Contained within are the annals and records of Karak Vlag
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Long have my brothers fought the never-ending vile hordes of daemon-kin, settling grudge after grudge while lost in the hellish landscape of the Warp. We bear the weight of history, cursing the weaknesses of our ancestors who awakened Galrauch but failed to see him slain. Yet, it is this very tragedy that plunged our once-mighty hold into the chaotic depths of the Warp, that led us to discover a higher calling and a formidable patron: the mighty lord, Hashut. In our darkest hour, Hashut himself came to us, gifting us his fiery essence and instilling in us an unyielding hatred.
Whilst Thurgrim Rockarm, a pitiable figure, could not overcome Galrauch and his might, his son, Ghalzharr Drengudrakk, achieved the unimaginable. As the great dragon laid waste to our halls with his scorching fury, Ghalzharr alone held ground. Leaping onto the dragon’s back, he fearlessly slashed at the beast’s ever-changing flesh. Each blow inflicted disfiguring magical wounds upon him, as Galrauch’s Tzeentch-stained blood sprayed into the air, yet Ghalzharr tenaciously clung to the creature’s hide.
But the dragon’s power was overwhelming, and with a mighty swing, Ghalzharr was violently hurled to the scarred stone floor. It was at this very moment that Hashut’s presence descended upon him, offering a chance to prove his power in return for unwavering service. Embracing the offer, Ghalzharr, his face stained with fresh blood, boldly leapt back onto the beast. This time, he aimed a devastating blow at Galrauch’s right arm, preventing the creature from mending the wound with trickster’s magic.
Seizing the opportunity, the empowered Ghalzharr climbed onto the dragon’s back, plunging his arm into the beast’s open wounds and grasping at the heart of the demon-tainted dragon itself. Corrupting its essence with his own blood in an act of supreme dominance, Ghalzharr enslaved Galrauch to his will. Now, the once-terrifying dragon serves us, granting us the ability to phase in and out of the Warp, capturing weak slaves to fuel the fires of our furnaces.
With Galrauch under our control, we stand united in the service of Hashut, empowered by his unquenchable and ravenous flame and unwavering hatred. Our legacy has been transformed into a purpose greater than any before, and together, we shall forge a path of dominion and vengeance. The name of Ghalzharr Drengudrakk shall echo through eternity as a testament to the indomitable spirit of our clan and the might of our lord, Hashut.
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Entry 100 in the annals of Ghalzharr Drengudrakk and the Lost Legion of Karak Vlag:
It was foretold that by fire, steel, and blood would be the destruction of the mortal world be written. The old world would be consumed by what some would call the very greed of man, orc, and elf-kind. Hashut, and those who serve him well, call that the ever advancing progress of industry.
In the fifty year of our Sorceror-Prophet Ghalzharr Drengudrakk’s reign, fifty years from his enslavement of the once fearsome beast Galrauch, the fire of industry surged back into the world. By Hashut’s will Karak Vlag had not only been rebuilt, but improved. Our new grown tusks, gifts from the Bull God, along with our newfound gift of magic, empowered us to reforge ourselves as the fire dwarfs, the Dawi Zharr.
The first campaigns proceeded slowly and cautiously at first. Small hunting parties left the warp afloat our warp-powered blimps, ravaging the lands that we reached. Deals were struck with the Clan of Morr, the puny weak rat-men, leveraging the ample amounts of warp stone that now grew in the walls of our holds as plentiful as the beard on our chins. Stone in exchange for an endless supply of cheap slaves to fuel both our fires and our legions. Once we made contact with other reborn cousins from the eastern wastes, past the mountains of our old, and now hated, forefathers, we learned of a subspecies of goblins, taller and meaner, from the steppes. These became the perfect foremen, surpassed in cruelty and malice only by our very own dawi.
And it was so that we slowly rebuilt our power, ready to wage war on all nearby lands, dropping in and out of the warp at will. The drums and horns of war will sound once more, not under the banner of the pathetic ancestor gods, but under that of the sole Bull God, Hashut!
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