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Don't worry Thirst I have one of Jonas's keg's in my locker that I nicked the other day "ops did I say that out loud" oh well.

Yes i believe you did.

 

"JONAS!" :)

:smacks both whelps upside the head with a powerfist:

Shhh! Don't interupt the movie... er, saga. Come on Warhorse, lets have some more story!

  • 5 months later...

My apologies for my absence Brothers, in real life 2 elderly parents have taken much of my time these past months. But there is more to this saga......

 

Suddenly Marvin appeared at the side of Ragnarok, telling him of a trap he had laid in case the Orks came that way. A carefully placed shot would trigger a fiendishly planned trap of high explosives around them. Drawing his bolt pistol, Skirax placed one precise round into the trigger, detonating the buried trap as rockets screamed into the greenskins. Leading a fearless charge Ragnarok leaped on top of the nearest Ork battlewagon to strike down the...........

 

Now roaring laughter could be heard from the table where Ragnarok, Skirax, Prot and the others were sitting. "If you are wanting the REAL story, better get a Skald or one of us who was really there to tell it." Kieran said. "Because it was a whole lot different that day..."

 

"What do you mean there's a bunch of Verbot 6 buried out there?" demanded Ragnarok. "Yeah we moved most of it out of town before the invasion." "What do you mean MOST of it?" There's still several tons in that warehouse there>" "The one right behind us?" "Uh, yeah...."

 

Verbot6, what's that? interrupted Wreck. "Ive heard of Verbot 7, but what's 6?" "Well, you know hoe 7 you stomp on, set it on fire, do anything to it except use it's detonator and it won't blow up? Well, 6 was just the opposite, especially once it passed a certain age. And this stuff was about 50 years past that...."

 

"Well, we were watching the IG guys try to escape the Orks when Skirax touched off the missiles. Most did at least head in the direction of the Orks, but several went every which way. One of them then hit the Doors of the bunker with all that Verbot 6 in it and when it went, it went. Like a Kraken coming up under your longboat, the entire area just erupted tearing the trailing orks to shreds. But the first wave, the ones right behind the Chimeras, got clear. Ragnarok yelled for us all to get clear of the building before we started shooting, so the orks wouldn't be shooting at the powder keg behind us, but it was too late.....one of the missiles WE launched turned around and went straight into it. None of us are really sure how much was still in there, but when it went, Im surprised it didn't wake the Dreadnoughts back here on Fenris. The entire structure we were standing on literally lifted about 50 meters into the air, went across the trenches and then down. Everybody just stopped and watched, Guard, Wolves, Orks, townspeople, everyone. And of course, when we landed, we all bounced everywhere. Most of us landed together and just tore into the greenies, but Ragnarok landed right on top of their Warboss's battleagon. He smeared about three grots into paste and slid right under the Boss, who tried to punch him with a power claw! Well, he missed and rove it stright through his own wagon, tearing it apart. By this time Ragnarok had grabbed his power srord and poked it right through the Warboss a couple of times, ruining his day. He was still on his back whent he wagon blew up, and launched him again. This time he landed on a wild grox, flattening it." "Well, at least we had dinner..." Ragnarok grinned. "Wait, I thought this was all planned out." complained Eric. Reaching over to strike his permamatch off the neck of the Bloodclaw, Ragnarok laughed, "I know I have heard Jonas trying to hammer into your skull, no plan survives contact with the enemy."

 

Suddenly the Bloodclaws realized that while the story was going on, the elder Wolves had drained the ale, taken their meat and now were walking off still laughing........

  • 4 weeks later...
@Dizzy BlackClaw, this is going to sound rude and it's not my intention but... "who are you?" it's pretty odd ad out of the blue if you wish go be included in the saga. Most if the people in this story, people can relate, because people know of these characters. I think proper introductions is needed in order for other members of the fang to welcome you and people get to know you more from your post. Asking to be in a story when nobody really knows who this is... Feels weird. Like a third wheel. That being said more info about yourself is needed to get an idea of who you are etc etc. I suggest opening up a thread of your own. But that's just me. I don't randomly add people on facebook and invite them to a family party. Hope that makes sense.
haha we were the 40K version of the movie THE HANGOVER

 

 

Mav woke up that morning with a splitting headache, no doubt induced by the copious mixed orgy of drinking and shoveling roast elk into his cake-hole at a rate that would make a World Eater question how worthy he was of the name. Sore and bruised from the inevitable tavern brawl, the disgruntled Grey Hunter sat up and rubbed at his sore and swollen jaw. It was only then in a moment of waking lucidity did he realize that he was missing something. Or, more appropriately, two somethings.

 

"GAH! Where in the name of Russ's Runic Undergarments are they!?" he bellowed, frantically grasping at empty air where the precious pieces of himself used to lay.

 

"Ah, quit yer bellyachin!" muttered Jonas from where he had collapsed the night previous, half-asleep and covered in a rather noxious mixture of ale, auroch and an odd concoction that might have been soup but could readily pass for vomit.

 

"THEY'RE GONE, JONAS! Someone took 'em!"

 

"What are?"

 

"You know, THEM! Every Wolf's pride 'n joy! Now no woman'll ever look at me the same!"

 

Jonas chuckled, a throaty rattle deep enough to rattle the bones of any listener within a ten foot radius. "Mate, women never looked at ya. Maybe it's an improvement." Only then, as Jonas opened his cavernous maw in a Fenris-shaking yawn, did his eyes grow wide. "GAH! Mine too! What in the name of the Nine Unholy Hells of Thunderwolf pooperscooping di-"

 

"Cut the chatter, you two" muttered Lord Rags as he trundled into the feast-hall, Banderhammer beating out a staccato rhythm to a dirge that conveniently matched his heavy footfalls. "I've got a killer hangover, and by the Gods, I -will- Hammer you in the face for breathing too loud." His piece said, the old Priest continued on his way down the length of the feast hall.

 

Strolling casually through the entryway to the hall, the half-armored Decoy strode, whistling happily to himself, much to the annoyance of Lord Rags.

 

"Decoy, shut the hell up. No warnings this time, I will hammer you dead. Dead, buried, gone. Did I mention dead?"

 

"Ah, Rags, you know me. I'm a good Wolf." Decoy grinned, clapping his Wolf Claws together violently, creating an echoing series of resonant thunderclaps as the energy fields overlapped. "I DESERVE APPLAUSE!" he screamed, over the din. Lord Rags snarled, bringing his Banderhammer up in a whirling overhead swing.

 

"WAIT!" screamed Jonas and Mav at the same time, bringing Rags to a standstill, less from his desire to "wait" than from the continued assault on his ears. Jonas slowly raised a fingertip, pointing to Decoy's neckline. "... Decoy...? What are those?"

 

 

Decoy looked down to the leather strap wrapped about his throat. He grinned, the four objects threaded onto the necklace still occasionally dripping a bit of blood onto his chest. "Eh, this? New necklace. Got it last night. Some whelps got uppity, so I had to smack 'em about a bit."

 

Jonas and Maverick looked at one another with wide eyes before lunging at the smarmy 13th Company wolf. With a cackle, Decoy tore the necklace from his neck, dropping it with a clatter to the stone floor before disappearing into a cloud of ebon Warp-energy with the telltale KRAKOOOM! of interdimensional travel.

 

The two brothers looked forlornly at the fallen necklace. Carefully tied into the leather and none-too-skillfully preserved, four Space Wolf fangs lay, still fairly freshly yanked.

 

 

Lord Rags rolled his eyes and continued on his stroll towards the Hangoverarium Getridofitalis. "Pups."

 

 

(Don't know why, but this just sprung to me in a fit of random writing. :D )

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