Mezoan Campaign - The Draconis Revenant Returns: It was at this moment that the doors to the inner vaults opened and Cassian Dracos emerged from his seclusion in the fabrication vaults, his ancient Dreadnought chassis restored to its former glory by the arts of the Mezoan forge wrights. Yet rather than lend his strength against Autilon Skorr and his Alpha Legion warriors ransacking the central spires of Mezoa, Dracos led his Honour Guard towards Tertial-05 and the Iron Warriors. As the Dreadnought charged forth, those automata he passed shook off whatever feedback-induced mania had befallen their cortex and gathered around the Iron Dragon, now slaved to Dracos' indomitable will. By the time Dracos reached the shell-scarred battlefield of Tertial-05 it was at the head of nearly a thousand Battle-Automata. Yet rather than leading a decisive charge against the remaining Iron Warriors, now entrenched in a formidable makeshift fortress of broken rockcrete and iron, Dracos approached alone, calling upon the enemy commander to show himself. Heedless of any danger, Dracos passed through the ranks of the Iron Warriors' own Battle-Automata, the robots refusing to follow Dreygur's orders to engage the Dreadnought. While Nârik Dreygur stood tall upon the fortifications his brothers had built, Dracos remained below. What words the two leaders exchanged remain largely unknown, but The Prophecies of the Flames records that, "Wheresoever is found the craft of the forge, the avatar of our lord Vulkan has power, even in the flesh of the enemy where it has felt the touch of the forge. So he turned the foe to the cause of righteousness."Even the private journals of Consul Praevan Dreygur do not mention this incident. In truth, after that day he made no more private recordings and eschewed all company save that of Dracos and his automata. What is known is that as the two met, they exchanged few words and Dreygur turned to address his men: "Brothers, once more an oath to us stands broken. The Alpha Legion has abandoned us once again. Now we shall show that we do not renege on our vows. The dead of Stranivar and Mezoa both call for vengeance, and we shall grant it to them."Almost silently, the Iron Warriors of the 114th Grand Batallion reloaded their Bolters and followed the towering form of Ancient Orgol, a Deredeo Pattern Dreadnought, towards Mezoa's central spires where their quarry lurked. Still believing victory lay within his grasp, the dark blood and oil mix of the slain Norn-regent wet on his master-crafted Power Axe, Autilon Skorr remained blissfully unaware of the Iron Warriors' change of allegiance, He soon discovered that he was trapped at the heart of the resisting forge-fane. Slowly but steadily, the two remaining Norn-queens wrestled back control over their cohorts of Battle-Automata as a solid wall of Legiones Astartes Power Armour rushed across the open ground, those vengeful survivors of the 114th Grand Battalion at their head. Soon, Skorr's vox-bead was alive with the panicked news that armoured columns of Solar Auxilia were attacking his landing zones, while in orbit the Loyalist vessels had emerged from their hiding places and were now attacking the dispersed Traitor fleet. Focused on bombarding the Forge World below, Skorr's warships were not expecting such a sudden assault, and their losses would likely be severe. Knowing his daring gamble had failed, Autilon Skorr hefted his weapons and ordered his men to fight through the onrushing Loyalists. His personal bodyguard and herald, Ancient Nehalen, led the assault. Skorr and his men would eventually break through, the Contemptor Pattern Dreadnought Nehalen locked in deadly combat with Cassian Dracos himself, whilst Skorr was badly wounded by a hit of Xiaphas Jurr's powerful Crozius. With their forces in disarray and their leader wounded, the Traitors soon abandoned the surface and retreated to their voidships. The Third Siege of Mezoa was over.