More Tales from the Fang

[Warhorse47]

Catching their scent, Ragnarok realized that at least two of his opponents were laced with combat drugs. Launching themselves against the Wolf, he backhanded one completely out of the arena and then grabbed the other by the throat in mid air. Seeing one of the others with a bionic arm getting ready to spear him, Ragnarok shoved the one he was holding into the path of the attack, allowing his partner to impale him instead. Shoving the locked pair backwards, he was suddenly grabbed from behind. His opponent using his own bionics twisted him so violently that the Wolf felt his right shoulder come out of it's socket, costing him the use of that arm. Using his own hand as a blade he then struck his enemy in the throat, crushing his windpipe and dropping him. Seeing the one he had thrown from the area charging back in, Ragnarok dropped and then struck upward, snapping his neck like a twig. The one who had impaled his partner now tried once again to slash Ragnarok with his edged hand, but he dodged, taking only a shallow cut across this stomach, then grabbed the wrist as it slid past and wrenched the entire arm free of it's owner. Using it as a club, he then finished him off with a single crushing blow. The last attack struck from behind, and his black carapace withstood the hammering blow. Knocked to his knees, however, he had to desperately roll free, hindered by the lack of his right arm, he tried to dodge the mechanical kicks that made his entire body lift from the ground. As his opponent finally missed, Ragnarok lunged into him, head butting him, and instantly regretting that as the cyborg's mechanical eye was obviously reinforced. But centuries of combat took over, holding onto his enemy's throat, he held him until the man finally collapsed, his neck broken. Gathering his strength, he looked over at the Majoris, the one who had caused all this. Rising to his feet the towering warrior now advanced on him. Two things then happened, a puddle appeared around the Majoris' feet and he decided to run for his life. Vaulting over the rope that marked the arena, he did not stop until out of sight, much to the delighted laughter and jeers of the crowd. The Adjudicator then stepped forward and stated "I declare the Wolf Guard Ragnarok, victor of this challenge for the hand of the Regent." His fellow Wolves now rushed to his side and Bjeorn and Jonas then popped his shoulder back into it's socket. The Regent then simply walked up and then called for a pitcher of water, removing her elegant robe, she revealed a body stocking that showed a figure that would start riots in most spaceports. Using her robe and the water, she then wiped off the blood from the champion. Having read their customs on the way in, Ragnarok knew what came next. The Regent then had to kneel before him. If he left her there, she would be dishonored, forever unable to marry or hold any decent position ever again. If he left her kneeling and placed his hand on her head, she was his slave from then on. Lifting her to her feet marked her as his wife, while then raising her hands above her head would free her to marry whomever she wished. He reached down, taking her hands, it surprised him how small and delicate they were, making him feel like a clumsy giant. He then lifted her up and raised her hands up, releasing her to her freedom. To his very pleasant surprise, she smiled a devilish grin at him, then wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on him that more than made up for his injuries. As he finally was able to breathe again, he realized she was trying to find her shoes, which had fallen off due to the kiss! His only comment was "There's got to be a hottub somewhere around her, right?" She just smiled, nodded and led him off to the roaring approval of the entire audience.

At this point the Legate made the mistake of drawing attention to himself. Torque looked over and simply said, "I made myself a promise that I was going to stomp you into the ground before this was all over." Before he could continue he was stopped by an order from the Colonel, "Captain Torquemada, you made a promise like that to yourself?" "Yessir" "Well, if there is one thing I can't stand it's an officer who doesn't keep his word. Carry on."

[hendrik]

good stuff mate;) keep it coming before we need to calm down the pups again, keeps us from drinking you know :lol:

[Schertenleib]

good stuff mate;) keep it coming before we need to calm down the pups again, keeps us from drinking you know :D

 

 

So say we all!!

[Nacho Wolf]

Yay, the story continues, love the updates, keep it up!

[jester262]

niiicceeeee!

[Jonas Stromclaw]

"Well, if there is one thing I can't stand it's an officer who doesn't keep his word. Carry on."

Priceless. :)

[The Thirst]

what about... me? :o

[Warhorse47]

what about... me? ;)

You've still got Erik sitting on your lap in the cargo ship's hold.

[KiltedMarine]

Leave it to Ragnarok to get the girl. :yes:

[Schertenleib]

Was there a doubt?

[Nacho Wolf]

Course not, thread wouldve been melta'd otherwise :lol:

[The Thirst]

what about... me? :o

You've still got Erik sitting on your lap in the cargo ship's hold.

Oh so no plasma cannon?

 

PS:i cant find the mention of me, where is it?

 

cheers

 

Thirst

[Schertenleib]

what about... me? :D

You've still got Erik sitting on your lap in the cargo ship's hold.

 

PS:i cant find the mention of me, where is it?

 

cheers

 

Thirst

 

 

Right here pup:

 

"and when me and my old friend OID were walking past we noticed you guys, pointing towards Erik, Logan and Tristan the thirsty." hendrik filled him in."we've carefully watched you guys and we're convinced you guys will fit just perfectly."

"so clean you chainswords and pistols, polish your armour for this will be a saga worth of telling on and on! check in at the launchdeck, there will be a arvus lighter waiting for you guys.the pilot is called bob and he's been given instructions."

"for the wolf time"

 

 

what about... me? ;)

You've still got Erik sitting on your lap in the cargo ship's hold.

 

PS:i cant find the mention of me, where is it?

 

cheers

 

Thirst

 

 

Right here pup:

 

"and when me and my old friend OID were walking past we noticed you guys, pointing towards Erik, Logan and Tristan the thirsty." hendrik filled him in."we've carefully watched you guys and we're convinced you guys will fit just perfectly."

"so clean you chainswords and pistols, polish your armour for this will be a saga worth of telling on and on! check in at the launchdeck, there will be a arvus lighter waiting for you guys.the pilot is called bob and he's been given instructions."

"for the wolf time"

 

 

Looks like your name is now Tristan the Thirsty.

[hendrik]

yeah, i couldn't really fit TT in, sounded a bit well you know :sweat: we've got to keep the board all age appropriate

[The Thirst]

thank you but still no chopping off heads?

[hendrik]

nope, as mentioned rags only needs 10? of his finest warriors.and untill the sory advances you`ll stll be stuck with erik on your lap;)

[The Thirst]

ok i can take it a little longer

[Erik Shadow Wolf]

apart from not being able to move all that much I'm having an OK time on your lap Thirst it's giving me time to get my frost knife to the level of sharpness

that i always wanted it ;) shanky from the shadows :)

[Warhorse47]

Over their comms the pack n the cargo pod hear Hendrik, Warhorse, Decoy, Bran and Vrox making a homemade BBQ and roasting a huge elk. Then to make it even worse, they can hear the sound of a cold keg of Wofwhiz being tapped...........

[hendrik]

Over their comms the pack n the cargo pod hear Hendrik, Warhorse, Decoy, Bran and Vrox making a homemade BBQ and roasting a huge elk. Then to make it even worse, they can hear the sound of a cold keg of Wofwhiz being tapped...........

splendid! :)

[Schertenleib]

Leave it to Warhorse to tailgate a drop. Well done! Pass the Wolfwhiz...

[Warhorse47]

On another world who's name has been forgotten in time, Bjeorn leaned back atop the Rhino and scratched Inga's ears. Through the open top hatch he could hear the young Gray Hunters as they basked in their promotion from Blood Claws. This pack had done well, most still alive and enjoying the cachet of now carrying bolters as well as their pistols. Some now had power weapons as well, young Ragnarok carefully rubbing oil on the edges of the ancient power sword he been entrusted with. He saw Irlin nudge him and then point to something on the wall of the Rhino. Bjeorn smiled, knowing they had just recognized the old flat pic still on there of he, their Company Master Wolf Lord Garm Ironhand, Ingazzr the Rune Priest and Wolf Guard Kieran, taken many years ago. Skirax poked his head up through the open hatch, sniffing the wind. "How close are we to the Orks?" "We will be dismounting shortly, tell the rest to ready themselves." Dropping back down, he barely had finished when the Rhino stopped and opened it's doors for the pack to unload.

 

Eager to prove themselves as the newest Gray Hunters, they quickly spread out and advanced through the wreckage of the shattered factorum. Slipping silently along, they were quick to hear the roar of an approaching Trukk. Hefting his Plasma gun into position, Irlin grinned wickedly at Skirax, "i'm ready to toast some Orks for breakfast." he quipped. Skirax grinned and sighted along the top of his bolter. The trukk suddenly came into view, hurtling down the street, bouncing wildly over debris, the orks firing at anything they thought looked like it needed to be shot. Bolter and plasma fire ripped into the trukk, literally blowing the entire engine free of the weird vehicle. Stopping it by the simplest method of just running into a building the orks leaped out, screaming their battlecry of WAAAGH! as they now charged blindly forward. But another threat now appeared, an Ork Weirdboy glowing with psychic energy. A cold chill shot through Bjeorn as he saw the Weirdboy aim his staff at his charges and let loose with a blast of energy. The Hunter who were hit dropped to their knees , screaming in agony, all but Irlin, who stood defiant, an aura of crackling energy surrounding him. Holding the trigger of his plasma gun down til it literally blew apart he then grabbed his chainsword preparing to meet the attack. But the Orks were now reeling back themselves as the air suddenly turned to an icy blast, ice shards driving against them. As his packmates regaine their feet, the Ork Psyker raised his staff again this time firing directly at Irlin. Once again, the blast had no effect on the young Hunter, whose own eyes began to glow now with power and rage. As his chainsword literally blew in half in his hands and his ammo in his magazines exploded, lightning now leaped from the remains of his sword, blasting into the orks, instantly killing several of them. The Weirdboy now screamed and rushed directly at Irlin, who lowered his head and charged him too. Crashing together, they now locked hand to hand, surging powers truning the roadway into an elecrtical light show that left windows blown out and then even the trukk shattered and slammed into a building half a block away.

 

Then the orks decided to attack. Leading the counter attack of the Hunters, Bjeorn smashed into them, his Crozius tearing a Nob in half as he struck. Skirax, bolter in one hand and chain axe in the other and Ragnarok, a blindingly fast blur of fury, tearing through their enemies. Keiran casually tossing a grenade to a MegaNob, yelling "Catch!", and rolling clear as the Ork did just that. Then a blinding arc of light stopped everything as the battle between Irlin and the Weirdboy reached a crescendo. lightning literally locking between them, there was a horrific scream torn from the ork as his head exploded. Dropping to his knees, Irlin was too weak to even look up as his brothers finished the fight. Picking up the fallen Weirdboy's staff, Bjeorn looked at Irlin and said, "I believe you need to talk with Ingazzr and Mikal Wolfheart...."

[Nacho Wolf]

Nice, they got a promotion at last, looking forward to the next bit

[The Thirst]

Irlin is a psyker?

[Erik Shadow Wolf]

"SNIFF" roast elk and Wofwhiz "SHUDDER" how dare they brutalize such fine meat. It should be eaten as Russ intended "RAW"........... Other than that I could really do with a horn of Wofwhiz "GROWL" I foresee a brawl in the near future. "starts sharpening eighth knife" only four to go.