The heavy weight of the blanket of darkness on the eyes, the sting of the cold winds against the faces, the constant rumbling of machines in the distant hills all feel the same as that fateful night Mephiston assaulted the Space Wolf outpost. Now Aesgeir stood alone facing the very outpost that his wolf brothers have failed to protect. Though he could not see the outpost, his acute senses could pick out the metallic smell of the outpost and the acursed stench of the Blood Angels.
Where his wolf brothers had fallen, he had survived.
Where honor was lost, he had one last chance to regain that honor.
Sigvaldi, Wolf Lord of the Thunderwolves, pack father to the deceased Harkon and Kjartan packs stood at a distance from Aesgeir. The Space Wolves prize honor above everything, even their lives, even against impposible odds such as the Lord of Death. He understood the gravity of the task Aesgeir shouldered. He was here for the very same reason to regain the honor of his pack sons. The rumbling sound of the engines crescendoed to a loud roar that resonated the very ground he stood on. The Blood Angels are moving towards them, in all likelihood having detected them from their thermal scanners. Let it be, the Space Wolves are here for vengeance and honor and they will face the Blood Angels in open battle.
Sensing the heavier breathing of his rider, Sigvaldi, that signaled the pack father's rising bloodlust, Inegeld a ferocious black thunderwolf that towers even the largest thunderwolf in the pack moved to stand beside him. The sudden movement behind Asegeir caused him to turn quickly only to find Sigvaldi staring at him. How could this huge behemoth stand so close behind him without him knowing, and how long has he been there? Sigvaldi did not answer Aesgeir's doubts, and only jumped onto Inegeld's back with practiced ease and skill. With an approving nod at Aesgeir, Sigvaldi and Inegeld howled into the night which was picked up by all the Space Wolves. Even Aesgeir could not resist howling one last howl for his pack and their honor.
The Blood Angels were taken aback by the menace of the howls and stopped in their advance. Leaving them not a moment to recover, the Space Wolves seized the initiative and charged into position. Five Razorbacks rumbled over the crest of the hill that Aesgeir had previous stood and fired their lascannons at Mephiston who had supernatually flew ahead of the army. Only one found its target under the darkness and amidst the terrain.
Soon however, all eyes were on a lone figure who ran towards Mephiston. Aesgeir switched on his chainfist to a cresendo rattling and charged up his stormshield, and shouted at Mephiston for vengeance. Mephiston only smirked and flew towards him. Everything else seem to fade into oblivion as Mephiston struck the first blow, and the next barrage of hacks and slashes. Russ was with Aesgeir that day as he deflected blow after blow of Mephiston's force weapon with his stormshield. Seizing an over balanced swipe by Mephiston, Aesgeir drove his chainfist into Mephiston's chest visciously. Blood exploded from the contact as Mephsiton roared in pain. Then he was silent and not moving. Believing that honor has been reclaimed, Aesgeir looked back at Sigvaldi only to see his wide-eyed stare. By reflex, Aesgeir spun around and held up his stormshield only to see Mephiston with his chainfist embedded widening his grin with blood flowing from the sides of the lips. Aesgeir did not see the swing from the side that cleaved his head from his body.
"So passes Aesgeir the brave," Sigvaldi lamented as Inegeld growled in feral fury. Enraged by the death of the lone wolf, Sigvaldi ordered the razorbacks to fire their lascannons in unison at the monstrous being. This time all of them hit the target but even as Mephsiton fell on his knee, it appeared that he was impervious to any arsenal the Space Wolves could bear upon him. It was then that Hrotgar the Runepriest emerged from a Rhino hatch and with a quick incantation and intricate gesturing that ended in Mephiston's direction. Thunder loomed and dark clouds manifested out of nowhere suddenly. Two lightnings forked down the dark clouds with righteous fury and descended upon Mephiston, one in particular went straight for the chainfist and illuminated it upon contact. The build up of energy in the chainfist caused it to overload and exploded, tearing Mephsiton apart with a loud thunderclap. As sudden as the clouds appeared, they dissipated. And what remained of Mephiston was his charred armour parts scattered in all directions and a small crater that was to be known as Aesgeir's Honor.
Sigvaldi killed 12 Death Company Marines that day, fulfilling his oath of Warrior Reborn by killing at least ten of the acursed blood frenzied Marines. More importantly, honor has been regained for the wolf brothers and Aesgeir. Sigvaldi and Inegeld raised their blood faces to skies and howled in victory. Blood-drenched Space Wolves took up the howl as they stood over the bodies of all the Blood Angels.
Honor has been reclaimed by the Space Wolves.
Please refer to the battlereport for this fluff. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did as I wrote it.
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Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Asegeir's Honor
(You can refer to the Battle report with YC's Blood Angels and Sam's post that inspired my first attempt at writing fluff. Pointers to improve are always welcomed.)
The Razorback's engines roared in protest as it tore through the debris at cruising speed. Inside the armor chasis however, the cacophony of the noises hung over the air as a lone Grey Hunter, Asgeir looked down in silence at the lifeless body that lie before him. The body belonged to Thorodd, Runepriest and leader of the Space Wolf outpost, or what was left of it.
Under the cover of the night, the Blood Angels had descended upon the outpost. Led by Mephiston himself, the attack was swift and one-sided. Even with the genetically-enhanced acute senses of the Wolf brothers, the wolf brothers were not prepared to handle the likes of Mephiston and the Death Company of the Blood Angels Chapter. From their defensive positions, five Lascannons fired by the Space Wolf Razorbacks illuminated the darkness and pierced Mephiston but even he did not fall. Wolf brothers looked in astonishment and despair as they wondered how this monstrous being can be felled.
"Russ is watching ye dogs! Why, Krom would smite you if he sees you cowering in fear. We are sons of Russ and we shall fight for him even unto death," Thorodd bellowed in defiance not at his fellow wolf brothers, but at Mephiston. He was flanked by the battle-hardened Grey Hunters and he knew they would fight even against one known as the Lord of Death. Still, the names of their Primarch and Wolf Lord instilled courage and an eagerness meet their enemy in combat.
Even as the battle raged around them, Thorodd kept his gaze on Mephiston, preparing to nullify any of his psychic attempts. Sweat blistered down his forehead as he nullified the first psychic attempt by Mephiston and into his eyes and that single moment that Thorodd lapsed in his concentration proved to be his downfall. As Thorodd wiped his eye and looked up, he saw a dark figure fly towards him. Mephiston was too quick for Thorodd and even before he could raise his runic staff, he was cut down by the lightning fury of Mephiston's blades. Wolf brothers howled their leader's passing in anguish and with renewed determination, charged into the Blood Angels as the dawn of war lifted the blanket of darkness.
Howling for vengeance, Hakon's Thunderwolf Calvary pack charged into the squad of Death Company and tore through their armor with their chainswords while the Thunderwolves snatched up the black armored marines in their blood-caked maw and tore them apart with their ferocious bites. However, where even normal genetically enhanced marines would have fallen, the Death Company only rose up and slashed the Thunderwolves and their riders with renewed fury, imperious to any pain. Within moments, the proud calvary lay in a heap of mashed pulp of blood and fur.
Kjartan Orcbane did not witness the death of his blood brother, Hakon, nor would he have faltered in his charge if he had. His eyes were fixed on the Death Company Dreadnaught with twin talons that disembarked from the drop pod. As he built up his momentum on his thunderwolf pack and charged up his powerfist, everything became silent. Like a warning that came too late, Kjartan and his Thunderwolf Calvary pack charged into the Dreadnaught like waves upon a huge boulder. The charge was stopped as the Dreadnaught tore through the head of the first wolf with one talon and riped its rider into half with the accompanying talon. The second Thunderwolf rammed into the Dreadnaught but even it cannot be stunned. None could stay its wrath as it carved the Thunderwolf and rider into half. Kjartan howled his pain at the loss of his comrades and punched his powerfist repeatedly into chasis of the Dreadnaught until he tored through a hole, finally destroying this monstrous being. As Kjartan mourned for his fallen comrades, he looked up and saw the bodies of his blood brother and his pack lying sprawled under the feet of the Death Company Squad. Unable to hold back his anger, he charged. Taken unaware, the squad was squashed by Kjartan's Powerfist and decapitated by his thunderwolf before they could react.
As Kjartan surveyed the battlefield for more Blood Angels to unleash his anger on, his acute senses warned him of someone approaching from his side at an impossibly fast speed. He turned to see Mephiston flying towards him, and spit at him as he raised his powerfist. However Mephiston was too fast for Kjartan. Kjartan's powerfist never connected as Mephiston hacked his hand off in a flash and rotated to follow the arc of his swing to behead the thunderwolf mount.
The battle was lost but Krom has to be informed. Harkon and Kjartan had fought valiantly and bought time for Asegeir to carry Thorodd's body onto the Razorback, as they sped back to the Fang. Asegeir swore an oath of vengeance against Mephiston for the lives and honor of his wolf brothers as he etched the names of his wolf brothers into his flesh. The Blood Angels will pay.
Epilogue
Aesgeir sits alone in his cell as he awaits the call to battle against Mephiston, shunning all company. Krom Dragongaze flew into a rage at the news and only agreed to remain in the Fang when Sigvaldi Fangrider, of the Saga of Warrior Reborn pledged his honor to avenge the fallen Thunderwolves. Honor is of utmost importance to the wolf brothers, not least to Sigvaldi, Wolf Lord of the Thunderwolf Calvary.
Finally, the wolf scouts returned with the coordinates of Mephiston and his traitorous battle force. The time has finally come for vengeance and honor and Krom even personally fitted Aesgeir with Terminator Armor, a chainfist and a stormshield. Having seen Mephiston carve through the thunderwolf and Thorodd, Aesgeir knew he stood little chance against Mephiston, but he will not relent, not until honor is repaid.
The Razorback's engines roared in protest as it tore through the debris at cruising speed. Inside the armor chasis however, the cacophony of the noises hung over the air as a lone Grey Hunter, Asgeir looked down in silence at the lifeless body that lie before him. The body belonged to Thorodd, Runepriest and leader of the Space Wolf outpost, or what was left of it.
Under the cover of the night, the Blood Angels had descended upon the outpost. Led by Mephiston himself, the attack was swift and one-sided. Even with the genetically-enhanced acute senses of the Wolf brothers, the wolf brothers were not prepared to handle the likes of Mephiston and the Death Company of the Blood Angels Chapter. From their defensive positions, five Lascannons fired by the Space Wolf Razorbacks illuminated the darkness and pierced Mephiston but even he did not fall. Wolf brothers looked in astonishment and despair as they wondered how this monstrous being can be felled.
"Russ is watching ye dogs! Why, Krom would smite you if he sees you cowering in fear. We are sons of Russ and we shall fight for him even unto death," Thorodd bellowed in defiance not at his fellow wolf brothers, but at Mephiston. He was flanked by the battle-hardened Grey Hunters and he knew they would fight even against one known as the Lord of Death. Still, the names of their Primarch and Wolf Lord instilled courage and an eagerness meet their enemy in combat.
Even as the battle raged around them, Thorodd kept his gaze on Mephiston, preparing to nullify any of his psychic attempts. Sweat blistered down his forehead as he nullified the first psychic attempt by Mephiston and into his eyes and that single moment that Thorodd lapsed in his concentration proved to be his downfall. As Thorodd wiped his eye and looked up, he saw a dark figure fly towards him. Mephiston was too quick for Thorodd and even before he could raise his runic staff, he was cut down by the lightning fury of Mephiston's blades. Wolf brothers howled their leader's passing in anguish and with renewed determination, charged into the Blood Angels as the dawn of war lifted the blanket of darkness.
Howling for vengeance, Hakon's Thunderwolf Calvary pack charged into the squad of Death Company and tore through their armor with their chainswords while the Thunderwolves snatched up the black armored marines in their blood-caked maw and tore them apart with their ferocious bites. However, where even normal genetically enhanced marines would have fallen, the Death Company only rose up and slashed the Thunderwolves and their riders with renewed fury, imperious to any pain. Within moments, the proud calvary lay in a heap of mashed pulp of blood and fur.
Kjartan Orcbane did not witness the death of his blood brother, Hakon, nor would he have faltered in his charge if he had. His eyes were fixed on the Death Company Dreadnaught with twin talons that disembarked from the drop pod. As he built up his momentum on his thunderwolf pack and charged up his powerfist, everything became silent. Like a warning that came too late, Kjartan and his Thunderwolf Calvary pack charged into the Dreadnaught like waves upon a huge boulder. The charge was stopped as the Dreadnaught tore through the head of the first wolf with one talon and riped its rider into half with the accompanying talon. The second Thunderwolf rammed into the Dreadnaught but even it cannot be stunned. None could stay its wrath as it carved the Thunderwolf and rider into half. Kjartan howled his pain at the loss of his comrades and punched his powerfist repeatedly into chasis of the Dreadnaught until he tored through a hole, finally destroying this monstrous being. As Kjartan mourned for his fallen comrades, he looked up and saw the bodies of his blood brother and his pack lying sprawled under the feet of the Death Company Squad. Unable to hold back his anger, he charged. Taken unaware, the squad was squashed by Kjartan's Powerfist and decapitated by his thunderwolf before they could react.
As Kjartan surveyed the battlefield for more Blood Angels to unleash his anger on, his acute senses warned him of someone approaching from his side at an impossibly fast speed. He turned to see Mephiston flying towards him, and spit at him as he raised his powerfist. However Mephiston was too fast for Kjartan. Kjartan's powerfist never connected as Mephiston hacked his hand off in a flash and rotated to follow the arc of his swing to behead the thunderwolf mount.
The battle was lost but Krom has to be informed. Harkon and Kjartan had fought valiantly and bought time for Asegeir to carry Thorodd's body onto the Razorback, as they sped back to the Fang. Asegeir swore an oath of vengeance against Mephiston for the lives and honor of his wolf brothers as he etched the names of his wolf brothers into his flesh. The Blood Angels will pay.
Epilogue
Aesgeir sits alone in his cell as he awaits the call to battle against Mephiston, shunning all company. Krom Dragongaze flew into a rage at the news and only agreed to remain in the Fang when Sigvaldi Fangrider, of the Saga of Warrior Reborn pledged his honor to avenge the fallen Thunderwolves. Honor is of utmost importance to the wolf brothers, not least to Sigvaldi, Wolf Lord of the Thunderwolf Calvary.
Finally, the wolf scouts returned with the coordinates of Mephiston and his traitorous battle force. The time has finally come for vengeance and honor and Krom even personally fitted Aesgeir with Terminator Armor, a chainfist and a stormshield. Having seen Mephiston carve through the thunderwolf and Thorodd, Aesgeir knew he stood little chance against Mephiston, but he will not relent, not until honor is repaid.
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