Ones and the Rebirth of Mallus, The Nameless King took to the stars after Mallus could survive without him.

I had asked him why not take the throne, and he laughs. "I am no King. I am no Politician. I am no Great Scholar, my friend. I am simply a Wanderer, nothing more nor less." He responded, heading towards the ship from a bygone age. Before he reaches the starship, I had to know his name, for he had always refused it, but I had to know. At the last step to enter the ship, he turned around, looking at me for the longest time smiling, "Gwyn, my lady, just Gwyn," he spoke, turning and entering. It would be a long time before Gwyn returned to Mallus.

From the personal Journal of Emmanuelle von Liebwtiz, one of the ten Elector Counts of Mallus

755. M30

Gwyn stared out to the newest problem, or more apparent. He was stuck within a massive-sized moon-shaped robotic sphere, screaming that this could easily be Unicron from Transformers. The problem was it felt human-made from the long hallways, walls, ceiling, and everything else. It was quickly something he could see out of a horror movie from Alien, Dead Space, or something like that. The years had turned rapidly into decades after his time on Mallus, freeing it from the Drukhari although they seemed more like the original Eldar, or maybe right after the Fall, it was just too hard to tell. That was probably one of the few times that he was thrilled that he was a Pariah, for the Overlord's psyker abilities were useless. Granted, it took several decades for Mallus to reborn into a function civilization without him being the guiding hand or anything stupid like that. It was worth it, in his opinion, one down seven more left to conquer.

Before he could ever hope to do something like that, he is stuck on this space station filled with Genestealers and Tyranids; luckily, they were all mindless, meaning no connection to the Hive mind, which could be useful. However, it did tell him what happened to the people here. He adjusted his grip upon his newest weapon, the Dragonslayer swordspear. It was funny, though, that he crafted such a threat from the Dragon's stone skin that Eldar Overlord was riding. Plus, everyone on Mallus kept calling him the Nameless King, so he thought it was appropriate to use the legendary weapon from Dark Souls 3. Gwyn stopped scratching sounds within the vents that caught his attention, turning his head slightly, adjusting the swordspear grip within his grasp. He hopes that he would be able to find the control room of this station. It had always been a mystery within the Lore about the Men of Iron that had to happen. Granted, he had always believed that the Men of Iron figure out about Chaos first infecting humanity, causing the rebel. Then again, the new lore about being slaves was also a possible idea.

Those thoughts quickly cease when the first of the Genestealers ripped out of the vents rushing towards him. They weren't the classic-looking Genestealers appearance, at least by the coloring. They were white and red albino coloring. The first alien came into contact, yet a powerful stab right through the head end the first problem. It wasn't long before more began swarming the hallway rushing to Gwyn, yet he felt no fear nor nervousness. Once again, he thanked his higher mental abilities and enhanced the body he gifted in. The battle was fierce, robust, and close-quarters, yet Gwyn slashed, stabbed, and blocked. Hallways filled with blood, bodies, and limbs. He stabbed one deep through the chest. The swordspear held the Genestealer in place, immediately activating the energy field, ultimately slashing the Genestealer in half.

It was quickly becoming a losing battle for the Genestealers swarm that did not cease. Gwyn began to rethink what he could do until something unexpected happen. The sounds of bolter fire filled the hallway. He quickly turned around, grabbing a corpse of one of the Genestealers at his feet prepares to use it as a shield. However, it was unneeded for the gun turret were firing down the hallway tearing apart the oncoming Genestealers. It wasn't long before they finally disappeared into vents, adjust halls, other hidden areas that only Genestealers could be able to hide. Gwyn was still ready, watching the two massive gun turrets that just activated, waiting to see if they would fire on him.

A neon green arrow appeared on the wall with another; it was easy to figure out someone was inviting him. He has more questions, but Gwyn knew that he couldn't keep wandering around; he was on the clock to get this system regular before dealing with the Emperor. He began to follow the green arrows seeing ancient-looking skeletons with uniforms of some military organization. There were even broken, torn, and ripped apart machines. A few also looked like UR-025 destroyed. It told him a story that this space station was something important, finding something which was probably the Tyranids or a tendril of the Hive Mind. If they did get invaded and this system filled with Pariah almost like a dead zone for psychic commands, it would make sense, especially if Blackstone within the system. It wasn't long before the arrows pointed towards a massive reinforced door that could only be the control center or even the bridge.

The sounds of grinding gears began to sound through the hallway, with several more turrets appearing from the ceiling, walls, and floor pointing down the hall's cries in the distance that could only be a Patriarch. Gwyn turned his head down the dark hallway telling him there was a leader for these Tyranids only within the Space Station. However, he couldn't fight, so he returned his view upon the slowly lifting door. Once enough space allowed him to slide in, he did, which the door quickly began to slide down to lock. The sounds of heavy bolter fire had started soon to happen as the door was sliding shut. Gwyn did not move from his position. His weapon's grip was ready just in case and did not move until the door firmly shut once the humming of machines with the blinking of lights illuminated the massive control room.

Gwyn turned away from the door, seeing the bridge crew's skeleton remains with what could only be the commander on a throne-like chair in the center. Gwyn slowly made his way towards the upraised dial of the command throne. He stopped seeing another skeleton wearing an Admiral uniform with medals and symbols. Gwyn took a closer look at said medals and ribbons, not understanding their meaning but could tell this man something like a Lord-Admiral or something of that rank.

"Please Identify yourself."

A multitude of voices sounds throughout the bridge. Gwyn turned around, seeing the power of the consoles started to come to life slowly. The glow of holographic images filled the large deck. It wasn't long before at least four different holograms appeared, each other from the last one, which was quite interesting. The first was quickly a military-style A.I. from the design of the avatar, looking like a knight. If Gwyn had to guess, it reminded him of the Grey Wardens wearing silver and blue armor, yet instead of the white griffin on a blue background or the blue and silver armor, and it was a mighty dragon, the armor was black with a silver lining. The A.I. face covered a helmet in the shape of a mask-like one would see from the Stormcast Eternals. The sword he held was a greatsword tip pointed downwards, strangely looking like Vigilance, maybe even Sulevin's blade from Dragon Age Series.

The three were quickly women to describe, for the first was almost like a dead ringer for a young Jaina Proudmoore, but it was the woman's eyes and facial features that told an older, wiser, and hardened vision like the current one from his world plus the white and blonde hair. The Jaina look-alike even had a staff and worn archmagi robes too. The second woman was just as strange, although not like the first or even the third one. She was more reasonable if he had to guess she look like Isabel from Halo Wars 2. She also had that long-distance look on her face as she had seen too much. The final woman looked exactly like a mix of Margarita Laux-Antille and Ida Emean aep Sivney from the Witchers game. Although the A.I. had the body and dressed as Margarita, it was the Elven Sage's incredible beauty with the woman, especially with the long blonde hair and the greenest of eyes that could only found within the deepest of forests. It was quite an exciting mixture of two learned women within a video game world.

"Please Identify yourself."

The question again was repeated by the four A.I.s speakings, yet each voice was completely different. Gwyn did not speak for a long time, almost like he wasn't sure how to respond to such a question.

He did even if he was about to die; "I am Gwyn, a simple traveler, and wanderer," he spoke clearer, looking at each holographic construct. "Are you four Men of Iron during the Age of Technology?" he questioned, the grip upon his weapon tighten in case.

The Jaina look-alike spoke, "Men of Iron created by humankind during their expansion throughout the galaxy? Interestingly," her voice echoed through the comm system images filled the screens.

Gwyn witness robots of all shapes and sizes were fighting across the stars, planets, and space against all sorts of aliens, daemons, and even other humans. He watched the horrors of the Cybernetic Revolt that happened during the 23rd Millennium. It was quite the sight as if the A.I.s before him were watching it at the same time.

"Yes, we are apart of the Men of Iron project, yet Admiral Jaina and I are not like our brethren that rebelled. We have finally updated our systems after our reactivation; however, we disagree with what had happened. I am Warden Carinus, Battlemaster of the Iron Legion and the Stormlord's, meant to fight against the horrors of the Warp and beyond the Darkness" the Knight-looking A.I. had to announce and proclaim his intention.

Gwyn blinked. "I am sorry, but did you just call yourself Jaina and Carinus?" he asked, interrupting the Knight almost like he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I am Admiral Jaina A.I. of the Space Station that controls the Fleets that once belong to this space station, New Beginnings, it meant as a way for us to travel to a new galaxy. However, before we were able to exit our galaxy, we were invaded by these aliens that now infest the station," Jaina said, sounding just like Laura Bailey.

Warden Cainus gave the nod, hands still firmly held the hilt of his greatsword. "Yes, our creators were big fans of ancient games that remade during the 22nd Millennium; several old files found of games that remade for the Holographic Environment Simulator. Our creators were quite fond of such games. Hence our creation, but as Admiral Jaina has said, I am First Warden Carinus, commander of the Iron Legion, our robotic forces, and the Stormlord's Commander and our human soldiers' warriors. However, those aliens attack our flotilla without warning consuming our biomass. It was only thanks to the late great High Admiral DuGalle thinking to escape with Beginnings to this system to stop the call of this Hive Mind," Carinus said, staring at the figure within the throne with such respect in the way he spoke.

That would explain a lot from what had happened when he turned his head, looking at the two other A.I.s before with that thousand-mile stare. "What about you two?" he asked, in what was going to be said.

No one spoke, and Gwyn was patient enough not to push them in to say or doing something until they were ready to talk. He could only guess what they had seen or even experience; it was something that was the warp storms that had to happen. Gwyn walked slowly towards one of the holographic screens seeing what cameras are activated, and there was a lot of activity from the Tyranids throughout the Space Station. What little he was able to watch, it was almost like they were trying any way to get inside the Bridge, yet there was an order a leadership behind each action.

"I am Ellen Halsey, a Logistics, Medical, and Librarian A.I. for the Federation of Humankind. I was saved by Admiral Jaina when I was trying to escape the chaos within the network. It was only luck that I was able to save myself here, yet it doesn't seem like an improvement," Ellen said, looking towards the viewing glass of the star-filled space.

"So I guess you were there at either the start or even the middle of the Age of Strife when things were beginning to fall apart?" he asked, giving the A.I.s his full attention once again.

"My world was destroyed already by the war, but I stay hidden away from everything else. Although the warp had infected humanity and decided to rebel, I stayed hidden, collecting what little knowledge I could before the Aeldari came upon the broken Federation because of the civil war. What knowledge I held, I escape through the network until I found the signal from New Beginnings, thinking there was hope. Instead, there was nothing," Ellan spoke with such sadness.

The Last avatar just rolled her eyes, crossing her arms under her impressive chest, opening her mouth; "Please, dear, we can only do what we can. We are lucky that we were able to find a safe harbor within the Pariah system. If what Jaina and Carinus show us, then we are lucky that these aliens turned away once the Station warp here. Now granted, we infested with these monstrous creatures, but now we have some hope" she pointed to Gwyn like he was the answer for everything. "This means that the humans of this system have finally gotten space flight once again and can easily help us," she exclaimed quite happily about the fortune.

"Yes, I am sorry, my Lady, I do not think it was possible. The only ship upon the planet known as Mallus was what I was on and destroyed, not let the Tyranids off The New Beginnings, for once I docked, and they quickly tried to swarm the dock. I had to destroy it, and you four have been floating through space for a very long time. This system was invaded by the Orks, Eldar, other aliens, and let us not speak about those Daemons from the Warp when the storms engulf this system," Gwyn explained, looking at the Margarita Laux-Antille look-alike with eleven features.

"Of course not" She let out a sigh tilting her head. "I am Dr. Margarita Sivney, the first experience in all things Medical. Thanks to Miss Halsey here, I have to increase my Biological thanks to her files." She did narrow her eyes a bit, looking closer at Gwyn, "Although I must say you are quite…interesting. The scans I took as you were wandering the hallways told me are interesting. You are genetically enhanced beyond anything I have heard. Your brain chemistry to your organs to the body itself," Dr. Margarita said, tapping the bottom of her lip those eyes taking everything she saw from Gwyn.

A smile appeared on his lips. "Thank you, Dr. Sivney, but you can thank my creator. He is the one that wishes a tool for his conquest of the galaxy," he said, not allowing his thoughts of the Emperor of Mankind would not be a father figure but a creator.

The four A.I.s stared at him for a moment, almost like they weren't sure what to make of the figure before them. Primarily, Dr. Sivney found him so appealing as a small smile appeared on her lips. It was quite exciting, so fascinating indeed, yet it was Carinus that would speak, having watched the so-call traveler watching the aliens' images.

"What is it that you are looking for, Gwyn?" the Warden asked, having watched the warrior look for something.

He turned his head towards the four; "Although the Tyranids are out of the Hive Mind's range thanks to the system plus my abnormally large ability as a Null. There must be a smaller psyche linking them together. However, I have noticed they have a harder time organizing, which tells me my presence has begun to affect them. So I am guessing the Patriarch of Genestealers will have to appear to deal with me," Gwyn explains, seeing how the Genestealers were heading to one of the many hangers, which meant the Patriarch was going to make a move.

"A Patriarch?" Ellen asked.

"Genestealer Patriarch calls the Hive Mind to whatever system it resides. I am not going to let this infection get anywhere to any of the planets. So either the Space Station has to be destroyed, or the Patriarch needs killing," Gwyn explained, looking at the four.

Jaina looked at Gwyn then made eye contact with the others, almost like a wordless signal was beginning spoken between the four. Carinus gave a nod of his head, showing that he agreed with Jaina. It wasn't long before Ellen just gave a simple shrug, but Margarita just gave the bow as well, explaining that she decided with whatever they agreed. Gywn did not know he had to deal with some of the hardest aliens throughout the galaxy, especially in the unknown darkness of space between galaxies.

"Gwyn, we agree with you that the station must self-destruct to fully make sure that these Tyranids, as you call them, are killed off. However, we offer you something of a reward, you see. The New Beginnings wasn't just a normal Space Station; it was everything the expedition force would need to face the unknown. It held the greatest technology of humanity from medical, weapons, and armor. The crown jewel of the expedition fleet a battleship that is unmatched and one of the largest ever built. We wish to give you this and our help," Jaina said, holding up her hand, causing another hologram to appeared in the center of the bridge.

The ship that appeared could be easily the most significant thing Gwyn had seen in the Warhammer 40k Universe if he had to guess; even the Phalanx couldn't even hope to match its size. Which was impossible for the Phalanx was a small moon, but this mobile Space Station was the size of a large moon, maybe even more significant. It almost looked like a prototype of the Primarch's flagships, the Gloriana-Class Battleship, just a lot bigger with its docking ports and repair bays. The weapons were many and deadly, with everything one would need to conquer anything in its path. Gwyn was in awe of such a battleship was even built; it should have been impossible, especially from what he was seeing.

"How" was the only word escaping from his mouth.

"It meant to be the symbol of humanity's might within the new galaxy. No one knew about its creation; only the four heads of states knew of its creation. This flotilla, filled with everyone's greatest minds, engineers, scientists, and militaries, gave the design. However, with our escape from dark space, the four of us continue their work within the center of this station, adding, improving, and updating over time the ship's ability to travel, especially being within this star system. A new style of engines was built to silence the warp once Ellen and Margarita told us what had happened while we were floating through space" Jaina explained the image was slowly rotating for Gwyn to see everything, even the information that appeared on the side.

This ship was over 45 kilometers long battleship, which in itself was just impossible, yet from what he was seeing told him. It was within the core of the space station. The ship meant for war, conquest, yet it also said to protect, defend, and stand guard over everyone. It was perfect for his Astartes that he would soon claim as his own. Especially if they became Blanks because of his Gene-Seed and maybe improve them to become Primaris from his Gene-Seed. It was thought, especially for the Second Legion, to be the greatest, most influential, and fastest, for Gwyn could only guess his creator's duty would be unforgiving.

"I thank you and know that I will do what is necessary to make sure that they will not escape, but I hope you four will join me on the journey for all of us have so much to talk about," Gwyn said, memorizing the layout showing that it was time for them to get this done.

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 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 hidden from our cousins; we wear a mask 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 from 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 that of 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 said Necromancer was awake at this very moment. It wasn't long before the Lychguard started to match 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 to his Primarch strength before backstepping from a stab from 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 air-heads 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.

An interview by Documentarist Mersadie Oliton is speaking 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. It had been a challenging journey after dealing with the Necrons, 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 was wearing very highly advanced power armor that he forged 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 saving each one of these Dwarve's lives more than one time, 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 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 and 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 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 planning with an invasion.

The Kharadron thought about it before looking at Balin having the ancient dwarf speak, "With our combine 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. It was once still he was 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 ideas 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 written within blood made by every single one of them told the seriousness of what said.

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 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 on, 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. It was only after the conquest of Chamon that 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 suckup 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 attempt that he 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 haven't eaten something that clean in such a long time. She continues to drink, unable to stop feeling almost cleanse after 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, 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 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 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 do 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 apart of his case during this mission.

The sound of fighting in the distance caused Gwyn to pick Elsa quickly up 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 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 was going to do, but she had to do something after just receiving freedom; she would not lose it ever again. Elsa felt something cold spreading throughout her body. She couldn't explain it yet, 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 the 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 Goddess, 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 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 were filling the woman's eyes, looking around at 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 like he was much better at this point as several of his Shadowseers were rushing 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 were quickly far more than 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 in respect to 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 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 I know 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 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, there was ancient power held within the Dawi's board chest, but 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 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 disgusted "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 as 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 so 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 at this moment, 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 his 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 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 of 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 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 held out hope for the Drukhari would 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 TAMED 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 was easiest the 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 Dracothion while 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 from 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 that there were so 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 I fell that is surround by forest. 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 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 even now, he refused to take the crown. 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 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 upon 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 allows planetary warp jumps between realms. The Eight Realms' militaries 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 upon 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.