[The of Logres:] It was a time of change. The descendants of the mages had fallen before the New Praesidium, and the were baying at the Empire's door. An new faith was encroaching from the east, and the sylvan liege had locked tight the gates of his arboreal realm. And so it was towards the end of the Age of Mystery, the last of great Dragon Lords did gather for what would be their battle...
[The War-song of the Dragon rend the sky, Albion our gleaming prize, Sentinels of and sea, guardians of destiny. (Prowling amongst the pecseatan; Draconis Bipedes, swift and beast of battle!)
[The Dragon King's (Dragon-Runes etched by the firey tongues of the IX Legio Draconis the primordial stone of the great Logres Cromlech): The foes of this sceptred isle shall be back into the sea! An sworn in battle, a vow blessed by steel, I swear by the dragon's blood in my veins... and the dragon's that pumps it!
[The of the Dragon Lords:] Dragonfyre in the fray, faith and steel win the day, A god to serf and king alike, the Hammer strikes! (Devouring the infidel outlanders; Nematoda, great winged worm of war!)
[The King's Vow:] To victory eternal... this world be our empire! Dragon Imperium, throne of the Gods, behold the axiom, Wyruld-Cyninga! It is time! We shall rule, and upon our dominion the sun never set!
[12 1893] I must commit to the pages of my journal, while it is still vivid in my recollection... not that a macabre vision could possibly soon be blissfully forgotten. before dawn,