When you hear the roar of a Fire Drake on Nocturne, What do you think of? Do you think of battles past or a leader lost to time? Or do you think of our beloved Astartes in their gleaming scale-green armor?
I think of a story I heard of the fallen and forgotten legion of smiths and warriors, for they may have plummeted from grace of the empires sight, but not from their father's holy might!
I hear awing tales of knights in green and scale, flame anointing them, protecting a planet here and crushing xeno filth there. They cry the mighty cry of Vulkan, the lost Primarch, and slaying with the fierce glow of Nocturne with them. I, however, know what they require.
They search for relics made and old, and that their master wields five of nine, but nine needed for the battle's done. They search for a valiant battle, for which, in the lord's name they can reclaim their glory.
This is their tale of battle, for what did the other legions do but gawk?
I think of a story I heard of the fallen and forgotten legion of smiths and warriors, for they may have plummeted from grace of the empires sight, but not from their father's holy might!
I hear awing tales of knights in green and scale, flame anointing them, protecting a planet here and crushing xeno filth there. They cry the mighty cry of Vulkan, the lost Primarch, and slaying with the fierce glow of Nocturne with them. I, however, know what they require.
They search for relics made and old, and that their master wields five of nine, but nine needed for the battle's done. They search for a valiant battle, for which, in the lord's name they can reclaim their glory.
This is their tale of battle, for what did the other legions do but gawk?
Welcome to the Warhammer 40k rp: The Return of Dragons!!!
This is the tale of dragons returning, so be prepared for chaos on terra, because we got a job to do.