Trazyn the Infinite
TRAZYN THE INFINITE, NECRON OVERLORD OF SOLEMNACE, SERVES AS THE SELF-STYLED CURATOR OF THE GALAXY'S RAREST RELICS AND PRESERVED MOMENTS. HE ACQUIRES ARTEFACTS FROM ALIEN CIVILIZATIONS AND FELLOW NECRONS ALIKE, OFTEN THROUGH SURROGATE BODIES OR MINDSHACKLED AGENTS. THOUGH UNWILLING TO WANDER THE GALAXY HIMSELF, HIS OBSESSION DRIVES HIM TO LEAVE SOLEMNACE WHENEVER A DESIRED TREASURE SURFACES. WAR IS MERELY A MEANS OF COLLECTION, HIS VICTORIES ACCIDENTAL BY-PRODUCTS OF ACQUISITION. MANY WHO BELIEVE THEY HAVE SLAIN HIM DISCOVER ONLY A PROXY, WHILE THE TRUE TRAZYN OPERATES UNSEEN, ENSURING EACH COVETED PRIZE REACHES HIS GALLERIES.
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Welcome, lore-lovers, to Liandrug. Step with me into the shadowed vaults of Solemnace, where Trazyn the Infinite preserves the galaxy's past in cold, unyielding stasis.
The Chronicle
Solemnace Galleries
Deep beneath the Tomb World of Solemnace stretched chambers crowded with relics so rare that any Tech-priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus would sacrifice colleagues simply to confirm their existence. Sunken vaults were lined with treasures: the wraithbone choir of Altansar, the embalmed head of Sebastian Thor, the hardened shell of an Enslaver, and a towering warrior encased in ornate armour, his features frozen in a perpetual scream.
The collection grew endlessly, for history never ceased giving shape to new ages. Yet few worlds willingly surrendered what he sought. When coaxing and diplomacy failed, Trazyn resorted to force, and the razing of cities, planets, or sectors was merely the price of preservation. Among the marvels were his prismatic galleries, vast twisting halls where moments of galactic history were fixed in radiant hard-light. Not statues, but living figures stilled at the height of triumph or ruin, drawn from across epochs and stored as testament.
Now and then, catastrophe struck. A Canoptek Wraith would drift astray, ceilings collapsed, or, in one disastrous event, a firefight with an intrusive Inquisitor left shattered displays and entire groups replaced. Trazyn, irritated by loss, would halt his searches and set out to refill empty scenes, even if he substituted uniforms centuries off the mark or regimental colours from another era entirely. Accuracy mattered far less than spectacle.
When the need for replenishment arose, he sought not only alien civilizations but fellow Necrons as if no distinction existed between outsiders and kin. Objects vanished from dynasties across the stars, and he became unwelcome on more than a few Tomb Worlds. Mandragora threatened death if he returned, and Moebius permitted entry only when his presence served their advantage. For this reason, he travelled under assumed names, though his disguises were unconvincing echoes of ancient myths, obvious to any Necron who bothered to notice.
He rarely acted in person. Instead, he inhabited surrogate bodies, Necron shells that bore his will. When a form was destroyed, he simply returned to his true vessel or slipped into another. Some surrogates were unaware they served him; lords and overlords would suddenly find their wills smothered as their shapes warped into Trazyn's likeness.
Yet the galaxy descended faster into ruin than even he could catalogue. War bellowed through every system, burning temples, razing worlds, and destroying entire peoples before he could preserve them. For the first time in ages beyond mortal counting, he roused the legions of Solemnace to secure worlds long enough to archive them. A score of Imperial planets already lay under his occupation, and his advance showed no sign of slowing.
The Spear of Vulkan
Twice he set his sights on the legendary Spear of Vulkan, relic of the Salamanders' primarch. His first attempt ended in defeat at the hands of Vulkan He'stan in 878.M41. The second unfolded during the Tochran Crusade, with no greater success.
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Thirteenth Black Crusade
As Abaddon's final assault upon Cadia reached its apex in 999.M41, Trazyn intervened, not for loyalty, but because Chaos' dominance would starve him of the future. An ancient bell within Solemnace, silent for millennia, began to toll. With every strike, vaults ruptured, coolant flooded rooms, stasis chambers failed, and entire legions froze in place. After thirteen deafening notes, he cast the cursed relic into the Webway and departed to seek answers.
His path led to the Celestial Orrery, guarded by the Oruscar Dynasty, where crimson taint pulsed beneath its constellation web. There, he saw the creeping corruption surging toward one world near the Eye of Terror, known to the Imperium as Cadia. He chose his destination.
Solemnace's frozen armies forced him to seek allies elsewhere, and soon he stood upon Cadia, meeting Archmagos Dominus Belisarius Cawl beneath the Elysion Fields. Cawl nearly reduced him to scrap before recognising the Necron's knowledge of the ancient pylon network. Side by side, they worked to activate the structures capable of sealing the Eye.
As the Black Legion tore through cavern walls and Electro-priests fell before Abaddon himself, Trazyn made his choice. He hurled a Tesseract Labyrinth into the madness, releasing warriors drawn from ages: Ultramarines from the Heresy, Vostroyans taken during a greenskin war, Salamanders lost to disaster, Tanith snipers, and even a lone Custodian far from Terra. The sudden reinforcements stalled the Chaos advance.
Among them stood Inquisitor Katarinya Greyfax, who held her fire until the moment Trazyn appeared again. Her weapon refused her command, her finger frozen by Mindshackle scarabs. He reminded her that their reckoning could wait, that Cadia demanded her conviction elsewhere.
Cawl brought the pylons to life. The Eye shrank, daemons faltered, and Abaddon was forced to retreat. But the triumph was brief. Guided wreckage of the Will of Eternity slammed into Cadia, collapsing its pylon fields and ending the world. The Eye flared larger than before, splitting reality and birthing the Great Rift.
As defenders fled, Trazyn watched from the cavern rim, Tesseract in hand, considering which prize to take from the dying fortress. At the evacuation's final moments, he approached Ursarkar Creed. With a gesture and a laugh that echoed over the storm, the Necron claimed the Cadian hero and vanished.
Rivalry with Orikan
Across ten millennia, Trazyn vied with Orikan the Diviner over Nephreth's tomb on the world of Serenade. The route was encoded in the Astrarium Mysterios, and the tomb opened only under rare celestial formations. Serenade itself emitted a constant numeric "song," subtle and insidious, altering the minds of all who dwelt there. Prolonged Necron exposure invited madness.
Seeking to end Orikan's pursuit, Trazyn unleashed a Genestealer beneath the surface. The creature escaped, grew into a Patriarch, and birthed a cult uprising so vast that the Imperium enacted Exterminatus. The planet died, the tomb endured, and Orikan remained trapped beneath the ashes. Subjectively he spent two thousand years breaking free, constantly resetting time whenever Trazyn's trap prevailed.
In the end, the tomb proved no tomb at all, but a deception woven by a C'tan shard of the Deceiver. Forced into alliance, Trazyn provided an Aeldari gemstone through which Orikan transformed into a radiant being and shattered the shard. Yet when the dust settled, Orikan swore vengeance anew, and the rivalry endured.
Closing Words
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