1. Draconis Albionensis

The Oracle of Logres:

It was a time of change. The descendants of the Atlantean mages had fallen before
the New Praesidium, and the wolves were baying at the Empire's door. An oppressive
new faith was encroaching from the east, and the sylvan liege had locked tight the
gates of his arboreal realm. And so it was that towards the end of the Age of Mystery,
the last of Albion's great Dragon Lords did gather for what would be their final
battle... The War-song of the Dragon Lords: Dragon-phalanx rend the sky, Albion our
gleaming prize, Sentinels of land and sea, guardians of destiny. (Prowling amongst
the pecseatan; Draconis Bipedes, swift and furious beast of battle!)

The Dragon King's Vow: (Dragon-Runes etched by the firey tongues of the IX Legio
Draconis into the primordial stone of the great Logres Drachenstahl Cromlech):

The foes of this sceptred isle shall be driven back into the sea! An oath sworn in
battle, a vow blessed by steel, I swear by the dragon's blood in my veins... and
the dragon's heart that pumps it!

The War-song of the Dragon Lords:

Dragonfyre in the fray, faith and steel shall win the day, A god to serf and king
alike, the Adamantine Hammer strikes! (Devouring the infidel outlanders; Draconis
Nematoda, great winged worm of war!)

The Dragon King's Vow:

To victory eternal... this world shall be our empire! Dragon Imperium, throne of
the Ancient Gods, behold the axiom, Wyruld-Cyninga! It is time! We shall rule, and
upon our dominion the sun shall never set!

2. The Splendour Of A Thousand Swords Gleaming Beneath The Blazon Of The Hyperborean Empire (Part: III)

The Antediluvian Oracle:

Behold glorious Hyperborea, gleaming jewel of the north; an eon-veiled kingdom forever
steeped in ancient legendry and the renown of its martial splendour... but of late,
an ill wind whispers malignly through its opulent labyrinth of marbled citadels...

What Has Gone Before:

Episode I:

перевод: "Блеск тысячи мечей, сверкающих под эмблемой гиперборейской империи (Часть III)" (Hordan Kor) »

3. The Chronicle Of Shadows

The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the Attestation of the Sinistrous):

For it is the iniquity of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates, seeking
opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion... Know that I have cavorted beneath
the horned moon with repellent fiends, and liberated virgins from the burden of their
maidenhood. (Supping deep of that sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous megrims
my ophidian tongue has wrought.) Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells, the lissome
embrace of the succubi, Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned
beneath black nether-skies. Shadows stalk the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades of
the assassins, The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered, A veil
of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire, Hearken
to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night.

The Imperator of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):

Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon! Caressed by ululant lotus-stained
tongues... (Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the mantle
of shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in terror from that darkness
which they profess to embrace!)
Beyond the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, I bring the
iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy! For amorphous
they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years, Abhorrent colossi spawned
from the sinistrous cosmic spheres. And upon their tongues, vile secrets so terrible
sweet madness is a redolent balm!

The Imperator of the Night (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):

I shall glut the maw of that ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in the soul
of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows...

перевод: "Хроники теней" (Hordan Kor) »