Saga of the Luna Slayer – Fenrys Hjolda!
“Fenrys, today, day 7 after the first Heretic arrived, 42nd Millennium,
At the heart of Valgard, in the Chamber of the Annulus, thunder rolled. Five giant Jarls of the Sky Warriors and flickering holographs of another three leading the Void Combat around Fenris debated the strategy fiercely. Massive slabs of stone, each section the size of a Land Raider. The Jarls were flanked by their Wolf Guard. Behind them, Priests and Skjalds stood silentvigil. A circle with 12 sections and one. One erased of markings and empty for ten millenia.
But not today. Today stood Vosla Helclaw, called Slayer, called Threadtaker, now called Hjolda on the blank, 13th slice of the Annulus. Yet in these end of times that didn’t qualify as the most malificarum. That would be the brass and glass construction at the centre of the debate, frosted hunk of ancient Martian Majik. Protected inside it’s triple aversion and stasis enginery laid the head. Chilling granite of the Aett stood witness to the Saga of the Threadtaker. Tremors from the constant orbital bombardment underlying it’s significance.
On the first day, the Orbital stations and the Aett had woken to warnings of the Rune Priests and the horns of war. Strike cruiser Voidlax of Rhuncir Gorevlkae’s Great Company broke from the warp with a massive Traitor Fleet in pursuit. Battle barges “Lupercal” and “First Among Equals” led dozens of Traitor vessels from the Eye of Terror and the Fenrys grid immediately engaged them. The entire sky was on fire. This void combat still raged on with the fresh arrival of two more Great Companies finally starting to turn the tide.
The Wolf King waging war in distant stars had not been reached and on the 3rd day the decision to awaken the Fellhanded was reached.
Months, Days, Years, who knows for the Immaterium. Jarl Gorevlkae’s scout vessels had found the lair of the Despoiler, First Captain of the Black Legion. As communication from the Eye was shut, the Balewolf, called Executioner, Jarl Gorevlkeae – the Radical, attacked the devil’s nest. Murdermake for the ages ensued. Balewolf and his wolf guard fought the Despoiler and his Chosen at the heart of the Daemon world. The Sky Warriors suffered grievous casualties as the Daemon Kin came to their Protegees aid. A full half of the great company was lost that day. But with the ranks of Unborn Malificarum came something else. Something perhaps more sinister slipped through the veil of realms, as if Fenrys’s nightmare echo in the warp had unleashed itself on the traitors. Ulfamaður!, death dealers, furious, hulking beasts that moved unnaturally fast and tore in to the traitor retinue.
Jarl Gorevlkeae fought Abaddon in a titanic blizzard of swordsmanship until from the midst of the Wulfen a ghost, a shadow of space grey leaped. Vosla Helclaw, called Slayer, called Threadtaker, scout executioner of Russ and the 13th, cartwheeled behind the Despoiler, and the Skjalds will have to do this momentuous event the justice it deserves. Vosla executed the first heretic.
And thus stood alone Vosla Helclaw, called Slayer, called Threadtaker, now called Hjolda on the blank, 13th slice of the Annulus. His meteorite black eyes flicking between the arguing Jarls.”
Rhuncir Gorevlkae, called Lord Balewolf, Jarl, and his thunderwolves
“It was like thunder cavalry, a tidal wall of death, daemon wolves of black and grey, even an albino amongst them. The beasts were the size of Land Speeders and probably just as fast. With them ran Balewolf the Sky Warrior. Half Astartes, half Death.”
Vosla Helclaw, called Slayer, called Threadtaker, Called Hjolda, 1st Scout
Ristan Uhl Wyrdhammar, Wolf Guard
Ullste Jungchrot, Void Claw
Rerthung Uhl , called Beast. Void Claw
Borg Gaard, Wulfen
Hjarkor Rödmoon, called Lord Hjar, Battle Leader
Heordoth Martian, Iron father
Galeg, called Rödhair, Wolf Guard
Arni Uhl Greyewintr, Wolf Guard
Ola Rost, Void Claw
Niilor, The Haunted, Void Claw
Thrar Wargjeger, Wolf guard Scout
Thorwald Wintrmaw, Grey Hunter
Bone Crafters & Flesh Weavers
“Animal skulls appeared from the darkness. Some horned, massive, floating, some beaked and eloquent, some with wolf features. Black clad men with scissor hands, butcher knives, and sickening apparatus for weaving bone and making flesh. The only human skulls floated around the sinister zoonarium – as if decapitated from the men and borne with malificarum. The laboratorium smelt of chemicals, gore and iron.
Suddenly the floating skulls froze in unison and a bigger figure appeared. This one was a hulking giant in armor of blackness. It made not a single sound. It, he, was draped in a massive reptilian skin. A massive Kraken’s skull watched over his shoulder as the giant silently stared from a sickening mask of skin, or leather that wasn’t his own and looked like it had been crafted purposefully to evoke terror. The flesh maker had come to greet his visitors.”
Ranulf, called Mastodon, Venerable
Jokkum, Af Darkjess, Iron Priest