In The Grim Darkness of my bedroom, There is only war.

Three Heroes Stand as a Bulwark against the Foul Heretics and disgusting Xenos that wish to take control over The Fortress of Slumber. They are Knights of the Imperium, The last survivors of their once great households, they stand ever vigilant, ready to face any threat that may come their way.

Sir Erasthmus, Last Crusader of House of House Apros, Shredder of Hordes and Slayer of The Purple Beast.

Sir Artrieus, The Heir of the great House Caedrium, The Honarable, The Stalwart, Slayer of Fleets

But Where Heros stand in the light, Monsters scheme in the shadows.

In the Neglected and Forgotten places of the Bedroom, True evil lurks.

The Drukhari, the twisted cousins of the Zealous Aeldari. They are true masters of pain. 

Sadistic pirates who reap a bounty of pain and suffering wherever they go, leaving barely a trace, other than the mutilated corpses of their victims.

As Night Fell upon the Freeblades like an executioners blades, So did the The Screaming Jets of the Drukhari Raiders.

so too did, Ancient Webway portals spring to life,  unleashing waves of horriffic eldritch terrors, and horrific Flesh constructs.

Sir. Artrieus was immediately crowded by the terrifying creations of the Drukharis dark Haemonculi scientists.

And The Black Knight, most feared of them held steady against onslaught of archaic firearms and hordes of barely perceptible Wyches.

The Scream of Jets echoed from around the corner of the box, Sir. Erasthmus' s sensors catch red and bone white blur, seconds before the knights quick reactions tear the ship of the sky.

The Raider quickly plummeted, landing in a wreck by the Black Knight. A cunning Wych takes her advantage to strike, jumping off of the crashed ship onto the defenseless top hull of the black knight.

As Sir. Artrieus lands blow upon thunderous blow onto the soulless monsters, he barely makes a dent, he tears limbs and breaks skulls, but the horrors persist nonetheless.

As The Black Knight struggles to buck its unwelcome rider, a vulture arrives to prey on the weak.

The Gunner Aims his cannon center on the distracted Titans optical sensors.

But Before They can pull the trigger, the massive weight of Sir. Erasthmus crashed into the side of the hovercraft.

Sending It crashing into the carpet right in front of Sir. Artrieus.

As The fight continues, Sir. Artrieus' mind tires from the fatigue of control his massive warmachine.

Suddenly to his Side he hears a crash, as the Black Knight is cleanly dispatched from his steed by The Wych.

And then another, as Sir. Erasthmus is overwhelmed.

He could run and leave the citizens of the Fortress of Slumber to their fates, he might live. But No... He is a servant of the Emperor.

And Only In Death Does Duty End.