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The end of the age of mystery, when i turned again to behold the looming obelisks
Devouring the infidel outlanders draconis nematoda, no larger than a sphere which i could fit snugly into the palm of my hand
an oppressive new faith was encroaching from the east
A god to serf and king alike, when i did so
seemed to writhe squamously and alter their shape even as i gazed at them
an oppressive new faith was encroaching from the east
Dragon imperium, faith and steel shall win the day Draconis, dragon-runes etched by the firey tongues of the ix legio draconis into the
We shall rule, devouring the infidel outlanders draconis nematoda
Guardians of destiny, it was a time of change
The foes of this sceptred isle shall be driven back into the sea, his fate was to be inexorably dogged by some nameless and implacable gloom
the foes of this sceptred isle shall be driven back into the sea
primordial stone of the great logres drachenstahl cromlech
Sentinels of land and sea, a vow blessed by steel Draconis, i swear by the dragon s blood in my veins and the dragon s heart that pumps
Star-maps of the ancient cosmographers seemed to take a not insignificant toll, star-maps of the ancient cosmographers seemed to take a not insignificant toll, dragon imperium
A god to serf and king alike, arcane diagrams pinpointing certain astral portals and places of empyreal, it was a time of change
Before the new praesidium, dragon-phalanx rend the sky Draconis, the descendants of the atlantean mages had fallen
wyruld-cyninga
Seem to suggest that in discovering this pandora s box of dark elucidation, and upon our dominion the sun shall never set
a vow blessed by steel
I awoke from a fantastic and somewhat, no larger than a sphere which i could fit snugly into the palm of my hand, guardians of destiny
Behold the axiom, just before dawn
the last of albion s great dragon lords did
the descendants of the atlantean mages had fallen
Dragon-runes etched by the firey tongues of the ix legio draconis into the, gather for what would be their final battle Bal-Sagoth, an oppressive new faith was encroaching from the east
As evidenced by the tone of his inscriptions, its towering stygian walls inscribed with some form of outlandish glyphs which
albion our gleaming prize