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Lately I've been in a fluff writing mood and have been toying around with coming up with some background for my Silverfangs. Seeing as this is the SW forum, I'll post my WIP fluff here as I come up with it. This will be updated hopefully at least once a day, but with Real Life interferences I can't hold any promises. :cuss Please, criticisms, comments, all that good stuff are highly appreciated, since they'll make me a better Rune Priest. ;)

 

Stormwolf

 

Chapter 1

 

As the first Thunderhawk punched its way through storm wracked skies, the Wrath of Fenris began its bombardment, hurling crimson death onto the planet's surface. Far below on Tallas, cyclonic torpedoes turned the verdant jungle into blackened dust in a heartbeat. Screaming xenos scuttled for burrows to hide in, only for those same holes to become their tombs.

 

After a moment, the bombardment let up and the insertion began. A dozen more Thunderhawks fell out of the Wrath of Fenris, laden with Wolves howling for the death of the xenos scum. Soon their battle lust would be sated, for the prey was near...

 

The lead Thunderhawk exploded into molten slag as a defense laser struck the craft's nose. Over the vox line, for a terrible second, Koloth could hear the howls of pain from the now dead Marines, but that fleeting pang of loss was quickly replaced by a burning desire to make those alien scum pay dearly for his wolfbrothers' deaths.

 

Koloth's Thunderhawk was the first to touch down, the assault ramp slamming open in a cloud of cold air. The Wolf Guard leaped out, a savage growl echoing in his throat as Grey Hunters and Blood Claws trooped out of the cavernous hold. All around him, the earth was scorched and blackened, nothing organic left to be seen. Here and there remained a charred rock or lump of what used to metal, nothing for an alien to hide behind, ready to pounce on the Marines. Despite the obvious lack enemies, Koloth beckoned to a nearby pack of Grey Hunters.

 

"Secure this landing zone, I don't want any surprises for my men. Watch the ground in case any of those xenos are hiding. Eirik, make sure the Hawks take off, then keep low. No taking chances," he said.

 

The pack leader nodded, then turned to his Wolves, who fanned out into a defensive perimeter. The faint sound of bolters being cocked reached Koloth's ears, assuring him of his orders being carried out. As he continued giving orders to pack leaders, a tight lump began to form in the pit of his stomach. Why hadn't Jorral raised a vox line? Something isn't right, the old Wolf never failed to connect to the main force before. Something must've happened, he thought.

 

Then with a growing sense of apprehension, the Wolf Guard summoned his sagest advisors, the Long Fangs of Orik Redfang's pack. The grizzled warriors caught their leader's worried expression and hurried to his side. Orik saluted quickly before addressing Koloth.

 

"What have you Wolf Guard? The Long Fangs are at your command."

 

Despite his stoic voice, Orik could sense his commander's increasing distress. It was the wolf's boon, senses beyond mortal man and even his brother Astartes. Little escaped a Space Wolf's perception, especially something some blatantly obvious.

 

"Something's happened to Jorral. He hasn't raised a vox line yet and I have to find him. Orik, I want you and your pack to take command of this landing zone. Do as you have to," he whispered. Even to a Wolf's keen hearing, the sound was nearly drowned out. Obviously the Wolf Guard didn't want the rest of the Wolves to know that Jorral and his scouts were missing. Orik and the Long Fangs shared a quick glance, then took off silently towards the Marines building a crude command post.

 

Somewhat relieved at the fact that he was leaving his troops in capable hands, Koloth rounded up his veteran Grey Hunters, the Shadow Stalkers. An important mission such as this required stealth, and only the Shadow Stalkers possessed stealth skills rivaling Jorral and his pack.

 

Quietly, Koloth and the Shadow Stalkers left camp, in search of the lost Wolves. Either they would bring back the Marines, or they would bring back their geneseed, so that the Legion may survive...

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Thank you, both of you. Hopefully tomorrow I'll start Chapter 2 (school can get boring and bored Bran = Bran making up fluff). Depending on how long the POPS concert lasts, I might start adding it up tomorrow night.

 

And for the record, saxophones are Wolfy instruments. Some of us Wolf Lords do have skills beyond Chugging Ale, Feasting, Brawling, and Bludgeoning things ya know. If only Godzilla Eats Las Vegas wasn't such a tiring song... :cuss

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Sorry for the wait, I've just managed to get over a cold and am now ready to add to Stormwolf

 

Chapter 2

 

Jorral swore violently as a pair of arachnoids bound his arms and legs with sticky silk, the bulbous aliens chattering in their crude language. The pack leader could see what was left of his Scouts struggling against their own silken bonds amid the charred tree stumps. Behind them, a massive arachnoid scuttled back and forth, its fangs slick with blood as it drained one of the dead Wolf Scouts' bodies.

 

"YOU BASTARD" he roared, as he recognized what was left of the Wolf's face. Poor Sjalr, his skin tinged a sickly blue-purple by the alien's insidious venom, was a meal for some filthy xenos scum.

 

The arachnoid glanced up with all eight of its eyes as Jorral continued to fling abuse and curses at it, then hurled aside the dried husk of Sjalr. The Wolf Scouts watched grimly as the xenos scuttled close to the bound Jorral, its hairy legs thumping over black earth and rock. All eight eyes were locked firmly on the Wolf Guard now and the twin fangs oozed their incredibly lethal poison.

 

Another burst of chatters and hisses went between the grey aliens, then the smaller two reared up, their white underbellies startlingly bright. They slowly, almost methodically plucked away the battered armor over Jorral's chest, leaving his bloody skin exposed. Now Jorral was silent, his eyes burning with hate as he was stripped of his blessed armor.

 

Ilwar broke the silence with a savage snarl. After a moment his pack mates joined in, howling and snarling at the arachnoids. Jorral seemed to take heart in this, for he grinned wickedly as the two aliens settled back on all 8 legs.

 

"Come on you overgrown flea, try your worst," he growled. Then, he spat contemptuously, his acidic saliva landing on one of the larger alien's eyes. It screeched in pain as the poisonous fluid ate away at the sensitive tissue before wiping the caustic spit off in a flurry of grey limbs.

 

Now it was the arachnoid's turn to glare malevolently. Hissing deeply, it reared up, the white underbelly forming a death head. Fangs bared, it advanced on Jorral. Then, with a lunge, it pierced the Marine's chest with sword-like fangs. Deadly venom pumped into the Wolf's system, strong enough to blot out his powerful defense organs. Slowly, Jorral's skin turned blue purple like Sjalr, but the Wolf remained stubborn even as he died.

 

"No good son of a...." he mumbled, his shaggy beard and mustache flecked with bloody foam. The Wolf's eyes glazed over as Death came to him, his fight over. Ilwar and the surviving Scouts howled mournfully, their cries echoing across barren wasteland. Now the whole damn world would know, that Morkai stalked close and the fallen Son of Russ would be there waiting.

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One thing.... thunderhawks are armed to the teeth. Check out the model/stats sometime... heavy bolters, lascannons, and what amounts to a demolisher gun. A few of them could easily challenge small titans. If SWs are inserting via thunderhawk I can only presume that 4/5 times that thunderhawk would be firing as they landed in order to help "secure" the area. I dont know why, but it just nagged at me.
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@ Maverik- I'm honored that such a skilled writer as yourself would say that! Alas, I have no official models for them, but I plan on implementing the names eventually.

 

@ Grey- With the Wrath of Fenris having just dropped an orbital bombardment of cyclonic torpedoes, I doubt they would see the need to expend the Thunderhawk's weaponry on a supposedly barren wasteland... :) But I'll remember that bit there.

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Its really really nice! Keep it up!

And on a sidenote cyclone torpedoes burn out the atmosphere of a planet leaving nothing,used on exterminatus orders not to wipe out forests like lets say a promethium packed bomb.

 

 

So which ones are the ones that turn the surface to barren, ash-filled wasteland? According to my C:Tyranids, that's what the cyclonic torpedoes did. :D

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Ye cyclonic destroy the whole planet by devouring the atmosphere so that it turns into something like our moon (no atmosphere=wasteland),not trying to be bitchy here =) just want to have it straight i hope you dont mind me commenting.

damn those bl authors...can't tell a bolter from a pistol and a rune priest from a wolf priest and back and forth :) (its their fault:P) /rant off

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