Vaarkon, Grandmaster of the Emperor’s Dragon Legion, Fan-Made Legion

The Wrath of Grandmaster Vaarkon: The Unseen Guardians of Humanity

The Wrath of Grandmaster Vaarkon

Amidst a storm-lashed battlefield, Grandmaster Vaarkon of the Emperor’s Dragons strides forward, an unrelenting force of psychic might and martial prowess. His armored form is adorned with intricate sigils of his Legion, the dragon emblem standing proud upon his pauldron, a silent promise of devastation to the enemies of mankind. His face, partially exposed, is wreathed in arcs of raw psychic energy, the sheer force of his power crackling through the rain as he channels his wrath. In one hand, he holds a magnificent force sword, its blade glowing with an ethereal blue flame, cutting through the downpour as if reality itself yields before it. His other hand is outstretched, brimming with telekinetic force, ready to hurl his foes aside or reduce them to ash with but a thought. This is the Grandmaster in his element, a storm within a storm, a beacon of power in the darkness.

The Librarian of the 2nd Division

Grandmaster Vaarkon is no mere warrior—he is a Librarian of the 2nd Division, First Chapter, First Company of the Emperor’s Dragons. As a psyker of immense skill, he commands both the physical and immaterial battlefield with devastating precision. His presence alone is enough to shift the tides of war, for he is a master of telekinetic assault and force manipulation, bending the battlefield to his will. Unlike other Librarians who remain cloistered in the halls of knowledge, Vaarkon is a frontline combatant, leading his warriors with both mind and blade. His force sword, a relic of unimaginable power, is said to be infused with the will of the Primarch himself, channeling psychic energy into an unstoppable weapon. His very existence is a testament to the Emperor’s Dragons’ doctrine—unyielding, indomitable, and utterly dedicated to the Imperium’s survival.

The Emperor’s Dragons – The Last Legion

The Emperor’s Dragons are the final Legion, a force created in utter secrecy, beyond the knowledge of the Imperium at large. While Roboute Guilliman, the Lord Commander of the Imperium, ensured that no such force would rise again, the galaxy had other plans. Millennia after Guilliman’s internment into stasis, the greatest minds of the Inquisition, the Lords of Terra, and the Grey Knights deemed the Imperium too fragile to survive without a force capable of standing against the encroaching horrors. Thus, Project: Draconis Imperialis was enacted, birthing a hidden army that could operate beyond bureaucratic chains, free from corruption and inefficiency. A Legion was forged anew—not in the light of the Emperor’s gaze, but in the shadows, where only necessity and war could shape them.

The Creation of the Emperor’s Dragons

To build a Legion, one must have a Primarch. Using ancient, forbidden sciences first devised by the Emperor himself, the architects of Draconis Imperialis sought to create a leader who embodied both strength and purity. Their efforts spanned 514 years, countless experiments, and the sacrifice of millions. Through relentless trial and error, they finally succeeded—a new Primarch was born, though his name and history remain shrouded in secrecy. From his genetic material, the warriors of the Emperor’s Dragons were forged, trained within a hidden fortress upon a death world so inhospitable that only the strongest could survive. Their trials were as brutal as those of the Grey Knights, ensuring that only the absolute best emerged from the crucible of their creation. These warriors would never know fame, nor seek recognition—they existed solely to serve, to fight, and to die so that the Imperium might endure.

A War Without Recognition

For over 6,000 years, the Emperor’s Dragons have waged war in secret, their deeds unknown to the trillions who owe them their survival. Hive fleets have been annihilated, Ork invasions shattered, entire Necron dynasties erased from existence, and yet no songs sing of their victories, no records mark their triumphs. Their battles have raged in the darkest corners of the galaxy, where the Emperor’s light does not shine. They stand not for glory, but for duty—purity, courage, honor, and endurance define them. Grandmaster Vaarkon, like his brothers, fights with this knowledge: that their sacrifices will never be acknowledged, yet they will make them regardless. They are the final bastion, the last Legion, the sword raised in defiance against the endless night. If they fall, humanity itself may fall with them.