Legendary commanders

[Skaldnir]

To mark the coming of a new codex i thought we could show off some of the homemade fluff many of us have written for our wolves.

 

for example. Thunor thunderhowl(my thor inspired wolf lord) gained his surname when as a grey hunter, he fought a bloody battle against the noise marines of slaanesh the mighty warrior let out a fierce howl that decimated his foes finely tuned senses like a blow from a thunder hammer.

 

not the best i know, but it is late and i just wanted to throw the idea out there.

 

as a note some exaggeration is expected(its like a celtic boasting contest)

[Vash113]

My Wolf Lord Silvar Stormblade got his name when he crossed blades with Abaddon the Despoiler just after his promotion to the rank of Wolf Lord during the 13th Black Crusade. Fighting on Cadia, the previous Wolf Lord of the Great Company had fallen to one of Abaddon's Champions just days before and Silvar had been thrust into command. Still new to the role of leading the embattled Great Company Silvar was forced to face an onslaught by a sizeable force of Black Legion Chosen, led by Abaddon himself. Knowing that none could stand before the Despoiler in even combat, Silvar had his Company's Rune Priest channel all his power into a massive storm, centered on Silvar himself.

 

Silvar and his Wolf Guard charged straight into the midst of Abaddon's chosen, the mystical stom shrouding the Wolves of Fenris and blinding their foes, they headed right for Abaddon. The Despoiler, intent on trying to dispel the storm never saw Silvar's Power Sword plunging for his throat from out of the raging blizzard. Unfortunately the blade didn't connect, warned by the powers of the Warp Abaddon was teleported away at the last second, ripping Silvar's Power Sword asunder in a flash of technological lightning. For this act Silvar was given the nickname Stormblade and recieved the Frost Sword Valten's Fang from Logan Grimnar himself.

 

Well that's the way I describe it in the fluff anyway, in reality I had given him that name before but it was during the army's second game or so that my Wolf Lord and his retinue, shielded by Storm Caller, charged Abaddon and his retinue of Chosen Terminators in a game against Chaos Space Marines and put him down hard. It's the only game I've ever played against Abaddon and he did slaughter a whole unit of Grey Hunters in the previous turn but him and all his Chosen were cut down in that Charge and it was impressive enough I figured I might as well chronicle it in my army's fluff.

[Grey Mage]

Thats really cool vash.

 

I rarely play my Wolf Lord, in fact usually hes a wulfen look-a-like! but hell come out around 3k.

 

Bjorn Stormwolf, Lord of the Thunderwolves. He favors DP assaults as his primary battlefield entrance and has been known to keep several reserve units of GHs to suprise enemy flanks with a quick DP assault following a brief bombardment. His forces favor the use of plasma technology. Despite its occasional problems the Thunderwolves seem to feel that like the crack of thunder sometimes you simply require a weapon that can and will stop the mightiest of foes in its tracks. They are a veteran company, boasting nearly one hundred and fourty grey hunters and only 43 bloodclaws.

 

He favors the use of a Thunderhammer and Stormshield and is particularly renowned for having slain a warboss nearly the size of Ghazgull Thraka on his first campaign as wolf lord, along with several of his nobz bodygaurd.

 

Once on the ground he tends to favor infantry assaults, finding rhinos to superflous in the close quarters fighting that has been ever present throughout the majority of his campaigns. Some imperial commanders have scoffed at this lack of "modern" tactics, but the results do not lie. The maintenance saved by not deploying rhinos can be seen in the quality and quantity of plasma and power weapons wielded by the Stormwolves of every rank. Supported by whirlwinds and dreadnaughts and backed by a cadre of keen minded Wolf Gaurd Battle Leaders Bjorn has found no one to withstand the fury of the Wolves.

[Wolf Guard Nostromo]

Wolf Lord Kjarl Frostbringer (new model just completed :D ) has carved a reputation for himself amongst his kin for his lightning transport based assaults. His name has led him to use night raids, which favour his excellent senses, as a principle strategy, and 'Frostbringer' now brings a chill to the spine of the mightiest warriors in the galaxy. It is also the nickname given to the Frostblade he wields, a weapon of great power with a blade that is eternally cold to the touch.

 

His favoured enemies are chaos and eldar, with an avatar, Eldrad of Ulthwé and Khârn the Betrayer amongst his successful duels. The flash of his combi-melta has also been the last thing many a vehicle driver has seen before their charge evaporates around them..

 

A much more common sight on the battlefields (points restrictions of wolf lords, eh?) are his favoured deputies Rune Priest Riftwalker and my namesake wolf Guard Battle Leader Nostromo. Both have shared much of the glory of Frostbringer's growing company and are responsible for some of the Company's real herorics. Their storm shield/Frost blade combination has felled many a xenos character and have provided an example to many a unit of Blood Claws.

[lothbrok]

wolflord ulfgar ironfang earned his name during a duel with a chaos terminator champion.

during the duel his powersword was broken so he fell upon his foe and ripped apart the traitors throat with his teeth. although the sheer violence of the attack snapped one of his fangs clean in two he fought on through the crippling pain and butchered his opponet. when the traitors saw their lord beaten and slain their morale broke and they fled the field fearing that they would meet the same fate at the hands of russ's sons. as reward for his heroics he was presented the ancient frost axe ulfdrut and a new fang forged of the strongest iron to replace the one he lost.

[Warhorse47]

My Pack Leader Wereda Heckowe, is so called because a very rough landing when the Land Raider he and his pack of Blood Claws were in discovered that the 3 foot drop they were expecting was three stories instead. As they exited the Raider trying to find the enemy, he was heard to ask "Where the heck are we?" Emerging victorious, they were applauded for their tenacity, skill in battle and ability to still find the nearest keg of ale.

[Hotspur]

My Pack Leader Wereda Heckowe, is so called because a very rough landing when the Land Raider he and his pack of Blood Claws were in discovered that the 3 foot drop they were expecting was three stories instead. As they exited the Raider trying to find the enemy, he was heard to ask "Where the heck are we?" Emerging victorious, they were applauded for their tenacity, skill in battle and ability to still find the nearest keg of ale.

 

 

:) ;) :lol:

 

That's great! I'm working on mine; I'll have it up in the next day or so...

[cherrboh]

Marcan Bloodstorm, High Wolf Lord

 

Marcans story begins much before he became a Blood Claw, for he must have been smiled upon greatly by Russ.

His people were much like many other islanders of Fenris, nomadic and strong. One fateful day, an enemy tribe attempted to pillage his island. The two tribes were great rivals, and both grew strong men. But among both tribes, none had ever walked so proud or mighty as Marcan, even though he was merely into manhood.

 

At night they came, and set fire to his village. He cut through the enemy Ice fists, felling their mightiest warriors. As his father was slain, Marcan went into a beserker rage. Every swing of his axe hacked and severed bodies of his foes until they began to flee. To halt his rage, the Chieftan of the Icefists grabbed his betrothed, and held her hostage as his men fled to their ships. With his village in ruins behind him, Marcan advanced, the vision of his father being stabbed through the back as he faced another in conflict burned his eyes. He gripped his axe tightly and continued forward, deaf to all sounds around him. The chieftan threatened to end his loves life, but he could not percieve it in his rage. The chieftan cut open his betrotheds neck and laughed. Marcans wounds from the battle caught up with him, and he bled almost to death.

 

He woke to find that some of those survivors of the battle had been taken by the gods to become soldiers of Russ, but that they would not take him, for they thought not even they could save him from death, but here he stood, well enough to fight.

 

He gathered what was left of his people on their last two ships and sailed after the Ice fist ships. After one month, they trailed them through rough, icy seas. In the heart of a storm, Marcan jumped across from his ship with his kinsman and lay siege to the ice fist vessel. Such was Marcans wrath that he slew almost all of them single handedly, with little more than a drop of his own blood shed. On the other hand, the whole vessel was covered in the blood of his enemies, as if the rain had been made of their blood. The smell awoke something from the deep, and a sea dragon leapt from the water upon the vessel, intent on eating the living. Marcan had nothing left to live for. A warriors death was all he could ask. He ran forward and with a mighty leap assaulted the dragon with his axe, hewing a huge cut through its breast. Its boiling blood spat out onto him and as it writhed, his own vessel, appearing as if it were raining blood. He struck and struck the huge beast, and finally it captured him in its claws. The beast had lost much of its blood, and fell through the icy waters, dragging Marcan with it.

 

"Not yet, you are now in the service of Russ" was the last thing Marcan heard before going under, and a laugh louder and more powerful than the storm around him.

[Inquisitor 117]

I usually use my Wolf Priest

 

Wolf Priest Rafe Hrollief Ironpelt (his name is celtic for "protecting sheild like wolf")

 

;) He bested a Killa Kan with his Plasma Pistol and Crozius beating the Kan down with the 3 remaining Blood Claws out of a pack of 15. He made a mad dash into the malestrom of battle as the Claws took a beating. Knowing how precious the future generation of Claws was to become, he fought with furious zeal and the might of Russ and the All father taking the mechanical menace to it's knees in a single turn of H2H with out receiving any wounds.

 

After that battle, I decided to upgrade him to Terminator armor and a storm bolter and giving him a body guard of Termies for a battle against a local 'nid player who was :drool: the local club up! The terminators DP'd in and erased a Carnifex with them... (BTW, Ninja-fex?). Miraculously, they survived to turn 6 where the terminator Wolf Guard fought off the tyrant guard and Wolf Priest Hrollief took the Tyrant to it's last wound. It was a close game, but I "won" the combat with by issuing more wounds than I received.

[KiltedMarine]

Lleu Silverclaw earned his name on the volcanic plains of Teufel IV. The world had come under massive assault from below by newly-awakened Necrons. The soulless machines had overrun the outlying hives in a matter of days, and by the time the Hounds of Arawn appeared in orbit, the robotic legions had laid siege to the capital at Hive Persephone.

 

Striking from orbit, the Hounds fell on a command node of the Necron force with the goal of disrupting the enemy’s ability to coordinate their actions. Support was supposed to be provided by the Cadian CMXCIX and Harakonian XLII, both of which had been forced to fall back to within the Hive itself. Their breakout was countermanded at the last minute by Lord Governor Fiskel Herst, who demanded they remain within Persephone to provide security. As a result, Lleu’s company found themselves surrounded with no escape route.

 

The Hounds of Arawn reaped a terrible toll on the Necron forces in that battle. Seeing his force surrounded and unsupported, according to legend Lleu fell into a berserk fury in which blood spurted from his forehead and flames wreathed his body. Thusly transformed by his rage, he led his company on a bloody running battle to the spaceport at Pluton Heights, which his forces recaptured as a staging ground for resupply and reinforcement. In the final throes of the battle, a strike from Necron gauss weaponry destroyed Lleu's right hand, which was then replaced with a cybernetic facsimile. When he recovered from his rage, Silverclaw swore to have his vengeance on the Necrons for the loss of his natural hand and especially on Herst for the base cowardice and betrayal that had led to the loss of so many battle brothers.

 

Over the months that followed, the Hounds, now supported by new regiments of the Guard sent to the world, enacted a campaign of systematic dismantlement of the Necron command structure, culminating in the Battle of Seth-ka, in which Lleu Silverclaw and his personal bodyguard slew the Tomb Lord and shattered the heart of the Tomb itself. For his deeds in the campaign and his great tactical wisdom, the Wolf Priests bestowed on him the Beltaine Blade, a relic of the Chapter he wields to this day, and from which his company take their own nickname, “Swords of Summer.”

 

Silverclaw’s vengeance on Herst was never obtained, as the governor found himself on the business end of a Commisariat bolt pistol shortly after the Battle of Pluton Heights. The succeeding governor paid the Chapter a tithe of materiel for twenty-seven years (being three times three times three) by way of recompense for the honor-debt.

 

In point of fact, Lleu managed in a 1,000 point game at a GW game night to force a Necron army to phase after two turns of close combat. He had help, but only a little. I howled quite lustily at the victory, I don’t mind telling you!