"... and along with the axe, I leave you a duty. Years ago, I swore that I would never rest until the blight of Chaos was cut out from our race, and the Chaos Dwarfs were no more. I pass that oath on to you. I also pass on to you my oath to exterminate the Goblins and their foul kin. You shall form a warband from the very cream of our race, and take it out to destroy these two enemies. You shall not rest until you have completed your task, nor shall you return to Karak-Ungor, which will be ruled in your absence by my Chancellor, Gorm the Wise..."
The king was interrupted at this point by a collective sigh from his retainers, some of whom openly started shaking hands. They were quelled by a stern glance fom the king, who carried on with his death-speech as the scribe wrote furiously. "You shall be called the Dragon Company." he continued, "Take for your standard a dragon-carved post from your father's deathbed..."
One of Games Workshop's Regiments of Renown from the mid 80s. It was painted back then too, had a few extra dwarves added, and is still the core unit of any Dwarven army we play.
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