For the first time in two years, the Concave of Medrengard had been called together. 

For the first time in over two years, the various factions of the Nur'xal people put aside their differences, licked whatever wounds they might have had and rearmed for what was no doubt going to be a raid from one or more of the other factions once the truce of the Concave was over and done with. 

Depending on what world you were on, there was either an air of excitement or dread; For the first time in nearly a century a follower of Angron had passed the trail of their war god and ascended to the title of Warmaster. For the first time in nearly a century the numberous warbands of Angron worshipers were united under a single banner and historically that was a sign that the followers of other gods needed to enhance their defenses now while they still had the chance. Veterans of the prior Warmaster of Angron were already predicting at least a decade of hardship ahead. But the truce of the Conclave would be honored. 

On the same ground that the first leaders of the coalition gathered in order to create it stood a round table with five chairs, each one occupied by its current rightful owner. Representing Fulgrim was Grand Princess Alanna, her emerald scales catching the light and showcasing why she was considered the most beautiful and desirable of the Nur'xal. Seated next to her on her left and representing Magus was Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius, much smaller then the others present with cloudy sky blue scales and a third eye in the middle of his forehead that, on closer inspect never seemed to stop ogling Grand Princess Alanna. 

Seated to the left of Lucius was the chair of the Caretaker of Medrengard Oin. His complexion and rather fetching purple scales suggested that he was a descendant of Callax but his position as Caretaker proved that his loyalties were to all four gods and their Nur'xal people as a whole. Seated to the right of Alanna were the pocketed marked and sick looking green scales of High Grand Alchemist Medi, the representative of the god Mortarion. 

The final chair belonged to the newest Grand High Warlord and recently ascendant Warmaster of Angron Sif, daughter of Dusk. She was the biggest out of all five seated, her scales burnt a rich red that seemed to inflame the blood of those who saw them. She was the one who had called together the conclave shortly after ascending to her newly earned titles. Holding herself in a manner that would have made her father proud, Sif began with a simple statement. "I'm going to be Grand Warmaster. Throw whatever trails you need to at me to make that happen."

It took a few seconds for a response to come. When it did, it was Grand Princess Alanna who asked "Why?"

"Because we've spent hundreds if not thousands of years sharping our claws and teeth against each other. It's time we stopped trying to bleed ourselves dry and find something to test ourselves against proper." Sif answered bluntly. "I'm already sending out a few scout ships to see what we can find. Now are you going to give me the stupid trials or not?"
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Conclusion: The Nur'xal followers of their war god Angron have united and are currently sending scouts out in order to locate a xeno world while their leader Sif is working to bring the followers of the other patron gods into the fold and unite their people in a crusade!