• The calling of war is a sound all to familiar for we five. We have always stood upon the precipice before the valley of death. We strive for it, we live for it, and now as the thunder of the drums of war call us home once more we stand as a wall, to face the endless grazing of the mongrel hordes before us. Nothing is keeping us but the bonds between us, forged in the heat of battle, and tempered in the liquid touch of our minds. We strive for this, we live for this, and we will not be moved.
    So, upon that hill we stand, like gods of an ancient time, staring at our enemies, daring them to charge, daring them to meet their death and satisfy or craving for that one glorious fight. Too often we are disappointed by the armies that set themselves against us. Now we have new prey, for prey they are, and they have the power to give us the battle we strive for, the battle we live for.
    Spotting us our enemies laugh and sneer at our foolish bravery, but they don't know any better, and as the order is given and the charge begins we smile at the sight of their zeal. We turn to our leader to see his face, stony and unmoved. So here we stand, against the evil and the hate. Here we stand, we five, against the darkness. We are comrades, we are friends, we are brothers, we are heroes, and we are legends. We are Dreadnought.