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Beer, battle and blood


Heathen Hammer

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I already made a little intro in the general intro thread but I wanted to come right into the Aett, step up and salute all my fellow Vlka Fenryka. Ill try not to double post everything I wrote in my intro thread and ill keep it simple here. Im a fan of most everything in power armor but the sons of Russ are my chosen for many reasons. After many years of reading near everything 40k related that the black library released, 8 months ago I finally stopped being a fluffhead ( as my buddy calls me) and started building my army. Aside from Bjorn, Logan Grimnar is my favorite character so all my wolfs bear his sigil. I do have some pictures somewhere on my cpu, I keep WIP pictures for my own posterity mainly. So ill post some up soon, theyre not golden demon winning by any means but I take pride in them and I watch over them like a pack of fresh Blood Claws.

 

I have read through alot of the threads and I think im gonna like it here. To start out id like to make an Pack Expansion Vow but I havent decided what I want to do yet, when I do ill be posting up. As long as there is still time to. See you guys around the forums.

 

 

For the Allfather, For Russ, For Fenris!!!

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*walks over to the table where Postal has just welcomed the new pup*

 

"Welcome to the Aett. Be glad that wasn't Greenhorn giving you milk."

 

*quick as a fox, Forte grabs Heathens wrist and slap his hand onto Postals elk. Rubbing it around for good measure.*

*walks over to the table where Postal has just welcomed the new pup*

 

"Welcome to the Aett. Be glad that wasn't Greenhorn giving you milk."

 

*quick as a fox, Forte grabs Heathens wrist and slap his hand onto Postals elk. Rubbing it around for good measure.*

 

grabs his knife and puts it through forte's hand pining it to the tabel. that is for making the new guy spoil my dinner.

"Dam Postal, chill out. If I didn't have better things to do, you'd be wearing that elk.

 

But first..."

 

*in a flurry of energy usually reserved for the deadliest combat, Forte sets to work on the passed out whelp. Muttering various things in the process..*

 

"That's the eyebrows...

 

Forgot I had that...

 

Nearly done...

 

Just one more touch..."

 

*Forte steps away to reveal the new look.

 

Missing eyebrows, huge red clown grin and matching bow tie attached to the neck of his armour.*

 

"Hmm....needs something else. Don't need these do you Postal.."

 

*before Postal could even answer, Forte rips the alters off Postals elk and pulls something else from one of his many pouches before crouching again*

 

"Stick you bugger, stick..."

 

"And done"

 

*and with a nice set of antlers stuck to the new whelps forehead, Forte crosses his arms, sits down and waits for the unfortunate pup to come round*

 

"How long till this one notices Postal?"

aye welcome new pup - ignore the old grumblies haha they forgot their case of mjod last night... *slaps one hand on heathen's shoulder... the other sliding round to nick his tankard and wanders off, stopping to take a coupla picts of Patrikthegrim*

 

"when will they learn... never steal from postal or hendrik (if you value your teeth) and never ever! pass out near forte..."

* Woobles in, hobbles to the pub table. Asks the unkept barman for another Baal's seasonal Stout . looks around, he smells the air, its smells like wet animals, and beer, checks out the good looking bar maid.. looks at puzzled look on barman face. And realizes this is definitely where I did not park my Storm Raven. Just as he wobbled in he leaves without a trace but a truster noise in the background.
* Stands back and watches the scene at the pub unfold, strokes his beard and thinks to himself "I almost got my hands on that tankard" Leaning back towards the bar ordering a fresh tankard for himself, he chugs it down taking care not to let any drip into his beard. After finishing, immediately breaking out into a battle song, singing horribly out of tune and loud enough for the whole pub to hear. *

*walks over to heathen...* "stop that justin bieber rubbish ya silly puppy" *belches, lifts his tankard to the barman - suddenly Enter Sandman by Metallica comes on... and Russ Brother pulls Postal and Heathen off their stools and starts a pit...* "Say your prayers little one, don't forget my son..."

 

join us brothers - we fear no evil, evil fears US!

*Wobbles in titters by a stange Asartes with a red nose, he's most likey a Xenos with his antlers, sees older man in the back watching the others with a meltagun nearby. Almost trips on an oaf with a knife cut into his hand, stumbles into bar stool and asks the barman if there's any happy hour specials. Barman again looks at red armored warrior with puzzled look Again, I check out the local bar maids noting to myself non-of-them-are-battle sisters... :D grins with glee... Hobbles over to the nearest table to order that stinky meat everyone is gnawing at. But gets distracted by a noise outside and woobles out to find my blasted ride. I swear I parked it over there's some where.... :)
looks over at meek boy and says to him i will have another ale then in a slightly drunken manner looks at the guy in red armor and says you look funny brother did some one paint your armor the wrong color. because i would go see an iron priest to have that taken care of before frenzie sees that as he will not be happy that some one painted your armor as a prank

"I'll show him where his damned bird is parked"

 

*runs and grabs the mouthy red armoured drunk by the arm and hammer throws him out the window*

 

"Either the drop will kill him or the cold will sober him up. The wolves may eat him though...oh well.

 

Shouldn't have called me an oaf without getting me a drink first. Wolves first in the Fang drinking hall!"

Forte throw the Red Armored Warrior *quite far if I recall, must be that stinky meat they eat along with some of the Emperor's finest spinach. Luckily blessed San-Guinness, urm I mean Sanguinius alway said to make sure's your jump pack is always full, or equipped or-one-of -the-two. He briskfully stumbles back into the bar, walks past the one Xenos with the antlers, still sees the old one with the melta, Wanders past the good-looking barmaids ( enters visual pictures, bar location, and beer selections into memory bank for future recall), Walks straight to loud-mouth hairy man with dead animal skins tied to his loins cloth area, a says to the grey armored one in the top of his lungs, "HEY YOU HAIRY MAN I HAPPENEDZ TO NOTICISH YOU'Z SAID WHERE I PARKED AT'SH". *reaches down to drink some of someone's beer. noticed this ale tastes flat, cursing and stating nothing is better than Scorpion Stout, or any Baal Secondus' Red Blood ale's. Notices this hairy mans attempt to bash said warrior in Red armor, RAW smashes the one know as Forte's foot and thumps him on his head with his mighty double barreled Infernus pistol, knoking the one know as Forte to the ground. The RAW then turns foot walks past the old man in the back smoking something and stroking his Meltagun ;) , hobbles over, and all most tripped on the Xenos alien with the red nose and antlers, walked past a bar-maid with such beauty ^_^, stepped past the door and triggered jump pack and flew off into the parking lots hitting small key pad to see if his Storm Raven parking lights will blink on. :tu:

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